Lookout Fortress, Oak Square.

Towards evening, the heavy snow of the day weakened, but the strong winds remained; The square is bustling with people, and floating lanterns made by artisans are slowly lit up to light up the winter scenery near the large square where the inner city meets the outer city.

This is one of the few days in the northern winter when people still go out in the evening.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the Kutlin people, the celebration of the cold day slowly began.

In the northeast corner of the square, a large platform was erected early.

At this time, the sky was dark, and the illumination of the lantern was actually very limited, but fortunately, there were two huge pillars standing on both sides of the platform, and two huge iron basins with strange shapes were placed on the top of the pillars, and the [Immortal Flame] was burning in the iron basin.

These two unquenchable flames illuminated the vicinity of the square as bright as day.

The inhabitants of Lookout Fortress are no strangers to these two humanoid flames, and some of the do-gooders have even named them.

The humanoid flame on the left is called Poseidon, it is usually relatively indifferent, does not like to deal with people, just sits silently in the brazier, only the reckless child runs to the pillar and shouts at it, Poseidon usually disguises himself very vicious and scares those little children with flames, at first it is quite effective, but then the bear children find that the fire given by Poseidon not only does not hurt, but has the effect of strengthening the physique, and more and more children run to find trouble with Poseidon.

This made this cold unquenchable flame very helpless, and simply hid most of the time; It wasn't until most parents began to deliberately restrain their children from bothering the great Poseidon that it began to show its face again.

Poseidon seemed to be in a good mood today, and before the celebration began, there was already a large group of children gathered below. It stood in the brazier and performed some magic tricks for the children, which caused bursts of cheers.

The humanoid flame on the right is named Kyrell, and it is more lively than Poseidon, but with a human-like cunning and deviance, it is very fond of mischief, and even the guards who are stationed on a daily basis often complain about Lord Kerrell's tricky ideas. Naturally, the children did not dare to trouble the prankster king.

At this moment, looking at the large number of children surrounding Poseidon, Kerryll pretended to be very angry, and there was a crackling sound in the brazier, as if a conspiracy was brewing.

The people down there also pretended to be frightened, as if they were really worried about Lord Kerrell's mood.

But there were also quite a few people who let out good-natured laughter.

After being together for so long, everyone knows that whether it is Poseidon or Kyrell, these two humanoid flames from the realm of the lava tyrant are very kind beings. Their significance to the Lookout Fortress is obviously not as simple as the celebration lighting, in the previous battle with the demons, they fought until the oil ran out, if it were not for Evelyn's last venture to break into the territory of the lava tyrant again and steal back a few drops of ancient lamp oil, I am afraid that these two would have entered a long dormant form.

And now, the two Immortal Flames looked energetic, and the ancient lamp oil in the brazier was enough for them to burn for a long, long time, even in the heavy snow.

They were actually one of the many changes that Evelyn brought to the Icewind Lord.

As a powerful spellcaster, Evelyn has had many adventures since she was a child; These adventures and Caesar's bloodline did not make her withdrawn and weird, and her relatively cheerful personality made her more willing to communicate with ordinary people.

Placing her adventurous companion in her youth on the main traffic arteries of the fortress was a bold and meaningful attempt - at first, everyone was terrified of the two non-verbal but human-like fire creatures; Later, however, the people of the Kutlin fell in love with these two magical creatures with very different personalities.

Just as they grew to love the newly-arrived lord.

At this moment, before the celebration began, many people were already chanting the name of Her Highness Evelyn.

This is completely different from previous celebrations.

Never before have the Kutlins been so accepting of a leader from out of town.

They waved the flags in their hands excitedly, and some of them stood on tiptoe to look at the platform, trying to find Evelyn near the VIP seats, but there were too many people on both sides of the platform, and most of them could only see dense figures.

Geralt was in the middle of the crowd, squeezing his whole body sore, but he could still feel the joy of the people nearby.

The black cat grumbled frantically in his ear.

According to their previous itinerary, they should have left the Lookout Fortress this morning; What Quellas said to Geralt left the latter a little dazed and hurt, since everything was just a misunderstanding, then returning to his diocese early was the right thing for a good goddess priest to do.

Unfortunately, they didn't find Gray.

In this way, things get awkward. Both Geralt and Black Cat, despite their flaws, are also very self-aware people: without Gray, they would never have made it back to Wildfire City alive.

In desperation, they could only stay at the Muffin Hotel, waiting for the high-ranking mercenaries to hear from them.

During this period, they were informed by the innkeeper, out of curiosity, to run over to participate in the excitement of the cold day celebration, but they didn't expect to be able to go back - the crowd carried them forward, Geralt, who was tall and tall, was fine, and the black cat was almost trampled to death several times!

"Hell! I'm going to be pinched! Geralt, grab me! ”

The black cat grabbed Geralt's neck in a rage, almost strangling blood on his neck, and the latter couldn't help but roll his eyes, grabbed the black cat, and said angrily, "If it weren't for your weird intuition, we wouldn't have left the inn!" ”

"And now? Is that dangerous intuition still there? ”

His voice was low.

