"What have I done wrong? Or have I offended you in some way? You want to look at me like this, and treat me with such resistance? Are you targeting me?" was shocked and angry at Enqi's words.

"Hmph! I'm not targeting you, but now I treat all outsiders with such an attitude! If I were to give a good look to those who looked human, but in fact were wolf-hearted, it would make me feel disgusting to think about it!" Enqi's tone was full of resentment.

"How can you do that? Yes, you can unleash your anger and resentment when you treat the bad people who deserve it. But what about those who are really good? Do you really feel good about them by treating them like this and making them uncomfortable?" said Kosmoed, frowning.

Enqi snorted coldly and said: "People are unpredictable, I can't control so much, I only insist on myself!"

Kersmund shook his head and said, "You're so extreme! I don't know if you were born like this, or if you were stimulated to be like this." Because I have suffered losses before, I am now more wary of strangers, but I will not be like you, preconceived to make bad evaluations of others!"

"Are you teaching me a lesson?" Enqi glared at Kersmed fiercely.

In the face of the radical Enqi, Kosmode remained calm and said: "No, I just want to give you one piece of advice! If you are transferring your past resentment and even hatred over someone, something, or something to all the people and things that you don't trust or understand for the time being, you shouldn't be! It's not fair, it's not fair to those who are really good, it's not fair to yourself, because you didn't give them a chance to enter your world, and you didn't give yourself a chance to trust them, I hope that's not the case for you. ”

"Boy, what do you know? don't be presumptuous!" rebuked Enqi.

"It's you who thinks so!" Recoiled before Ekmund raised his voice.

Eksmode's-for-tat retort made Enqi stunned, but he immediately recovered his angry face and said: "There is no point in arguing with your mouth, if you are brave enough, you can have a fight with me!

"This is not a problem that can be solved by force, don't you understand? I am not afraid of you, but I will not fight you now, because such a fight is meaningless! To put it mildly, I have fought more than you have ever eaten bread since I was a child. Because of this, I have come to understand better that for a person to truly grow, it is not about how many people he can defeat or how many duels he can win. It's that he has to understand certain truths so that he can truly become mature and find his own way. Can you change your mind if I win you now? Impossible? You won't even be able to find your own mistakes! And if you win against me, it will only make you sink deeper into your mistakes, and will not bring you any beneficial changes!"

"Hmph, I don't think you have suffered any big blows, and you don't know the cruelty of this world, so you can say such a thing!" Enqi said disapprovingly.

"I am afraid that the hardships I have endured are no less than those you have suffered, and the blows I have suffered are probably not lighter than those you have endured. But I don't need to compare these with you, I only know that the hardships I have endured and the blows I have endured, as long as they do not put me to death, they will not crush me, I will only regard them as a tempering for me, so that I can become stronger, I have learned some truths through these hardships and blows, which can make me more cautious about the world, better survive in this world, and walk my own path more clearly and firmly. People who have distorted their minds and extreme ideas due to suffering and frustration cannot truly grow up and become truly strong. Kersmund said without humility or arrogance.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, if you don't dare to fight me, get me out of here!" Enqi's tone did not relax.

"No, I can't leave yet, I'm going to at least send Ms. Jamila home and see if Mr. Belluga has anything to ask me......"

Enqi quickly interrupted him and said, "Don't make these excuses for your bad intentions! Besides, I'm afraid that sooner or later there will be a duel between us, and you can't escape it!"

"Sir, please give me the respect you deserve! If you insist on a duel with me, I will accompany you to the end!" Kersmod's attitude towards Enqi was really unbearable, and his tone became excited, and his fierce gaze suddenly stared at Enqi, and his eyes suddenly glowed with an awe-inspiring murderous aura.

Just when the two of them were about to fight, a coquettish voice suddenly came from Jamila's room: "You two don't quarrel, you will send me home together tomorrow, now, you hurry up and go back to my respective rooms!"

