The north wind howled, and the goose-feathered snow swept from the other end of the mountain, but it did not fall to the ground, but continued the journey with the help of the wind, and I don't know where it ended up.

The snow-capped mountains and land have created a sacred place that resembles a fairy dwelling, and even the natural disasters that ravage Terra cannot encroach on the white soil with an average altitude of more than 6,000 meters.

Here, there is a small religious country that is almost isolated from the rest of the world, known to the inhabitants of the mountain as the Snow Land.

Its inhabitants are tenacious and religious, and have thrived in one of the few pure lands of Terra for generations.

For hundreds of years, folk rules have been formed here that belong to the snow land.

Despite being a religious country, it is probably because the Karan gods see that it is not easy for her people to survive, and the rules set by the Karalan Holy Cult for the snow realm are not harsh, and even more lenient than many secular rules. However, as the nominal head of Sherag and the head of the Holy Church of Karan, the life of the Holy Maiden of Karan, who was named Enyashivaesh of the First Snow, was obviously not so easy.

"Ah, a rare break."

After nominally supervising the completion of the lunch, Enya quietly slipped into a small cave in the back mountain to make a fire.

The little buttocks retracted into the innermost part of the cave, and the small bonfire piled up emitted heat, shaking warmly in front of him, and the tongue of fire licked the firewood and burned slowly, and the warmth gradually spread to the whole body with the divergence of flames and thoughts.

Enya held her face in her small hands, and sat in front of the campfire in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

The material life of the Cherrag was not very affluent, but that had changed a lot since the Karalan Trading Group made a name for itself throughout Terra.

Although it was impossible for the temple to casually approve Enya to cram a stove and a large air conditioner into the house, the floor heating and electric blankets that should have been provided were actually very comprehensive, and the dwelling of her holy woman was not at all as simple and simple as others thought, and the residents of Sherag were very receptive to this, and no one said anything.

But Chu Xue still ran out of the warm bedroom in three days, and retracted into this small cave that she didn't know if it was five or six years ago, when she was lazy in the back mountain, to enjoy this rare purity.

Although the god's voice still popped up in her head from time to time, she had a decent relationship with her, and if Enya felt bored talking, the god could occasionally shut up for a while.

Life in Sherag is boring.

At least, the life of the saint is really boring.

In addition, the way the Karaan Holy Sect chooses the saint is too casual.

About eleven or twelve years old, or seven or eight years old, a bunch of young girls will be gathered in a large ice hall called the Chosen Shrine, one by one with their heads tilted, waiting for the first drop of snow to fall on their foreheads every day, and then take the trial bell from the hand of the divine attendant, and go along the heavenly road to the sacred residence on the mountain, until the trial bell is hung on the shelf.

It takes three steps and a jaw to walk the road to the sky, and a bell to ring the bell in five steps, and it will be over if it is broken, and walking the road to the sky is basically equivalent to death, and there are countless traps on the snowy mountain.

The reason why the saint was chosen by this method is because the girl who successfully hangs the trial bell has good luck and good physique to be able to live for several days without eating or drinking on the snowy mountain, and will not be buried by the snow.

That experience is still fresh in Enya's memory to this day.

If it weren't for the violent death of her parents and the fall of the family, the political legacy of the Shivaesh family, who was once one of the giants of the Sherag Tri-Clan Council, would have been divided and swallowed up by the other families, and the only remaining brothers and sisters in the family line would have been forced to the point of being unhappy by various pressures from the outside world, plus her brother

Enya doesn't like to be a saint. 35xs

Although the Holy Maiden is the supreme head of a religion, she also enjoys a series of privileges and the right to meet the heads of state. Even her brother, Silver Ash, the titular supreme controller of Sherag, had to clasp his palms together when he saw her.

But she didn't like it.

If she hadn't become a saint, she might have stayed in the old house of the Shivaesh family, fiddling with her favorite fabrics, sipping on fragrant tea, and reading a book for the afternoon. However, his brother made that decision, she compromised, and the two broke up from then on.