The black cat was silent.

Geralt sighed, and sure enough, he still believed in this guy's instincts too much.

While at the inn, the black cat had been restless, secretly telling Geralt that he sensed danger approaching. Geralt didn't believe it, because he was a foreigner, and there was no reason to have enemies here.

However, due to the black cat's repeated emphasis and Gray's delay in appearing, he also had a trace of doubt, so he took the innkeeper out with the black cat when he mentioned the celebration of the cold day.

If there is really danger, then it should be better in public, right?

Although the area is full of infidels, Geralt doesn't feel that the residents of the Icewind Order will turn a blind eye to the streets if they are threatened.

As a result, as soon as they hit the streets, they were met with crowds.

It wasn't until here that he had a chance to catch his breath.

"The danger is gone." The black cat was a little puzzled and said, "Is it my delusion?" ”

"It's your delusion!" Geralt said depressedly, "I knew I would have rested in the inn." ”

"But I really feel like someone is following us!" The black cat jumped on top of Geralt's head with some reluctance, looking around.

It tries to find the source of the danger that came before.

"I don't have any enemies." Geralt shrugged and comforted it, "Forget it, it's all here anyway, it's better to join in the fun." ”

"Teacher, he seems to be here to preside over this celebration......

In the last sentence, his tone was somewhat complicated.

The black cat looked around in annoyance, and suddenly scratched Geralt's neck excitedly:

"I see a man!"

Geralt was a little wary: "What person? ”

"You'll never believe it, we saw him here?"

The black cat tugged at Geralt's ear:

"Go over there!"

"It's the charismatic Lord of Wildfire City!"

……

VIP seats.

All the famous families of the Lookout Fortress have arrived.

Evelyn hadn't appeared yet, but Xu Nan had sat down early.

Due to the secrecy of the Icewind Lord's collaboration with Anonymous, he did not appear as the Lord of Wildfire City, but instead attended the grand festival as a friend of Evelyn herself.

Even inside the lord's mansion, only a few people with real power knew Xu Nan's true identity.

This caused Xu Nan to sit down, and there were many curious eyes on him.

Some people also tried to come over to talk and grasp the details of Xu Nan, but they were not sent away by Xu Nan without saying a word.

In this way, Xu Nan's image in the eyes of everyone is even more mysterious.

Considering the identity of "Her Royal Highness Evelyn's friend", the possibility that Xu Nan is a powerful spellcaster has skyrocketed, and there are even people with flexible thinking, remembering the great mage Xiaocheng Song who was very noisy some time ago!

But today's protagonist is not Xu Nan after all, these magnates are curious at most, and they don't really focus on this aspect.

Xu Nan wasn't interested in them either, his gaze swept through the crowd, trying to find potential people from the Ninth Manor, but it was obviously in vain.

There are too many people in the audience, I'm afraid that even the wanderers of the Shadow Realm can't cast stealth spells at all in the midst of so many people!

Xu Nan even suspected that if they came late, they wouldn't be able to get in!

Is this an unexpected variable?

As early as this morning, Evelyn had made a decision about the little Jasmine incident.

She had already informed the descendants of the Atsam family, and now she should be on her way to contact them secretly. Most of the dignitaries in the VIP seats were vaguely informed of what might happen at today's celebration, and the strength of the guards was doubled to prevent a vicious riot for a while.

"This Mr. Quellas feels very unusual."

Not far away, on the edge of the platform, an old man in full costume was on crutches, closing his eyes and recuperating.

That is the presiding officer of this celebration, the elder of the Church of the Ice Goddess, and it is very likely that it is Mr. Quelras, a sorcerer who has entered the legendary realm!

After knowing that Queras was Geralt's teacher, Xu Nan was actually a little surprised.

According to Gray, Geralt has also come to Lookout's Fortress; It gets even more interesting.

Xu Nan didn't think the letter in Gray's mouth was a coincidence.

He always felt that there was a mastermind behind all this: whether it was the big man of the Shadow Realm or Quellath himself, it was possible.

After all, after experiencing the battle of Lannice's Great Secret Realm and the game of the Heavenly Realm and Hell in Wildfire City, Xu Nan already has a relatively keen sense of smell at this level of layout.

What he cares more about is what kind of chess piece Evelyn will play in this game that is suspected to be a game between the two sides?

"If it weren't for me, Elliot would have a good chance of succeeding, after all, he has the support of a legend in the Shadow Realm."

"But now, variables have emerged. Which way will things go? ”

"If the people of the Shadow Realm want to act, then they can only blend into the VIP seats, otherwise they will not have a chance to act in the crowd below. So, among these people, who is the person from the Ninth Manor? ”

Xu Nan looked lazily yawning, but his mind was actually highly active.

At first, he actually hated these layouts, reasoning, and things like that; Gradually, he found that this kind of business didn't seem so boring. If you can enjoy it, it's easy to get addicted to it.

