The snow clouds that hung over the plains slowly dispersed, and the long-lost sunlight returned to the plains of Azero.

After a lot of twists and turns, in the evening of the second day of the convoy attack, the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce finally arrived in Maple Snow Town.

Maple Snow, a northern town on the border of the former Duchy of Azerolia, has stood quietly on the plains for hundreds of years, waking up in the morning to the birdsong in the wilderness breeze and falling asleep in the intoxicating evening breeze at night.

In the past, Fengxue Town was a rare ski resort in the northern country, and the four seasons of the town are beautifully dotted with lakes and mountains, and there are many restaurants and shops in the town for the convenience of visiting travelers.

Unlike usual, the town of Maple Snow has been deserted for the past ten years, and after the Dragonlance Dynasty occupied the entire territory of the principality, not only did the number of tourists drop significantly, but many townspeople were forced to leave this beautiful homeland and move to other nearby principalities.

This once-bustling town was deserted.

At the tail end of autumn, stepping on the remaining coolness, Constantine and Roland strolled down one of the main roads of Maple Snow Town.

As winter approaches, there are few pedestrians on the streets, and the whole town shows a sense of twilight, with a cold wind blowing on the empty and deserted streets, rolling up a few bleak yellow leaves.

In the evening, Fengxue Town is quiet, and the afterglow of the setting sun dots the streets and alleys.

Roland and Constantine were not ordinary people, so they were naturally not afraid of the cold, and when they saw their thin clothes, several townspeople passing by couldn't help but show surprised expressions.

"When I was younger, I came to this town with my dad and I had a great holiday here. ”

Constantine looked at the few lights lit by the houses in the distance, and whispered, his expression extremely soft.

"It's a beautiful place. Roland looked at the surrounding scenery, and the Fengxue Town in front of him was like a beauty who had passed away, although it was twilight, there was still a bit of the charm of the year.

There is no shortage of beautiful and magnificent things in the world, but what really makes beautiful things last forever is the unique memories of them.

For Constantine, this place was an indelible coordinate in his childhood memories.

The scenery is still there, but things are not people.

Along a small slope, the two came to a small square in Fengxue Town, and in the center of the square stood a bronze statue, which was broken, and the arms and head were gone, which looked a little ridiculous.

The text on the pedestal shows that the identity of this statue is a statue made by a craftsman of Maple Snow Town for the third lord of Winterfell, and it is still the ancestor of Constantine.

Roland thought that Constantine would look at the statue, which was also his ancestor, but Constantine didn't look at it and walked straight past the statue.

Roland was a little surprised by this, and looked at the statue a few times, and found that the fracture where the statue broke was extremely smooth, and based on Roland's experience, he judged that it was the result of some kind of sharp weapon.

"This sculpture is as if someone has slashed it with a sword. Roland commented professionally, "The person who made the sword has a lot of strength, or the sword is very sharp, at least to the level of a fine-grade alchemy weapon, to leave this kind of incision." ”

Constantine said, "It was just the most ordinary old long sword that cut it off back then. ”

Roland raised his eyebrows, "Whose sword is that? Your father?" In Roland's eyes, Archduke Elliottard, as the first sword saint in the Northlands, naturally has this kind of strength, although he is very puzzled by this, why should the Grand Duke have trouble with the sculpture of his ancestors?

"Not Daddy. Constantine said lightly, without looking back, "It's just a whim masterpiece of a little girl I know who is not much older than me." ”

Hearing this, Roland was surprised, a little girl could have such strength?

Constantine didn't explain much, kept a strange silence, and continued to walk forward.

......

They walked into a tavern near the square.

The tavern was small, and there were no other patrons inside, the two dilapidated wooden doors swaying in the north wind, a thin whimper, and a sign made of oak slanted sadly on top of the tavern.

Inside, in the dim light, a waiter listlessly cleans up the table at the dining counter, where a middle-aged man with sideburns wipes several old wine glasses with a rag.

It seems that this tavern has been depressed for a long time, and no one has been there for several days.

"What do you need, two guests?"

Seeing the two people who came in, the owner of the bar, an elderly middle-aged man, raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Drinks, beef, cheese, and music, we can provide them here." ”

"Is there a tune to listen to?" said Constantine, seemingly nonchalantly placing a bag of coins on the bar.

"Yes, but I don't know what you want to hear?" the shopkeeper coughed, noticing the young man's magician attire, and couldn't help but be very surprised, and then cautiously glanced at Roland beside him.

In recent years, there are very few foreigners who are willing to come to Fengxue Town, let alone a profession like a magician, which has always been at home.

However, the status of magicians in any country is very respectful, and the shopkeeper naturally does not dare to slack off, and his expression and words are respectful.

