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Because it is a city built inside a mountain, the city of Icecastle is completely isolated from the outside world, and it is neither aware of the weather outside nor can it feel the change in temperature outside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the snow land where snow falls all year round, this kind of architectural design is the best way to protect people from the threat of natural disasters, but it also increases the burden of reserves of certain essential daily necessities, such as torches - in the ice castle that cannot be reached by natural light, lighting torches are as common as clothes and cutlery, from the streets and alleys to official residences, there are iron hoops for holding torches everywhere, and where there is no artificial lighting, it is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

But there are those who love darkness, and it can hide all secrets that they don't want to be snooped on.

Weiner walked through the corridor outside his makeshift lodging with a heavy heart, and he suddenly had a strange premonition at the door of his room, which was not dangerous, but it did not seem like a good omen. He cautiously pushed the door open, and the room was dark. Forgetting to bring a torch back, Weiner fumbled to try to find the kerosene lamp and flint on the coffee table.

A pair of smooth arms wrapped around Weiner's neck, and a chill instantly welled up in his heart, followed by an unexpected passionate kiss.

"Go away, Cynthia!" Weiner pushed away the body that hugged him, and the soft touch made him realize that she was **** up, so he immediately added: "Damn, get dressed quickly, you will freeze to death if you hide in a room where there is no fire like this." ”

"So what's the matter, if you just be gentle, I'll be warm soon, and maybe burning. Cynthia said teasingly, but she couldn't get any closer to Venal, the poisonous fire was already between them, and the emerald flames danced, staining Venal's face with a strange color.

"If you have deadly poison on your lips, I guarantee you will die a painful death before I do. ”

Cynthia turned her back to Venal and twisted her ass to the bedside, and Venal could only distinguish Cynthia's large movements by the faint green light of the poisonous fire, unable to see whether her face was disappointed or sad. "What a sharp and harsh language, is that how you refuse to throw yourself into your arms young lady? Cynthia sat on Weiner's bed, patted the blanket next to her and said, "Come on, I'll admit I'm not that pretty compared to Idney, but I won't let you down." ”

"I'm more curious about your purpose than your skills in bed. Say, Cynthia, what made you abandon Bernie and run to my room to be coquettish. Weiner snapped, the tip of the poisonous sword was no longer pointed at the **** Cynthia, but Venal couldn't put it in the sheath yet, he knew very well that Cynthia didn't plan to let him light the kerosene lamp - she did have the strength to stop Weiner from doing so - and he didn't want a lady to be exposed to him unabashedly.

Cynthia did not give up her seduction of Venal, she wrapped herself in a fur blanket and said with a flirtatious smile: "You may have enjoyed a lot of beautiful women as much as Bernie and Titch, but I am neither a prostitute who pays for an errand in a nasty tavern, nor a miller's daughter who fantasizes about tall and mighty knights, but a woman who needs a little excitement... Bandits, bandits, whatever you think! You must not have tried my type, after all, there are not many girls in the pan-continent who fight and kill all day long, and take people's lives with stabbing swords, do you?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to get back to the council chamber, maybe Lavalen still needs some pointing. Weiner pretended to turn away, he didn't want to provoke the crazy woman in front of him, he didn't want to waste precious rest time, and most importantly, Weiner, who was usually frivolous in words and deeds, was unwilling to have a relationship with any woman other than his dead wife.

Cynthia was silent until Venal stepped out of the door with one foot, and at last she rolled out of bed and put on her cloak, and cried out in a compromising manner, "All right, Venal! Whether you are a gentleman worthy of the trust of a young girl, or a half-man in need of a barefoot doctor, I confess that I have come to ask you for help." ”

A sly smile appeared on the corner of Weiner's mouth, and he slowly returned to the table and lit the kerosene lamp. "I want to hear about it. "Weiner Road.

"Slaughtered Bernie from that son of a bitch. ”

"Ah, I don't really like him and his men. As a well-known mercenary group, the Dragon Raiders sometimes don't know the rules, and they are somewhat unworthy of their name. Weiner paused inexplicably at this point, shrugged his shoulders and put on a nonchalant expression: "But usually, if you want to encourage me to make an important decision that is not very kind, you have to tell me at least a story that will move me first." ”

"So you're still a fool who loves to listen to stories. Cynthia sat back on the bed and wrapped herself in a blanket, and seeing that Weiner was still incomprehensibly silent, she had to tell the story to herself: "I told you that I was not a prostitute, but that I wanted to find a burly and reliable man to share with me the results of my battles near the Great Rift Valley—"

"You mean to find someone to share the spoils with you?" Venal interjected, but Cynthia rolled his eyes.

"Don't put it so ugly, although we are regarded as robbers by the locals, and I myself am 'branded' as butchers, we only rob poachers in the woods and shady traders who sell fake jewelry and counterfeit antiques to the ignorant people. You know, Weiner? A lot of times I wonder if you know that I've never hurt a good person. - Bernie was a good choice by my standards - of course, I considered you, but I had little resistance to his dark skin, and it turned out that 'visual pleasure' had no effect on life - I began to associate with him, drinking together, killing enemies together, discussing what kind of support the Dragonshawkers could provide to the Grey Shriek, and what 'posture' the Grey Shrike would use to repay the Blood Axe tonight. You won't know what a happy time we've had between us. At this, Cynthia's eyes were dazed and she giggled, to use Weiner's usual joke, the laughter of a she-cat when she was in heat. But her face turned pale in an instant, as if the last trace of blood had been dried by the flames of rage. "Bernie is a brute, and since he entered Icebreath Castle, his eyes have never taken off the little **** named Idney for a moment. In order to pretend to be a loyal man in front of her, Bernie almost made a distance with me—except that he would come to my room at night to try to find some physical comfort. I rejected him, and he went around promoting between us... Well... Romance, that's what he said. ”

"It's sad. I'm sorry, though, but I can't execute an officer for having a relationship between a man and a woman. In fact you can do it yourself, I think you are more cunning and courageous than most men with blood on their hands, and certainly more dangerous. Winger reluctantly spread his hands and explained that he had long wanted to remove the Dragonsnatchers from Euan's army, and that they were far less brave and skilled than the agents who had signed the agreement with the Duke, and that they had almost been wiped out in the battle to capture Frey, and that the rest were all half-crippled lucky ones. Venal also heard that during the ambush of the Imperial Capital's advance team, a detachment of the Dragon Marauders was killed by Miloka alone. From this point of view, the combat effectiveness of the Dragon Raider Regiment has no significant advantage over Cynthia and her party, but the commission is ridiculously high, and there is really no cost performance at all.

"I can't!" Cynthia roared, her fists clenched with emotion ruffling the hair off the blanket, "I was forbidden to attack allies by the agreement I signed with the Duke, and I was a princess who knew how important it was to keep my promises. ”

Weiner stared at Cynthia with determined eyes, her unkempt linen-colored mid-length hair and stubborn retort reminded him of the hearty girl who had wanted to elope with him. "If you can't break that agreement, I, as the head of an army, can't abuse my private power. Go back, Cynthia. Weiner said calmly.

"I thought you were different from them, just another cowardly beast. Cynthia jumped out of bed in disappointment and took a step towards the door, tears dripping and dripping down the stone floor. As she stepped out of the room, Weiner blew out the kerosene lamp and fell onto the bed with a thud.

"The war is coming, and Bernie may be killed on horseback by some of the arrows that don't have long eyes because he rushed too far forward, if you will tell me about life as a princess. Weiner shouted to himself, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, but there was no response from the dimly lit hallway.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]