"Your Majesty, do you hear anything?" Steven asked Sonny beside him after turning into a wider, flatter slope. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind and snow didn't stop, but it seemed to be a little smaller, and the whipping on the face didn't hurt so much. "It's good to be called Sonny, I haven't succeeded to the throne yet. He stopped, pricked up his ears and listened. In addition to the whistle of the wind burrowing into the crevices, the wheezing of the brothers around them, the heaviness of the horses' hooves into the deep snow, and the ...... "You mean, the stream?"

"I thought I was hallucinating, so you heard it?" Steven poked a thick branch in front of him to make sure there were no potholes before stepping into the snow. "The stream is not unusual, to be exact, it is a flowing stream, which is very unusual, Your Majesty Sonny. ”

"There is no majesty here, only brothers. He repeated, then stood where he was, listened carefully for a moment, and noticed that there was indeed the murmuring of a stream above. "This can't be, the pee I just sprinkled is frozen, how can there be water that hasn't been frozen?"

"I hear it too," said Toller, who walked deep and shallow, swaying from side to side with the undulations of the terrain, "Could it be that we have climbed to the top of the mountain?" he squinted and looked up at the gray sky, "God Namu is merciful, there will be no hot springs up there, right?"

"Didn't you look at the map?" Sersi turned his head and looked at the people, "There are not only hot springs on Dragon Peak, but also castles, taverns, brothels, and inns!

"If that's the case," said one of the brothers passing by, "I'm going to take off this damn cotton coat, jump into the hot springs, get a girl to hold my life, and a pot of warm wine, and two roast chickens, and look down on the continent that took Lord Kenny's life, and spit on it with the thickest old phlegm, and curse the worst swear words I've ever known in my life, starting with: Fuck you!

"Fuck you! Sid Mountains!" Selsi yelled ahead. Sonny and Steven laughed, and even Lawrence on horseback joined in.

They walked along the gentle slope, then the narrow path of the right hand cliff and the left hand cliff, and after jumping over an arm's length of cliff and climbing a thrilling, almost vertical cliff, the sun was setting low and the snow was still lapping the travelers' cheeks. "We ...... Did you really climb to the top?" Steven couldn't believe it. He looked back, and in addition to the oncoming snow, there was only a bottomless white cloud under him.

The clouds swam through the air, and the ground was littered with pine needles and windswept leaves, like a brownish-green carpet, soaked with snow, but not a single trace of snow. "Namu, merciful, is there really a brothel here?" Selsey staggered forward, glanced back at the brothers who were also surprised, and strode forward.

"Black the Inkman, I've been with that guy Alan for a long time, and Selsey has become less serious. Steven muttered as he reached out to help Lawrence dismount.

Fallen leaves creak underfoot. Sonny looked around, the summit was not as narrow and desolate as he had imagined, on the contrary, it was large enough for a camp of three hundred men. Bare oaks, towering giant nans, and patches of soldier pines stood beside them, and the cold wind was even more unbridled here, whistling the smell of pine needles and tugging at the travelers' cloaks, but there was not a single snow on the ground.

"Has anyone been here?" he muttered. For several days, the team had been walking up the slopes, encountering heavy snow on the way, and even many of the brothers were killed by avalanches, and the narrow paths close to the cliffs were as slender as fingers, and the deep pits that could appear under the snow at any time were like gravel, and the view from the summit seemed a little abrupt compared to the road ahead.

Sonny wanted to find out how big it was, so he went into the woods and tried to circle the edge of the peak. On the way, he picked up a thick branch, made a torch, and when he reached the end, he found a hole. The cave is hidden by an oak tree, and the entrance to the cave is a gap between the rocks, allowing only one person to pass through. It faces north, so that if you come from the other side, you can only see an oak tree and a boulder.

Entering the crevice of the rock and walking down the passage about 20 feet, there is a wide open space half the size of the peak. Sonny saw an entrance in the middle of the clearing, which seemed to lead to the cavern below, perhaps larger than the space above, and it was pitch black, and he could hear the slight sound of water running below.

"Steven?" Sonny whispered when he heard footsteps, looking up at the dark roof of the cave. But in the next second, a pair of hands hugged him, very gently, as if they were two women's hands, bypassing his already soaked cloak, and clasping ten fingers on his belt.

He shook off the man behind him, and the torch fell to the ground, and the shadows in the cave shook for a moment, and he felt as if he had hit something soft. When he turned around, his hands were already raised to his chest, and two fiery fireballs floated, tumbled, and spat out tongues of fire under his palms, and the entire rock wall of the cave suddenly became fiery red, like a burning furnace. But he saw a person who shouldn't be here. "Sura?"

"You're hurting me!" even the voice was exactly the same.

"You...... What's ......" Sonny looked at the girl who was rubbing her waist, and the two fireballs in his hands stopped tumbling and then disappeared, turning into a plume of rising black smoke.

He stooped down to pick up the torch and leaned forward, the light still showing the same face, flesh and blood, but the expression didn't seem to look good. Even the angry look is exactly the same. Am I dreaming? Am I dead? We didn't climb up at all?

"What are you looking at, bastard, don't pull me up yet!"

Sonny rolled his eyes and tried to reach out, and when the hands touched the backs of his hands, he confirmed that they were warm, soft hands. "Why are you here? you know...... Damn, why are you here?" he was a little incoherent.

"How do I know?" she muttered, looking around, "I just wanted to know who my father was, but when I finally went to the illusion with three barrels of wine, and old Maud asked me to put my hand into the green fire, it turned out to be ...... That's it. She turned her head and looked him up and down with purple eyes, "Where is this? Who are you? Is it Sonny Kelline?"

"I'd love to ask that question too, who are you?" Sonny took a wary step back, looking her up and down.

"That's a stupid question!" she shook her head, "tell me, where is this?"

"So, how about I answer you a question, and you answer mine?" Sonny took another step back, one hand holding the torch forward, the other behind his back.

"I'm Sulla, Mullen's sister, Shelley's daughter, and I'm done answering, it's your turn. She lifted her chin, "Where is this?"

"The First Continent, the Mountains of Sid, the summit of the Dragon's Peak. Sonny replied truthfully, "It's my turn, why am I here?"

"Why are you here, how do I know?" she said, rolling her eyes.

"How do you know?" Sonny smiled, and flames appeared again on the hand behind him.