The last time, because of a song that didn't suit my heart's content, an officer with a dragon lance was furious, smashed a lot of valuables in the store, and scared away many customers.

If this mage master is also temperamental, maybe a fireball can burn down the shop, and the middle-aged shopkeeper can't afford this kind of loss now.

The handsome knight seemed to be a fellow magician, and perhaps they were all nobles from a foreign land, and such a figure had to be treated with great care.

After all, it is no longer the age of a peaceful principality, and in the chaotic environment of war, the people of Azeroya have gradually developed a cautious character.

Constantine took out a pen and paper out of nowhere, quickly wrote a few letters on the paper, and then went straight to a table and sat down.

The shopkeeper picked up the piece of paper, looked at it carefully in the dim light, and when he saw the letters on the paper, his cloudy eyes gave out a look of great surprise, as if he had not expected that the other party would know and order this song.

He even wondered if the other party had made a mistake.

"Guest, you..."

"Don't doubt it, that's the one I want to hear. Constantine picked up the glass on the table and shook it, his tone very sure and sincere.

The innkeeper didn't ask any more and greeted the tavern, "Carion, come out for a moment, we have a guest." ”

Footsteps could be heard on the staircase leading to the upper level of the tavern.

Coming down from the upper floor was a good-looking woman, probably about eighteen years old, wearing a linen shirt on her upper body, her lower body covered in a faded long skirt, and her hair was tied in the hairstyle common to northern women.

With her head bowed, Carion walked to the bar, holding an old harp in her arms, the wooden edges of which were already showing signs of wear and two broken strings.

Taking the piece of paper from the shopkeeper's hand, Carrien was stunned at the sight of the vaguely familiar track.

She cautiously raised her head and looked at the only two customers in the shop, and she could feel that whether it was the delicate young man in the black mage robe, exuding a mysterious aura, or the extremely handsome knight beside him, she could never afford to offend.

The boy looked at her with a smile, held up his glass, motioned for her to start, and closed his eyes to listen.

For some reason, seeing this encouraging smile, Carrien felt inexplicably kind, and the hesitation and timidity that had accumulated for many days in her heart were also swept away.

She cleared her throat, her slender fingers stroking the strings, and began to sing the song that had accompanied so many of the Azeroya boys in their childhood:

"When the moon is new and the sun is young,

Winter sings stars and rain.

On the green grass people sprinkle silver,

On the white waves, people drain gold.

In the green slopes and deep forest valleys,

The children of the winter play with each other.

The goshawk swept across the dome, collecting the hustle and bustle of the day, and the forgotten broken words.

......

At the end of the world, among the snowy rocks, roosts violent ancient dragons, blinking with scarlet eyes.

Time flies, ambition is gone, and decaying souls are imprisoned by gems.

Warriors embark on a journey, facing the shadow of the black dragon's wings, vowing to seek glory and riches.

Accompanying them is a long wind that crosses the seven seas.

The brave men sang songs, trampled the dangerous peaks and rivers under their feet, waved their flags, and pointed their swords at the sky.

At the end of the distant journey is the sky shrouded in twilight. ”

Carion sang this song softly, from the beginning of the low humming, to the end of the can't help but indulge in singing, the crisp and beautiful sound is transmitted, the graceful sound spreads like water waves, and the endless tenderness in the song is smeared in the listener's heart.

The woman's voice was like a gust of wind through the pine forests of the Northland, with endless vitality in the coldness and a bit of motherly tenderness.

Carion played the harp, her expression was emotional and intoxicated, and the song was getting better.

When she first sang it, she still felt very jerky, she couldn't remember all the lyrics, and the sound was not accurate, after all, this song had not been played for many years.

But as she sang, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the feeling that had been lost for a long time had returned, and even she herself was deeply immersed in the magic of this song.

It was as if she had gone back to her childhood, and when she first learned to sing, she felt immense pride and joy in her heart.

The melodious sound of music pulls Constantine's mind back to twelve years ago, when the warmth was everywhere, but the time was gradually lost in life.

This song was one of his favorite pop songs when he was a child, and at that time, the taverns and inns in the streets of Winterfell were full of bards from all over the world to pass on this tune, and it lasted for a long time.

I remember that at that time, I was also one of the fascinated listeners below.

Inadvertently, the corners of Constantine's eyes suddenly moistened.

The emotions that had been suppressed for many years in my heart could no longer be contained, and they were surging at the moment.

Walking alone through the treacherous endless abyss, through the hellish battlefield, and through the martial arts conference full of powerful enemies, Constantine Elliottard, who had never shed a single tear, burst into tears like a real boy at this moment.