Hearing Jamila's shout, Enqi snorted, glared at Kersmer, and then stepped away, limping but swiftly past Kersmed, to a room next to Jamila's room, pushing the door open and entering, and then slamming the door shut. It turned out that he also lived in the next room to Jamila, which was one room away from Minded. In fact, Jamila is the source of the estrangement between the two of them, but neither of them is aware of this fact.

Cummer stood there for a moment, sighed, and went back to his room.

Shortly after dawn the next day, Korsmed and Jamila, along with Enki, left the tavern and headed for Kulau.

The sky was gloomy and snowing, but it was only light snow and didn't bother anyone travelling.

In the midst of a white expanse, three people rode their horses and marched forward. Jamila's face was heavy, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was still stained with tears. She was so immersed in great grief that she couldn't help herself, and she stayed up all night and cried all night. Now his face is haggard and his whole body is weak. She rode on the golden steed, exhausted, and her hands grasped the reins of the horse feebly, and she barely urged her crotch to move forward.

Enqi changed into a white robe, and the thigh wound he had treated alone last night was now hidden under the white robe, which was no longer visible to outsiders. He stayed by Jamila's side, riding alongside her, keeping a close eye on her the whole time, occasionally asking her inconsequential questions to distract her. Jamila listened to his question, but just shook her head or nodded, and remained silent.

Ksmerd rode behind them, keeping an eye on Jamila. He wanted to help Jamila get out of her grief as soon as possible, but he didn't know what to say or do, so he could only remain silent all the way and quietly follow her.

In the afternoon, the snow was still falling, and it seemed to be getting heavier, beginning to disturb the view of pedestrians, but fortunately, the three of them finally reached Kurau before the heavy snow was coming.

The Kingdom of Virgia is known as the Snow Country, and the towns of Kulau and Kudan, which are located in the middle of the snow, are known as Snow Cities. They are called Syracuse, and they live up to their name – these two towns are covered in snow and ice all year round.

The town of Kulau, the first part that entered the eyes of Ksmerd, was the tall and long wall, which was originally gray-yellow, but was covered with ice and snow all year round, and most of the walls turned white. The gray-yellow and snow-white walls of the city made Kosmode feel bright and impressed.

This is one of the characteristics of Syracuse, and it is the first to be presented to outsiders.

Upon entering the town of Kulau, the ground was white, the roofs were white, and even the pedestrians on the street were covered in a layer of snow white to a greater or lesser extent—the whole town was covered in silver.

Unlike any town where Kersmod has ever been, this is a city overrun by snow and ice. The three towns where Ksmode once stayed, whether they were Wocheze, Sagos, or Rivacheze, were all cities flooded with sea breezes, and there was no sea breeze, only snow and ice.

The warm sea breeze simply can't come here.

Realizing this, Korsmed immediately remembered the analogy that Soraton had made to himself in his last words—that he was like a sea breeze blowing from the shores of Tiha. Perhaps as fate would have it, Soraton would not be able to come to this snow city, let alone Jamila's side. The note had been returned to Jamila, but the words that Soraton had written on it had been memorized by heart. In the years that followed, he decided to do what he could to make up for Soraton's regrets and fulfill his last wish to help Jamila pursue her happiness.

Thoughts were a mess in Kosmer's mind, like a snow that didn't know when it was going to fall.

The snow is getting heavier and the streets seem to be less and less pedestrian. Three men rode horses, mingling in the crowd, and marched along a straight street.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Enqi stopped and called out softly to Jamila: "Miss, we have arrived!"

Hearing Enki's words, Jamila nodded absentmindedly, but she did not restrain her horse, and did not seem to realize that she was going to stop. Seeing this, Enqi hurriedly dismounted, reached out and grabbed the reins of Yamila's crotch dismounting, and repeated at the same time: "We're home, miss, we can stop!"

Germund also dismounted, and watched from behind him the scene of Enki talking to Jamila and leading the horse for her. Enqi is always so patient and gentle with Jamila, without his usual indifference and arrogance, which is completely different from his attitude towards others. In front of Jamila, Enqi was completely like a different one.

At this time, to the right of the three of them, there was a tall gate, and on both sides of the gate, a tall stone wall stretched out. Enqi helped Yami to dismount, and walked quickly to the gate, and then knocked on the door vigorously, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Miss is back!

