Winds from the far north wreak havoc in the Valley of Ice, and the roar of a lion looms like an ancient monster outside the cave. The whirring sound of the flames burning in the cave. The tall, thin Dole held the copper flask in both hands, and drank the butter-ginger beer in small sips, without making a sound.

The round Gold stared motionlessly at the leaping flames, his face growing paler. The two robbers of the Wind Demon Wolf did not seem to notice the tent in the shadows behind the fire, and hung the owner of the cave aside with such a big grin.

Suddenly, Master Gold's eyes straightened, and his chubby upper body fell to the edge of the fire with a clatter. The tall and thin Dole hurriedly ran to his side, helped Master Gold up, shook his chubby head, and cried: "Gold, wake up, Gold, you said that we would become rich masters, and we would earn a lot of gold moore. ”

Uncle Gold's face turned blue, and only white eyeballs remained in his eyes. Lying straight on the ground like a dead fish.

Dole shut up and wiped away his tears. He took out a small sack of burlap from his bosom and carefully opened it, revealing a shiny Mithril knife. He picked up the knife and flipped open Uncle Gold's fat palm. Trembling, he picked up the knife, closed his eyes, and stabbed it hard.

Beep, a black, fishy-smelling stream of blood spurted into the flames with a crackling sound.

Dore's right hand flicked, and the Mithril knife fell to the ground. He trembled and stretched out his hand to grope on the ground for a long time, only to find that his knife was in the hands of a fairy woman with a beautiful face and a gray cloak.

"Are you a disciple of Hippocrates?" Angela carefully examined the small and delicate Mithril knife in her hand, the handle of which was a naked statue of a long-haired woman, and the silver-white blade was slightly rusted with dark yellow rust, which was an elven item from the classical period.

"No, you're mistaken!" Dole stammered as he rubbed his fingers, "I'm not a follower of Hippocrates, I'm just trying to bleed him a little." You see, he's so fat, he must have more blood than the average person. ”

"He's poisoned," Angela flipped Gold's fat other hand over, looking at the criss-crossing scars on it, pried the corners of her mouth up, "This poison isn't serious, but you're going to kill him by bleeding him so many times." ”

"It's none of my business," Dole's face changed abruptly, "he asked me to do this, it's none of my business!"

Ahem, cough, the chubby Gold suddenly moved, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and his pure white eyes were a little more bright. "Yes, I asked Dole to do this, leeches can suck blood, and now the weather can't find leeches, and bloodletting can achieve the same effect. ”

Angela's jade-white hands made a mudra in front of her chest, and she said something in her mouth, and then a green light fell on the injured palm of Lord Gold. The scar on the palm that was still bleeding just now seemed like an earthworm began to wriggle, and after a while, the earthworm gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared.

"Are you a banshee?" said Master Gold, his eyes blank, looking around.

Ahh

"Shut up, brute!" Mowglitte took out the ruling from the spatial ring and stopped in front of Angela, although these demon wolves were just ordinary monsters, but it was very dangerous to be bitten by them in the wilderness. As a banshee with no attack power, it is not a very wise choice for a fairy to be so close to a demon wolf with her bare hands.

"What's going on?" Nicholas poked his head out of the tent.

"It's okay, rest well, I'm going to be on my way tomorrow. Morgridle turned back to the lightning mage and said, "It's just a few unfriendly guests, hurry up and rest, we have to hurry tomorrow." ”

Nicholas muttered a few words, and retreated back into the tent.

The tall and lanky Dole quietly moved his ass out of the cave, and suddenly the fire flashed, and in front of him appeared a hideous silver-white iron rod, and there were some sharp gears on the boxy iron rod, and with the beating of the flames, the gears kept spinning, from top to bottom, or from bottom to top.

"Sit down obediently, my ruling is not serious, and it will fall on your head next time!" Morwritte waved the ruling in his hand, and a large protruding stone on the top of the cave was cut off, and fell to the entrance of the cave with a clatter, blocking Dore's path. I saw that the section of the big stone was extremely smooth, like a mirror.

"If I don't go, I won't go!" Dole sat down again, only this time he didn't dare to sit down, and squatted on the ground with his legs, as if he was ready to run away.

"If you don't want to die outside, run, I won't stop you!" Morwritte put up a long ruling, "You've been wandering in the wilderness for so long, and I'm sure you know how cold the nights are in the wilderness. You see, even the demon wolf is starting to tremble. ”

Morwritte threw a few more sticks of wood into the fire, and in the golden ring of space, Mrs. Salit Larson had prepared enough things, bread, firewood, enough for the few of them to squander to Iglos.

"You're a Windbreaker and a robber, aren't you?" said Angela, who sat down in a clean seat behind Morgriet, and the elf had to pull out a copper flask and ride it on the fire, and throw some finely chopped butter into the flask, and in a moment the ginger-mixed butter beer began to simmer hot.

"I'm a countryman, and I just like butter in ginger beer," Morkriet laughed at herself, taking off the hot copper kettle and taking a sip of it, "You don't look like robbers at all, and the Wind Demon Wolf is not as wimply as you! ”

"We're not bandits, we're adventurers from Frost-Free City!" Dole said as he looked nervously at Gold, hesitating.

"Lie," Morwritte pointed the ruling at the Demon Wolf, "when did the adventurers in the wilderness have a Demon Wolf mount." ”

"Yes, we are the robbers of the Storm Wolf," at this moment, Gold, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, "What Dore said is also true, we are adventurers from Frost Free City, but we were caught by the bandits, and they forced us to join them. But we really don't want to be robbers!"

Morwritte knew what it was about, but she didn't quite know what Merlin had done after he left.