Winter in Vekia is a good subject for the Troubadours, who sing poems about snow monsters and ice dragons in the taverns, and the lords of Vekia dismiss it, but the children of Vekia enjoy it.

"Alleyne, who are they?" Aragorn gestured to the two children at the gates of the city.

Ellen beckoned to the two children, then turned to Aragorn and whispered, "Two bags of dinars." ”

The two children trotted over, leaving deep and shallow footprints in the snow on the road, then stopped and said in a somewhat immature but uniform voice, "Mr. Alleyne, the snow monster hunter is here to report!"

"Oh, my dear snow hunters, are you ready to go to Vizan?" said Arenn with a straight face, and Aragorn laughed inexplicably as he listened.

"Yes, Mr. Ellene!" replied the two children with the same sternness.

"Very good!" said Ellen in a deep voice, "First of all, say hello to your Uncle Aragorn!"

"Hello Uncle Aragorn!"

"Well, well, the children tell me your name. Aragorn smiled wryly.

"My name is Dean Winchester!!," replied the short-haired brown-haired child, straightening his back.

"My name is Sam Winchester, sir. Dean is my older brother. Another brown ponytail scratched his head and replied with a smile.

"With a big message!" Alleyne smiled, "Your Uncle Aragon is a knight!"

"Wow!" the Winchester brothers' eyes widened.

"Now there are two horses, my traveling horse and your knight's uncle's military horse. To be on the safe side, you two can't make a choice. Alleyne clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Who got on Uncle Aragorn's horse?"

"Me!" Sam and Dean said at the same time. However, Dean hesitated for a moment and then took the initiative to get on Aren's horse. Sam smiled at his brother and got on Aragorn's horse, then hugged Aragorn tightly.

Aragorn kept winking at Aren, but Arenn turned his head to the other side, intentionally or unintentionally.

The snow stopped, and the snow reflected the moonlight, covering the ground with a silver veil. Two dark shadows passed through a large pine forest. Entering hilly terrain, it finally came to a halt against the rock wall in the early hours of the morning.

Alleyne took a sip of a water bag and handed it to Aragorn: "Spirits from Nord." Come warm up?"

Aragorn took the water bag and took a sip. Alleyne carefully placed the two sleeping children on the carpet, then took the water bag and stretched: "I just recruited you to travel overnight." Don't mind, right?"

Aragorn smiled bitterly: "When I was a soldier, I didn't sleep for two days. But weren't you in a hurry to get to Vizan and your buddies who were training peasants against bandits, and how did you take two children on your way?"

Alleyne shrugged and replied, "Earn some extra money along the way, his father begged me to send them to their uncle in Vizan." ”

Aragorn frowned, "Didn't you know that Vizan was threatened by bandits?"

Alleyne found a dry area and spread out a carpet, and said slowly, "My companion, will solve this problem. Also, I told their father about it, but they were adamant. Then Alleyne looked up, smiled at Aragorn, and said, "Rest for four hours." Each person sleeps for two hours, and you keep the first shift. Don't mind, right?"

Aragorn nodded silently, knowing that Alleyne was expressing a trust

"Ahh Aragorn quickly flipped from the blanket and drew his sword. However, Alleyne was only seen waving his teeth and claws at Sam and Dean, each of whom had a piece of dry food in their hands.

"You've reacted violently, Mr. Knight. Alleyne smiled at Aragorn, his blonde hair glistening in the sun.

Aragorn squinted at the sky, the dawn sun gentle and beautiful.

'How long did I sleep?'

Alleyne took a bite of the dry food, took a sip of snow water, and said vaguely: "According to the words of my hometown, it is the time to exchange two catties of pig iron for two catties of dinars. ”

Aragorn grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it on his face, then shook his head, put away his sword, and asked Sam, "Uh, why are you called, child?"

Sam scratched his head embarrassedly, "Mr. Alleyne is telling us ghost stories. ”

"About the snow monsters. Dean said.

Alleyne put away his rations, stood up, and said to Sam and Dean, "Do you still want to hear it?"

"Well, yes!" said the Winchester brothers in unison.

"Then gnaw up your dry food! I have something to say to your knight uncle!" said Alleyne to the two children in a deep voice, then waved his hand at Aragorn.

The two walked under a pine tree not far away, and Alleyne was the first to express his feelings.