After a while, the door was opened, and four slaves, all dressed in brown cotton robes, came out, and after saluting the three together, three slaves each went to lead the horses of the three.

When the thin servant came to help him lead his horse, Kersmund stopped him by waving his hand and asking him, "Is Mr. Belluga at home?"

The servant replied respectfully, "Sorry, sir, our master has not yet returned. ”

Ksmerd hesitated, then walked up to Jamila and said to Jamila, "Lady Jamila, since your father has not returned, I will take my leave, and I will visit you again in a few days, and hopefully Mr. Beruga will have returned by then." ”

When Jamila heard what Seemer had said, she immediately came to her senses from her dazed state, and asked in surprise, "Why are you leaving? You can stay at my house and wait for my father to come back! ”

Eyemerd smiled bitterly and said, "It's not a question of whether there are any spare rooms, I'm afraid that if I live here, I accidentally get into a fight with someone, which will interfere with your normal life and cause you unnecessary troubles." Therefore, it is better to find a place to live near your home. ”

Of course, Enqi understood what Sensed meant, snorted, and said to Jamila: "Miss, since this distinguished guest doesn't want to live with us, then let's not force him, let him go!"

"Well, you two are really ......" Jamila looked at Kersmoud with complicated eyes, sighed, and said, "That'...... Well, you can find a place to live near my house, but remember, you must come to me in five days, no matter what!"

"All right, that's it, I'll be here in five days!Then I'll go first! You must take care!" With that, Kersmed walked briskly back to his horse, turned on his horse, and waved goodbye to Jamila as he rode out into the street: "Goodbye, Lady Jamila!"

"Goodbye!" Jamila waved at him as well.

After watching Ksmerd's figure disappear into the crowd on the street, Jamila sighed before turning around and walking with Enki through the gate towards her house.

With the notched iron sword on his back and the elite scimitar at his waist, Kersmurd rode the armoured military horse and blended slowly in the crowd.

Heavy snow was falling, and the voice was faint, like a whisper of sympathy between people. There are not many pedestrians, and the streets are not noisy, and there is peace and tranquility in the snow.

In such an atmosphere, Kosmode's mood involuntarily entered a state of relaxation. But soon, his nerves suddenly tensed - his sharp instinct told him that there was more than one person quietly following him behind him. He glanced back behind him several times, but he didn't notice anything unusual, so he had to keep walking.

However, the feeling of being stalked lingered in his heart and made him feel uncomfortable. So he began to speed up the horse's movement, but the street was full of people, and the horse could not run fast.

Just as Ksmerd was paying attention to the situation behind him, in front of him, a shout suddenly sounded: "The Nord royal guards are a fart!

The shout, like a thunderbolt from the blue, rang out in Kersmer's mind, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction from which the shout had come. It's just that that place happened to be a fork in the road, and it was crowded, and he really couldn't tell who made this shout from there, but this shout gave birth to many questions in his heart.

"In any case, it is impossible for Brother Soraton to hear this shout now, what does the person who shouted this sentence mean?Who is he? What is the relationship between him and Big Brother Soladon? Could it be that one of his enemies appeared here and mistook me for Soraton like Lady Jamila? In other words, it was shouted to me? However, I have never seen it, how did this feud end?" Thinking of this, Kosmed frowned, reined in his horse, and looked intently in the direction where the voice had just come from.

"Soraton, you're a waste!" After a while, the shout sounded again, and at this moment, Kosmerd, who was contemplating and listening in all directions, immediately determined the exact direction from which the voice came.

Before the shout fell, Ksmerd's keen gaze fell on the source of the sound—a tall, thin figure walking in the crowd. The man walked slowly through the crowd as he looked to Kersmer's side. As Kersmed's gaze crossed the barrier of the crowd and made contact with the man's, the man finished his speech and was about to close his mouth.

After determining the target, Sense, who was already enraged by Soraton's insults, did not hesitate to approach the man. Seeing that Minder was rapidly approaching him, the fellow hurriedly turned and ran towards an alley next to the street.