And in the experience again and again, he gradually understood that those top bigwigs Wuyi are not good at calculation, if you want to survive in this world, pure strength is not enough, even if a fierce man like Romang is also clear-headed and proficient in calculation; This is especially true of Ferlando, the Wizard King, and the like.

"This incident may be a good opportunity."

"It's said that bystanders are clear, I broke in by accident, and I should be able to get a better view."

Xu Nan stretched his muscles and locked his gaze on Quelas.

Despite numerous prior reasoning, he came to very erratic conclusions due to lack of information.

But one thing is certain.

The protagonist of tonight must be this old gentleman.

The little jasmine he brought may be very important, but Xu Nan always felt that there was a familiar smell in the person of Quelas.

The smell was too secret for him to discern intellectually - a sensation he was familiar with, and in the past, it was usually someone or simply Quellath himself who had withheld the information with great force.

So much so that Xu Nan could only sense something wrong through his bloodline instinct, but he couldn't confirm it from a rational point of view.

"Lord of the Castle!"

"Lord of the Castle!"

There were shouts from the crowd below.

Xu Nan turned his gaze a little surprised, but he didn't find anyone he knew.

Just as he wanted to go further, a solemn drum suddenly sounded in his ears!

Boom!

The spirits of everyone present were shocked!

Xu Nan's attention was also re-attracted on stage.

At some point, Quelas had been levitating with the help of a levitation technique, carrying a long scroll of prayers in his hand, and the wrinkles on his face were extra clear in the light of the Unquenchable Flame:

"Tonight is a very cold night."

"We sigh at the bleakness of the harsh winter and remember the harvest of autumn......"

"If there is a boundary between the four seasons, there will be no extreme cold after this night......"

"Born and raised in Si, we dance hand in hand; The soul of a hero who has been wandering for 4,000 years will return to its hometown tonight! ”

His voice was louder, more calm and powerful than that of a man in the prime of life, and more penetrating than that of a sharp woman.

Tears welled up in people's eyes.

At that moment, it was as if the whole square was silent, and the people in the VIP seats also stood up and excitedly greeted the excellent prayer recitation of Quelas.

It's hard to imagine that this prayer praising the hero Artsam, the customs of the Kutlins, and the resilience of the Icewind Lords was written by a high-ranking member of the Church of the Ice Goddess.

And his recitation is so infectious.

As if he were a Kutlin, a believer in Artesum!

In his prayers, not only was the spirit of the hero Atsam highly praised and celebrated, but the Kutlin were recognized for their hard work in the Icewind Lord. And between the lines, he didn't mention even a trace of the ice and snow goddess!

"No wonder Evelyn trusted him so much."

"Although the universal world is a universal value of polytheism, it is a bit too rare for a magician of this level to sing the praises of other non-god beings in the same realm."

Xu Nan was a little moved, but more surprised.

It was all so abnormal that he pricked up his ears and waited for a reversal.

Regrettably, he hadn't heard the Ice Goddess's sorcerer say a word of praise to his faith until Quellath silently closed the prayer.

There was a round of applause in the square, and it was clear that the people were in recognition of Quelras's opening prayer.

Quellath had a serious face, and after he finished his prayer, he canceled the levitation spell and descended slowly.

Next, it's time for the lords to speak.

Most of the people were excited, and they craned their necks to see Evelyn.

Soon, Evelyn, dressed in mage robes, flew up from nowhere, causing the residents to cheer enthusiastically.

She seemed to be in good spirits, and after saying a few words, the conversation suddenly changed:

“…… But before that, Mr. Quellas made a very serious accusation against me. ”

"In order to ensure its impartiality, I have decided to hold a public prosecution tonight."

"I believe that under the gaze of our heroic souls, all grievances or injuries will be clear!"

"Mr. Quelas, it's your turn."

Her gaze turned to the stage.

Everyone was a little dazed, but they also faintly felt the smell of the coming storm.

The people in the VIP table knew a little bit about the inside story, but they didn't guess that the initiator of the matter was actually this respected old man.

What does he want to do?

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on Quelas.

The latter beckoned to the audience.

Soon, little Jasmine, who was still a thin black child, ran up.

Quelas gave little Jasmine a levitation spell and a light spell, and in an instant, her appearance appeared in front of everyone.

"Before I file a complaint, allow me to introduce you to this little girl."

"Her name is, Jasmine. Atsam. ”

"She is the heir to House Artesam."

Quelas's voice rang out in a deep voice.

Everyone was shocked, but soon they were immersed in Quelas's story.

This old man's language skills are really strong, and in just a few words, he can clearly understand the dispute between the slaves and blood of the Atsam family back then.

The pitiful appearance of the black and thin little Jasmine also won the sympathy of most people.

Someone began to roar in the audience: "Get rid of the scum!" ”

"Kill the traitor!"

"I've long seen that sick man is not pleasing to the eye, they actually deceived us!"

The mood of the crowd began to turn a little angry.

At this moment, a somewhat awkward, somewhat shrill voice sounded, a roar that bordered on hysteria:

"You're lying!"

……