"It's really hard for these children. ”

"Traveling?"

"No, it's spiritual. ”

“”

"Okay. Alleyne shrugged, "I mean, how bad the troubadours are in Riwacheze! The stories I make up are so popular, maybe I should go to Riwachaze and become a troubadour, maybe I can make a lot of money." ”

Aragorn squeezed out a smile and said, "Didn't you call me here just to make a statement?"

Arenn looked at Aragorn quietly, as if thinking about something, he said, "The children need life in front of us, we are not just mercenaries...... and then he smiled, took a small piece of dried meat from his arms, and handed it to Aragorn.

"That's the point! I didn't expect that there were two pieces of air-dried meat left in the package, I ate the one, and the last piece of dried meat was left for you to improve the food. Then Aragorn said with a deep face: "Be careful and don't be seen by the bears." ”

After watching Aragorn take the dry food and air-dried meat, Alleyne walked out of the pine forest, beckoned to the two children, and said, "Are you done eating?

"I'm done!"

"Okay, let's continue with the Alleyne story!" Alleyne smiled.

Dean looked at the pinewood and asked, "Sir, where is Uncle Aragorn?"

Alleyne replied with a solemn face: "As the so-called people have three urgency"

Under the pine forest, Aragorn looked at the small piece of air-dried meat and thought for himself.

"Where is your power? Is it in the pigsty or in the cabbage in the backyard!?"

Between the humble wooden houses, a short, bearded brown man stepped through the snow and yelled at a group of peasants wielding pitchforks and kitchen knives.

Beside him stood a Kugit man, strong as a cow, but with a decadent feel

"Mr. Reressarit!" came a man with a fortune out of the peasantry, and he gasped breathlessly, "I, I"

"Well, it's the Miller, is it dissatisfied with my training policy?" asked the bearded man known as Ressarit, who stepped forward.

"No, I'm just a little tired, can I rest?" gasped the miller.

"Tired?" Resarit raised his head and touched the stubble on his chin: "Look around you! Your Excellency the Miller! Your countrymen are fighting to defend their homeland!" He stepped forward, almost touching the miller's nose, and then poked the miller's chest with his middle finger, and said, "And this is only the second step of training! Women can persevere! You can't!"

The miller lowered his eyes and said nothing, Ressarit stared at the miller for a long time, and said: "I have no right to order you, but now there are only two choices for you: either you leave in failure, or stay and persevere! My coaching career has never had a halftime!"

The miller bowed his head and left in silence through the snow.

"Useless fellow," Resarit muttered to the miller's back.

The Kugit man sensed something, he looked at the sky, then turned to Resarit and said, "It's going to snow." ”

Ressarit paused, then nodded at the Kugit man.

"First row, third column, third row, first column, sixth column! Out of line! The others disbanded!"

The people chosen by Resarit were overwhelmed, others left, and some muttered and complained that training time was affecting their feeding of livestock.

"Leave or stay like them!" Resarit waved his left arm at the peasants who were about to watch the excitement, and the latter snickered and trotted away.

The sky was getting overcast, and thick clouds were obscuring the sun.

Resarit coughed lightly and cleared her throat. Then he said to the nervous peasants: "You should be honored!"

The peasants were at a loss.

"You have fully grasped what I teach!!" Resarit patted his chest, and then pointed to the Kujiit beside him, "And have the opportunity to have a real battle with the powerful warrior - Rolf, in order to test his own use!"

Ressarit took a few sticks from a wooden hut and distributed them to Rolf and the peasants, admonishing them about the matter.

Rolf removed his chain mail, dressed only in linen, and waved his stick a few times.

"Do as I teach, get ready for battle!" Resarit said.

Three peasants in unison with wooden sticks.

"Think of Lord Rolf as your enemy! Don't think about it! Knocking him down is your goal!" Resarit said, "Then let's get started!"

Two of the three peasants remained motionless and remained there, while the remaining one stepped forward, but when he saw that his companion was motionless, he retreated.

Resarit frowned and yelled at the three of them, "What are you doing there!"

"Oh, oh. The middle-aged farmer agreed, and rushed forward first, making a standard chopping motion at Rolf, but Rolf flashed sideways, and then quickly swept the stick, hit the leg, and put it on the ground. (To be continued......)