The weather in the mountains is changing, one moment it is still a clear sky, the wind is beautiful, the next moment it becomes a strong wind, rain and snow.

Although it had just entered autumn, the Ezern Mountains in the northern frontier of the empire were already as severe as winter, and the roaring tooth cave worm carried the three of them all the way north, rushing through the wind and snow, and Nuosen, who was wrapped in only a few pine branches, was so cold that he grinned, and the old man was also shivering and shivering, without saying a word.

Downhole, Northon had put the pistol back in the Ring, and at this moment, he really wanted to get into the Ring himself.

After living in the mountains for a long time, Catherine did not change much, only a slight blush appeared on her fair face.

The weather was bad, and the night came earlier than usual, and in only two or three hours, the mountains and forests were immersed in a gray twilight.

Roaring Tooth was still hurrying, and from time to time Northson looked around the forest, and as he continued to move north, the surrounding pine forests became more and more sparse, until later, it was only a few hundred meters away that a dwarf pine tree could be seen speeding past him.

The snow gradually thickened, and the vast snow field reflected a faint light on the ground, and Norsen looked back at the road, and the roaring tooth cave worm seemed to be flying against the ground, leaving no trace in the snow.

After about four or five hours of travel, a few orange lights suddenly lit up in front of him, and with a hissing sound, he jumped up suddenly, and then landed heavily in front of the light, sweeping away the snow around him in an instant.

Norson looked intently and saw that the light was shining through a low wooden house, beside which was a thick, dead tree, whining its shriveled branches in the wind.

As soon as he had followed Catherine and the old man down from the roaring teeth, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and a tightly wrapped man came out of the house with his feet sloped, and said with a smile as he went, "Haha...... Long time no see, my old friend! ”

Although he couldn't see his face, he could tell from his voice that he must be older than the old man.

"Hehe," the old man also smiled and said, "It seems that the ability to hear and distinguish people has improved a lot, if it weren't for it, we would really be buried in the ground forever." ”

The four of them entered the wooden house, the furnishings in the house were simple, and on the wall facing the door hung an old and dilapidated portrait of the endless god, and a few crooked wooden furniture were placed on the left and right, which at a glance knew that it was made by the owner himself. The fireplace in the corner of the house was blazing, and the flickering light of the fire hugged the face, dispelling the bitter cold of the road in an instant.

On the wooden table, which was not too big, the host had prepared a sumptuous dinner, and the old man did not wait for the host to greet him, so he served it with a big grin, picked up a hot roasted deer leg and gnawed it.

Escaping from the mines, he and Northon fed their hunger on Catherine's bread, and after several hours of travel, they were already hungry.

The master was not angry, took off his fur coat, beckoned Catherine to settle Howling, took a set of clean clothes for Northin, and invited him to dine with him.

Northen got dressed and sat down beside the old man to join the feast, while the owner of the hut sat quietly and watched them with pleasure.

After three rounds of drinking, the old man remembered to introduce him, wiped his greasy mouth, and said to Norson: "This is Damon Blanck, who used to be a senior advisor to the Enchantment Society. ”

Another senior advisor!

"Hello, Mr. Damon!" Northon stood up and saluted.

In the fireplace, the light of the fire flickered and dimmed, and Damon sat reclining on a bench, covered with a thin blanket, his beard gray, and his face full of deep wrinkles.

Due to the harshness of the prerequisites and the hardships of cultivation, enchanters are the least numerous of all the subclasses. It is even more rare to be one of the best. Every enchanter will experience a lot of pain that ordinary people can't endure, but their enchanted guns will greatly increase the power of their guns, so they are highly respected.

"You're welcome," Damon nodded, "you're an old weird friend, my friend, please enjoy it." ”

"Weird?" Northon looked at the old man suspiciously.

