"Yes, my beloved Grandpa Loren will surely receive the grace of the Valkyrie. He was a great warrior and someone I respected the most. ”

Hyde duly picked up Frey's words, and he nodded to old Loren, and the question of the gaffe was obliterated, and the feast continued with great activity, the sound of clinking glasses one after another, and the flames and wine making the hall hot.

Because of the gaffe just now, Hyde didn't drink more, just slightly touched his lips. Most of the toasts of the village elders were drunk by Marshall, a tall red-haired young man who grew up in the ice and snow country of Kislev, and had an astonishing amount of alcohol, which was considered to have relieved Hyde's siege. Frey also drank a lot unexpectedly, and still didn't change her face, which may be the reason why she lived in the army with the Erdman knight for a long time.

When the moon has passed through the sky for some time, the feast ends. The Elder arranged lodging for each of the small troops, and then respectfully invited Hyde and Frey to a clean wooden house, which had been the house of his eldest son, and when his eldest son and daughter-in-law died, he took his granddaughter to him, and now only an empty house remained.

"Your Excellency, I hope you will be satisfied here, our village is too small, and there is nothing better to visit. ”

The white-bearded elder slowly opened the wooden door and invited Hyde and Frey in, the fire had been lit in advance, and the warm breath came to his face.

"We are honored by your warmth and generosity, and it is too late to thank you for your hospitality. ”

Hyde thanked the old man for his kindness in proper language, and he understood the heart of the village elder. Frey also made a timely salute to the old man, and the black-haired girl was very understanding.

The elder left at once, leaving Hyde and Frey in the room, and the old man seemed unable to bear to be in love again, for this was his dead son's home, and the memories were sometimes painful.

The flame of the butter lamp danced slowly, casting changing light and shadow on the bedside, and the wood in the stone fireplace crackled and burned, reflecting the fire of the small wooden house. The house was about thirty square meters in size, and was simply furnished, with a large bed and a small bed, two small bedside tables, a wooden table, two chests with simple copper corners, and a few chairs. The walls of the log are painted with a layer of white plaster, peeling off in many places, and on one side hang a staggered saber, a bow and arrow, an arquebus, and on the other side hangs a woodcut overprint of the holy icon of Daha, the image of the bear spirit in the Holy Trinity, the patron saint of the Ugol warriors.

"It used to be a warm home, but it's a pity that it's ......"

Frey exclaimed, and she gently rested her dark-haired head on Hyde's shoulder, her bright dark eyes looking at Hyde's face.

"Yes, it was once the home of a warrior, it was sentimental, and war was so cold. ”

Hyde replied to Frey gently, he could feel the temperature of Frey's body, and Hyde was also very emotional when he remembered the original owner of the house.

"Look, is this a portrait of the Elder's son?"

Frey pointed to a small picture frame on the bedside table, a six-inch square wooden frame, with a simple ivy pattern carved on the edges, painted in green, and three figures painted on the board in pastel colors. It is a bust of a pair of adults and their children. This is probably the image of the original owner's family.

"It should be, let me see, you pay attention to the oil lamp. ”

Hyde gently picked up the frame with both hands, he understood the meaning of the portrait, and it could not be damaged.

Under the beating lights, Hyde saw a radiant figure with a short beard, although the pen was simple, but the painter's technique was very skillful, and a few strokes outlined the demeanor of this Wuguoer warrior. He wore a tall sheepskin cylinder hat, a belt and a short knife crossed his chest, and a high hooked nose, and he was leaning against a beautiful woman, wearing a dark embroidered turban, but carrying a powder belt cross-body, and the butt of a short-barreled musket was exposed behind his back. A lovely girl of five or six years old huddled in the middle of them, holding a pointed helmet with beautiful bird feathers in her hand, which was probably the helmet of her father, who seemed to be very fond of her.

"It's really cozy, it reminds me of a lot of ......"

Frey pressed her cheek closer to Hyde, and she stared intently at the portrait, her voice tinged with envy.

"Well...... Will we have such lovely children too?"

Unexpectedly, Frey suddenly asks a bold question, which surprises Hyde a little, and he sees a brilliant light in Frey's dark eyes, which is the light of expectation.

"Now...... Seems to ......"

Hyde was a little at a loss for a moment how to answer, and the brave Divine Knight suddenly lost his words.

"Haven't you already accepted my love?"

Frey lowered her eyebrows and made a sad look, her voice aggrieved.

"Yes, I love you forever, my dear Frey. ”

Hyde hurriedly put the portrait back in its place and explained to the beautiful dark-haired girl. His face burned a little. He felt his heart beating violently, as if his body was beginning to boil.

"That's good!"

A smile appeared between the corners of the black-haired girl's mouth, and she gently leaned into Hyde's arms, like soft silk like a warm spring breeze. The fireplace behind it also dimmed at the right time, as if echoing all this.

"Yes, my love. ”

Hyde didn't hesitate any longer, he kissed Frey's warm lips passionately, nothing mattered, he hugged the girl's slender body tightly. Frey greeted him with the same warmth, her dark tight-fitting leather garment sliding down her fair shoulders in time, revealing her beautiful body to her young lover's eyes.

The turbulent waves surged, the fiery hearts were pounding, and it seemed that everything was so moving and merged. Frey dedicates her body to her young lover, and the scene is beautiful because it is a heart-to-heart union.

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While the little village of Ugol was immersed in a happy sleep, a lively drama was being played out hundreds of miles away outside the city of Kislevgrad, but this drama was a drama of blood and brimstone, the actors of the drama were the lives and flesh of millions of people, and the music of the drama was the sound of fire, cannons and gunfire. That is the drama of war, and the war of mankind is the drama of God.

The red-walled city of Kislevgrad is like a city besieged by cobwebs, many moats, forts, and wooden fences surround the red royal capital like black cobwebs, and the forts and wooden fences are decorated with gorgeous and terrifying pointed wood, and they are covered with pierced skeletons and limbs, and everywhere are the coats of arms of Slaanesh and the eight-pointed star of chaos, and the cold wind spreads the smell of fishy smell and sulfur everywhere. And on the snowy field between the cobwebs and the royal capital, there were piles of stiff bodies, burned siege engines, and ladders like the dry bones of the death beasts.