Maffeo had reason to believe that he was about to set off, and the Duchy did not want the adventurers to stall, so they would often send commissioners to make disgusting urgings on adventurers who already knew they had a stronghold in Huttonmar. Soon everyone couldn't stand the harassment of the whole day and set off in a hurry. Others spend most of the day preparing for a trip to the northern snowy regions.

"Fucking like this every time. Maffeo cursed, packing up the stuff in his room at the Celestia Inn, which he didn't think he would use.

"Don't complain, Maffeo. Schultz crouched on the ground, stupidly counting the number of gold coins in his purse.

Maffeo looked down at him, "Honestly, Frederick, are you really that willing to go there?"

"As long as you don't negotiate with those Bantu people, there should be no problem, and I don't mind going to more unfamiliar places. Schultz tossed the coins into his purse one by one and tried to figure out how many days he would last. To be sure, that will definitely not be more than a month. He, like Maffeo, is a man who has no concept of money. Usually, they squander all of them within a few days of getting paid for their commissions.

"Although Freya has said that she will figure out how to deal with this, I guess it's a bit bad to leave her alone. Maffeo looked worried.

Schultz snickered, "I know, Maffeo. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that you are worried about her because you like her. ”

"What?" said Maffeo's mouth wide in surprise. "You little ghost. He reached out and kicked Schultz hard in the ass.

"Alright, don't get excited, Maffeo. Schultz smirked. "Just kidding, of course I know you're worried because she's your companion. But it's not impossible, as long as you're willing to help her. ”

"Alas......" Maffeo let out a long sigh. "In any case, at the moment we can only take one step at a time. ”

The road to the northern snowy region is very long, which takes half a month or even a month. But the crowd decided not to look for any carriage leading there, but to go over on their own. This will at least give you more freedom in the choice of routes, and a good chance of avoiding the armies of Belmar and Delos, who are at a sensitive time. Of course, the chances of them running into monsters are a little greater.

However, the bigger problem is that at least half of the guys who go to the northern snowy regions can't ride horses, which is a headache for Mafeo. So in the end, Marcos had to help them find a coachman he had known for a long time and rent a carriage. Well, the last problem was finally solved, and the group set off on a misty morning.

They bypassed the plain of Amiens and the roads and villages leading to the Gulf of Faro, and headed north along the edge of the Gran Forest. The only one who was familiar with the terrain was Maffeo, who at least made sure that the men would not cross the dangerous zone controlled by the army. The further north you go, the fewer birds there are, and the weather gets colder, though not to the point where it's unbearable.

The journey has been smooth for half a month, and as everyone expected, they avoided the army, avoided the Bantu people, and even avoided the monsters, and everything seemed to be peaceful. It wasn't until they arrived at the small village on the edge of the huge mountain range of the snowy Stanton, where they first met the fiery Bantu people. When the crowd arrived, the Bantu were ransacking the village.

Maffeo jumped out of his saddle, walked to the front of the carriage, picked up his monoculars and surveyed the village. Well, he was unlucky, and the first sight he caught in his telescope was that of a man trying to resist being smashed in the head with a blunt object by the Bantu. "Oh, damn it......" Maffeo scolded under his breath.

"What's going on?" Uma walked over to him, the little man and the only one who didn't have any fear of the cold, and while the other guys wrapped themselves tightly in thick clothes, this guy was still wearing the magic robe that didn't have any ability to keep out the cold.

"Lucky jackpot. Maffeo handed the binoculars to Uma and crouched down beside a snow-covered rock.

"I don't know how they survived here. Uma put down her binoculars and sighed.

Squatting next to the rocks, Maffeo grabbed a handful of snow and held it in his palm to observe. "Just like Villele, he does not belong to any force and lives entirely on his own. ”

"That village is the only way to the snow-capped mountains, so I don't think there's a chance of getting around it. Uma was obviously more concerned about the situation in front of them, and if it were normal, they would not have been involved in this ugly incident. But now, it seems, they have to be embroiled in a dispute that has nothing to do with them.

"Try not to get into trouble with them, I'm fed up with everything. Maffeo stood up, shook the snow off his hands, and walked straight towards the village. Uma followed Maffeo's footsteps after turning back and motioning for the others to stay where they were for now.

There were those who resisted in the village, but many more people understood the bravery of the Bantu people. Resistance was completely hopeless, so they chose to obey. Although the Bantu people can do such ugly things as sacking villages, they will never harm the unarmed and unarmed who have no intention of resisting, because they think that doing so would damage their reputation as brave warriors.

And they are most commendable for their keen observation, so when the two appeared on the path leading to the village, they immediately noticed their existence. If it weren't for the fact that they had seen each other yell, Uma and Maffeo would have thought that it was some beast that made the noise. "Don't come any closer, stranger!"

"We just wanted to talk to you!" Maffeo paused, then replied loudly.

"Go back, I refuse to talk to you!" the Bantu man shook his hand.

"Maybe you can try something else, especially against a guy like them. Uma laughed.

"What do you mean?" asked Maffeo.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Bantu have a lot of respect for true warriors, so you can try to have a duel with them. ”

Maffeo was deflated like a ball, "I'm not here to have some hellish duel with them, okay, I'll try." Hopefully I won't get my ribs broken by those guys. He walked briskly, ignoring the Bantu warning, drawing his broadsword as he moved, aiming it at the other. At that moment, what Maffeo saw in the other party's face was not the anger after being provoked, but a longing, a desire to fight. [.]