Damon laughed heartily: "Old weird Kimbo Kramond, twenty years ago, this name was a household name in the Heavenly Wind Empire. ”

Nuo Sen twisted his eyebrows and searched for memories of Kembo, his eyes suddenly lit up, patted his thigh and said, "The old city lord of the Holy Imperial City! ”

"Yes," said Damon, "but he offended many people by his strange behavior, and within two years he was deposed, and I inquired about it before I got the news that he had died in the prison of the Empire." ”

Damon turned to the old man again and said, "You old stranger, and now you have appeared in front of me, and I have been sad for your death for a few months, but you say, where have you been happy in the past twenty years?" ”

The old man Kembo put down the utensils in his hand and said, "Thanks to the secret help of the king of the Duchy of Andal, Lord Caesar, I was able to survive. ”

"Is that kid? Well...... It is said that his spear spirit is an extremely rare pink star, and he is polite to people, and it will become a great weapon in time. Damon praised, seeing that Kenbo's behavior was weak, his face was full of fatigue, and he was not at all the heroic appearance that a senior gunsmith should have, he secretly wondered, and was about to ask the reason, Kembo took the initiative to explain: "It's not a secret, not long ago, my gun spirit was accidentally destroyed, and I have become a waste." ”

"Huh?!" Damon was shocked, "Could it be the Empire's gang again?" ”

"It's hard to put into words," exclaimed Kembo, "how did you come to the Azerne Mountains and live a hunter's life if you didn't do it?" ”

"You're the city lord?" Northen stood up suddenly, thinking that Vio Sigma, who had caused the tragedy in the mines, was the son of the lord of Jochashire, and he couldn't help but be wary.

Kembo dragged him back into his chair: "Are you really stunned or fake, the current city lord will come to this place where birds don't?" ”

Noxon thought about it, and let go of the mustard.

"The Sigmars have settled in Jocha since the early days of the Broken Roots," says Damon, "and later took part in the war against the barbarians, and gained many victories, and their power grew from strength to strength." The previous city owners were either members of the family or puppets supported by the family.

Not long after your accident in the Holy Imperial City, I was transferred here, and I witnessed the bitter life of the poor people under the exploitation of several major families, and I was determined to carry out reforms, but this will inevitably pry their interests, and my assassins are almost every day.

The moment I decided to reform, I guessed that I would be surrounded by them, and with the strength of a high-ranking gunsmith, I thought that no one would be able to do anything to me, but I still underestimated them. ”

At this point, Damon suddenly asked Norson, "What do you think is the most important thing as a gunsmith?" ”

Northon glanced at Kembo and said, "Gun Spirit? ”

Damon shook his head: "It's both hands, no matter how high the quality of the gun spirit is, how can you pull the trigger without both hands?" ”

Damon had been covering his limbs with a blanket since Norson and Kembo entered the house, and at this point, he finally stretched his arms out.

Seeing the arm that extended to the wrist and stopped abruptly, Nuosen couldn't help but dilate his pupils, swallowed his saliva, and the wrist was neatly broken, and it was obvious that his hands were cut off with a sharp weapon.

Kembo's face was full of anger, and he slapped the table and said angrily, "These brutes! ”

Damon continued: "They lured me to inspect the mines, and they gassed me down, and when I woke up, I was exposed to the wilderness, I lost my hands, and my hamstrings were broken.

They thought I would die like this, but the Almighty Endless God refused to take me in, and after crawling along the Azeon Mountains for several days, and when the wound on my foot had healed, I walked north with two sticks, and walked for more than seven months to reach this place, before I stopped building this hut. ”

Damon said it lightly, but Northon heard it with a tingling scalp, he didn't dare to imagine how a man who was almost crippled could survive the long seven months in the cold and barren Azern Mountains, and Damon was once one of the few high-level enchanters in the empire, and he respected Damon even more.

After listening to Damon's story, Kembo was also in a heavy mood, Damon didn't want to reunite with his old friend in grief, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's all old things, don't mention it, and blame me for being too young and vigorous, you need to know how easy it is to change the rules." ”

Knowing this, Northen changed the subject at the right time and asked, "Mr. Damon, how did you meet Catherine?" ”