Even blood relatives can't make up for her disappointment in him.

Unconsciously, Enya fell into deep memories again.

No smile on his face.

Click.

Enya suddenly reacted from her deep thought.

When I looked closely, I saw an ice chisel embedded in the edge of the cave at some point, and a rope was tied to the back end.

Enya, who is extremely experienced in fighting wits and courage with the elders of Manshu, did not panic at all, first stood up from the ground, raised her head slightly upward, looked straight ahead with her head down, as if she was looking at the wind and snow in the distance, the heavy fur fabric on her body swayed in the firelight and cold wind, and a pair of white plush ears that belonged to the Feilin clan were erected high.

The depths of the pupils shone brightly.

This is one of the skills that Enya has honed over the years of experience as a god stick.

Perform.

Let's not care who is justified now, since my painting style realm is one level higher than yours, then you will definitely not be able to say me for a while.

The word painting style in this sentence is also applicable if it is replaced by appearance.

Sting, stinging, stinging.

Enya, who was playing the role of the saint in the cold winter in the north wind, glanced over with her afterglow, and as the continuous sound of metal friction intensified, a film girl wearing the same Karaan saint suddenly emerged from under the bottom, and was investigating in the direction of the cave.

Seeing this girl, Enya's afterglow suddenly froze in place, and after acting for a long time, her melancholy temperament collapsed, and the whole person sat down again, and shrank into the depths of the cave.

"Phew, it turned out to be Lulu, I thought it was the old immortals from the Manshu Academy, it scared me to death, I thought I had to be arrested again to continue studying the classics, I really couldn't hold it back for the past two days" Seeing that it was Lulu, Enya suddenly relaxed, and while shrinking into the depths of the cave to roast the fire, she also beckoned to Enshia and motioned for her to sit down.

"Sure enough, Holy Maiden."

The girl in front of her, dressed in a white blanket and wearing the same Karaan ornament as Enya, and was called Lulu, was Enya's close servant, and she was the person who served the saint in the Karan Temple.

"You're really not afraid of the cold, it's good."

Enya shrank by the fire, pulling a long voice like a coquettish.

When she is not in the posture of a saint, she is no different from most girls in their early twenties, and in private she is even lazier because of the characteristics of the Snow Realm Film.

As she spoke, Enya spread her hands in Lulu's direction, looking unhappy to hug her.

Lulu was serious, without the slightest intention of approaching to keep warm, just standing at the mouth of the cave, blocking the north wind blowing towards the cave, and her voice was slow.

"Holy Maiden, there's news over there."

Enya's expression also froze.

Naturally, the Karaan trade is being referred to over there.

Now Shivaesh controls almost all aspects of Sherag, whether it is economy, politics, science and technology, religion, all controlled by the Shivaesh family, and the other two families in the three-clan parliament have also been suppressed in just a few years.

It was precisely on this basis that Silver Ash was able to become the titular supreme governor of Sherag at the age of twenty.

It's just that, due to that decision many years ago, although the Shivaesh family has both politics and religion in hand, Silver Ash and Hatsuyuki have not been able to restore normal relations so far.

"Victoria's infected crisis is really bad, but Lord Silver Gray is fine, and"

"yes, I see."

Enya's expression darkened slightly, and she reached out to interrupt Lulu's speech.

Knowing that he is still alive, that is enough.

"In addition, there are also two calamity-level powerhouses in this time." Lulu put her hands in front of her waist and abdomen, bowed her head and whispered.

"Calamity"

Enya sat in the depths of the cave, silently meditating in her heart.

In the world of Terra, this word is both ominous and synonymous with a strong man who transcends the limits of ordinary people's imagination.

Second only to the gods.

Unconsciously, Enya slowly straightened her back.

Although she herself didn't notice it, her habits for many years had already been unconsciously carved into the depths of her bone marrow.

"What about the name?"

Lulu was still standing at the mouth of the cave, her head bowed slightly, her clothes fluttering in the north wind.

"Tallulah, and."

"Mr. Bai."