"You have to behave elegantly and politely; Sincerely flatter others, disarm him, and then get the information.

When the time comes, attack him and put him to death! ”

- LeBlanc "Chronicle of the Black Rose Sacrifice"

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The houseboat was filled with the pure aroma of barbecue and unknown milk, mixed with the heat of charcoal, the fire pit unleashed its own temperature, and the hall of the longhouse was full of the faint aroma of wine, all of which came together to make people a little drowsy.

A few sparkling snowflake petals slowly drifted in from the thin window edges, and were quickly melted by the temperature in the room, and the torches on the pillars of the longhouse left a long shadow on the ground, Aslan smiled and walked over to Udir and sat down.

"Let's warm up first?"

Udil pointed to the other end of the longhouse, and then to the flask in front of him, and it was clear what Aslan looked at him, only to see Zaya come out of Sejuani's room and bow to him.

"War Mother..."Aslan's words didn't come out, but he had already roughly thought of the reason why Sejuani hadn't gotten up yet, and in the face of Udir's teasing gaze, he thought about it, then walked over and took the beast leg in his hand, took his wine jug, and then took the milk jug in her hand when he walked up to Zaya, and naturally walked towards Sejuani's room.

Looking at Aslan's smooth movements, Udil's movements were stunned, and he looked at Zaya, "Does he regard this place as his own home?!" ”

"I think so, shaman, he's the blood alliance of the War Mother."

Zaya glanced at Udir and watched Aslan walk into Sejuani's room, and she didn't stop her.

The room was dark, the fire had already been lit by Zaya, Aslan went over and added a little firewood to keep the temperature in the room in a proper place, he put the copper milk pot next to the fire and simmered for a while, then poured out the charan inside, and sat down next to Sejuani's bed.

Apparently, Sejuani didn't seem to have recovered from last night's experience, still holding her palms against her lower abdomen, hunching her back, leaving Aslan with a rather curved back.

"Didn't I say it, I don't have much appetite today."

Thinking that it was Zaya who came in, Sejuani's tone became cold and hard.

"It's me, Aslan."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Aslan's palms slowly rub against Sejuani's waist and hip line, which can bring a sense of relief to the lower back and hips and hips, which can effectively relieve abdominal pain and produce some excessive comfort.

Sejuani paused, she pressed Aslan's hand, and sat up wrapped in a blanket.

She wanted to say something, but when she saw Chalan handing it to her in front of her, she pursed her lips and held it in her hand, "Why are you here?" ”

To be honest, with Freeljord's strange aesthetic, Sejuani also felt that Aslan was a very attractive man, although he was not strong, but he had a bearing in him that she had only felt in the shaman known as "Merlan the All-Knowing".

This is the instinctive intuition she has cultivated countless times between life and death struggles.

At the same time, Aslan also has secrets on him, there is no doubt about this, otherwise there would not be a high-level war sacrifice following him.

You know, there are only a few sacrifices in the entire Freljord platoon.

Looking at Aslan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at herself, Sejuani subconsciously poured a mouthful of Charan, the temperature was just right, she just wanted to say something but saw the other party hand over the handkerchief again, with a gentle smile on her face, and the curvature of the corners of her lips made Sejuani feel like he was taking care of a child.

"I don't like the stuff of southerners." Looking at the patterned handkerchief in Aslan's hand, Sejuani pursed her lips and said.

"No, this is my parting gift to you, it has my name on it, you gave me the treasure of the claws of winter, and I will naturally return the gift."

Aslan finished and placed his handkerchief on the edge of the bed.

"You're leaving?" Sejuani felt something, she looked at Aslan, and suddenly felt that the charan in her hand was not so fragrant, she found that her heart was beating faster and became extremely rapid, she thought about it, and tried to say: "So fast? ”

Sejuani looked at Aslan, and Aslan also looked at her, and they came a little quickly, and the two were relatively silent.

"According to our agreement, no, as an obligation of your blood oath, I should settle the matter agreed between us in the shortest possible time, and every day of delay will be a greater challenge for the warriors of Winterclaw."

"Didn't you say you wanted troll blood? And the dragon, and the blood of the Frost Serpent, and ......"

Facing the parting, Sejuani found that she was not as calm as she imagined, she looked at Aslan, "Tell me where these things are, even if I don't know, Udir must know where they are, I will take all the warriors of Winter's Claw to grab them!" ”

Sejuani's honesty stunned Aslan.

It is worthy of the claws of winter, upright and pure!

"The matter of promotion requires a process, there is no need to worry about this, now that I have all the materials in my hands, there is no need to worry about this."

Trandel's death gave Aslan the blood of a troll, Lisandro's black ice, and the rest of the Frost Serpent didn't know where it was, but the dragon was not hard to find, and Udir knew where it was.

Sejuani stopped talking, she didn't know what reason she should find to keep Aslan, she wanted to keep it, but she felt that doing so would expose her weakness.

He leaned against the back of the wooden bed, and watched in amazement at Aslan's beautiful face as she used a dagger to cut her legs.

"How many more nights?"

Sejuani took advantage of Aslan's carelessness to stuff his hand towel under her own animal skin blanket and hide it, and when she said this, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then she sat up straight to explain, but unexpectedly, the movement was too large and the quilt she was covering fell, and her plump chest almost burst out.

Aslan looked at her, completely unconcerned about Sejuani's embarrassment, he placed the cut meat on a large wooden plate, handed her the dagger, and poured her another bowl of Charan, "This is my first time serving someone, come and taste my cutting skills, it may have been baked for you by Udir early in the morning, and it tastes delicious." ”

"I'm ......!"

Sejuani said one word, she was a little embarrassed, but she felt that she and Aslan had become a blood oath, so she simply ignored nothing, and then took the wooden plate, stuck a dagger into the flesh of the wooden plate, and bit it hard.

After a while, she stared at Aslan: "No matter where you are, you are my blood oath, and I will only admit your blood oath, the people of Frelzhud dare to love and hate, and their character is never cowardly, but if you betray me... I'll hunt you down, no matter where you go. ”

Sejuani's face was grim as she spoke, and she said what was in her heart.

"How so, we are blood oaths and partners, and every word I say to you is an oath under the watchful eye of the gods of Freljord, and this can never be changed."

Aslan raised his hand and swore.

"It's for the best." Munching on the meat on the wooden plate, Sejuani thought for a moment and asked, "Are you really in a hurry to leave?" ”

"Yes, I'm going to get food for you."

Aslan couldn't laugh or cry.