The first night of his stay in Moongate was more peaceful than Frey had imagined, and Kutara himself led several of Kuvalé's elite warriors to guard the door of his room, while North Wind and the Baron lay across the gates of the hut, and the two sentries kept moving around the house, and the impenetrable guard helped Frey to fall asleep. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

From the day he returned to Ice's Breath, Frey had hardly slept so soundly on a night. He wrapped the plush blanket tightly, said a few slurred dream words from time to time, and smiled sweetly like a child. Maybe even he doesn't know that no matter how strong and cold he is on the outside, he is always a child who is obsessed with proving himself to his father.

"Idney. Frey muttered softly. Among his many babbles, Idney's name is the only one that is clear and frequent. He always dreamed back to that wonderful late autumn day, and the day after the end of the harvest festival, a noblewoman who looked like a fairy fell in front of his horse, and her dress, her temperament, and even her disgraced appearance attracted him deeply, so he made a secret vow that he would marry this beautiful girl in a glorious manner. It was also on that day that Frey began to believe that he was the darling of the god of fate, only because his father had negotiated a marriage with the lord of Winterhaven at a dinner party, which made Frey extremely excited. In the days that followed, Frey slowly felt the favor of the god of fate, and his experience on the East Island went well, and despite the tragic death of his father and brother one after another, it did not prevent him from carrying out a series of powerful actions as the Duke of Ice's Castle - such as marrying Edney and purging the old Ministry.

However, the god of fate does not waste too much energy on the same person, and Frey's good fortune is lost after the "bloody meeting". He was defeated on the battlefield by Euan and then Weiner, and was reduced to a prisoner, these painful experiences nearly broke his will, and it was Idney who supported him and led him out of his predicament during that time.

"Idney. Frey whispered again, hugging the blanket tighter.

In the early morning, the wind and snow finally showed a tendency to abate, and the early townspeople were busy preparing breakfast for the army, and they shuttled between the houses and tents with mashed potatoes and hot ginger milk, gradually restoring the desolate town of Yuemen to life.

Frey hurried to the house where the remnants of the Sixth Corps lived—the most conspicuous government hall around the Moongate Square—to "visit" Lavallen, who was still unconscious. He was glad that Malad had saved Ravalen's life, even if he had not yet been able to extract any useful information from the unspeakable prisoner of war.

"Lord Marad, is Lavalen awake?" shouted Frey as he entered, lest the sword-wielder sleeping on the second floor would not hear.

"I don't know yet, my lord. He was locked up in the basement. A well-dressed Malad leisurely descended the stairs and replied respectfully.

Frele followed Malad to the basement, but his face changed as soon as he pushed the door open. The dimly lit basement was empty, except for two naked guards lying half-dead by the door, and not even Lavalen's shadow could be seen.

"You'd better make up a not-so-ridiculous statement, Lord Marad, if you don't want to be stripped naked and locked up here. Frey gritted his teeth and retorted.