Dreams, everybody has done it. Oh, sorry, but the dream here is not a meaningless combination of images in sleep, but a vision of the future? For example, a warrior always wishes that he would be in a no-man's land on the battlefield, and then he will be crowned with brocade clothes, and the people will respect him and be knighted by the king, and it is better to marry a beautiful princess. I think everyone has fantasized about these things to a greater or lesser extent, but of course the content of our delusions varies greatly depending on factors such as age, gender, industry, etc.

For Elsa, her dream before the age of eighteen was to recreate her grandfather's grandfather at the Top of the Dragon's Back Tavern, so that everyone who came here would have a smile on their face. Of course, the proprietress also longed for the opposite sex, she didn't hate the man who was also from the Northland, but after all, she was not a real warrior like Mona, and if she could, Elsa also hoped that her husband could be more rational than heroic. But don't be too literate, if he doesn't have the physique to crawl in the wind and snow of Longji Mountain, then it is impossible for him to win the favor of the red fox.

But sitting in the carriage leaning against the canvas shed behind her, the corners of Elsa's mouth showed a wry smile. This fantasy is no longer possible. The reason is very simple, now she, when constructing the future scene, has already subconsciously put the gray-robed figure by her side. The man who came from a desperate situation, the man who walked before the blizzard, Cheese, of course it wasn't his real name, but Elsa didn't care.

At first, she was attracted by the mysterious aura of the wizard. After contact, Elsa understands that Cheese is not a scheming person as others think, and she knows that under the gray robe, this man has a heart as smart as an elk. It was this feeling that made the proprietress choose to leave her grandfather's tavern behind without hesitation and leave her hometown with the wizard alone. The thrill of adventure mixed with unknown feelings, coupled with the fierce character of the Northlanders, this is all that Elsa carries with her when she leaves.

In Jack's opinion, Cheese's status as a grey-robed mage is much higher than the others, which makes them often ignore the fact that the latter's actual age is not much different from theirs. Elsa thought that she didn't look at cheese in that way, but she always believed that the mage she saw was more real, and that she didn't like a hero, but that the person she liked happened to become a hero. But last night's quarrel shook the proprietress in her mind.

How could she say such a thing? Elsa hugged her head, her long red hair hanging down casually to cover her face. She was probably the one who understood Cheese best, for she had been watching him, watching him dissect corpses in Saron's near madness, watching him fight his enemies in the Iron Keep, watching him fight his opponents in the darkness of the entire royal capital. But why can't she keep up with the mage's train of thought now, why can't she forgive those, nezumi?

When he met Gloria, he felt very sorry for their plight and asked Cheese if he could help them. But now when I hear the name of the nezumi, all that flows from my heart is a mixture of fear, anger, and hatred. Elsa knows that this plague has changed everyone, the infected and the uninfected. Their voices will be shrouded in the shadow of this plague, and the noise in the tavern at the top of the dragon's spine is gradually moving away in a direction that the proprietress can't touch.

"Maybe we're the ones who are infected. She whispered.

"Are you alright? You've been depressed since last night. Colanty said to Red Fox with some concern.

Elsa looked up, and she looked at the girl with blonde hair and green eyes, who looked a few years younger than herself. If she can already be called a woman, then she is still at the stage of a girl. It's wonderful, I don't know why, Red Fox thought so.

"It's okay, don't worry about me. She barely pulled out a smile, trying to make the other party stop worrying about herself. Elsa knows that Kolandi is a witch, and she knows what a witch is. She regretted the fate of this girl, but at the same time, there was a little envy. The red fox's gaze swept over the other party's fingers, intentionally or unintentionally, there was a ring, a ring made of thorns, and a pair in the cheese's hand, a pair in the true sense of the word.

Although he knew that the marriage contract between the two was completely different from that between ordinary humans, a voice kept whispering in his ear, "She is more suitable to be with Cheese than you." You're too ordinary to step into the mage's world. Elsa withdrew her gaze and covered her expression with her hair. She bit her lip tightly until the sweet smell of blood filled her mouth, and then she let go of her teeth.

At this time, Lothar and Mona just exchanged and withdrew from the driving position of the carriage, the physical strength of the Count of Montenegro is naturally enough, but no one knows when the enemy will attack, and it is the best choice to rotate from time to time, and let the best person drive it. "What do you think of the wizard's behavior?" asked Lothar as the networm beside him spoke. Apparently the departure of Cheese and Jack had made the mercenary smell uneasy.

"He's thinking about things we don't understand, and he's always been like that. The Count said with a relaxed face. As a lord, Lothar knows the limits of his personal abilities, the world is different in everyone's eyes, people can't think about problems in all aspects, and professional problems must be solved by professionals. Cheese, on the other hand, was the man whom Lothar had decided to bring the best solution to the plague, and the Count of Montenegro had decided to consider him his best friend since the time when the sorcerer had judged him in glory.

"Hmph, let's hope the things he thinks about don't turn us into monsters in the end. The webworm snorted coldly, she didn't like wizards, this group was too strange to her. Strange things are often deadly and dangerous.

"Cheese won't do that!" Elsa said with a frown at the mercenary's words, almost shouting her words.

"How do you know? You heard what he said last night, he cares more about the monsters than the living. He doesn't care how many people die, he only cares about what he cares about, and only God knows what it is!" said Networm, "I'm not like you, I fought with him when I was in the royal capital. Those ghouls, I dream of them all my time now, and he chose to ally with them! You'd better think carefully about where you stand, miss, he won't be a good lover. ”

"Enough. Lothar reached out and covered the mercenary's mouth, then explained to Elsa, "She's just scared, you know, nothing else. ”

"It's okay, I understand. To everyone's surprise, Red Fox was not furious by the networm's words, she said very calmly. It's quiet and worrisome," she said right. I must be crazy to fall in love with someone like that. I must be crazy. ”