I had just entered the autumn Eton Territory, and I was intoxicated by the busyness.

The grass and trees begin to bloom at the end of the year, the farmers begin to prepare to store food for the coming winter, the caravan guards take their shoes and socks from their mothers or wives, and spend the winter on the trade routes of the dwarven realms, returning at the beginning of summer.

The liveliest place is at the foot of the Alps.

Many wolves were enclosed in fences by werewolves, and their innocent eyes were opened and their owners were whining.

A blindfolded team of mules and horses, frightened by the Terran guards' whips, pulled or carried the weapons of the sub-humans.

The Eaton family and the northern Bloodrock tribes trade in weapons only once a year.

There are 300 pieces at a time, and occasionally some privately commissioned helmets and wristbands are included.

Three hundred pieces is the limit that the Eton family can get back from the dwarf realm.

Some sub-human tribes have too much strength, such as the Minotaurs, who use heavy weapons; Tribes such as the Fox People and Cat People are small but extremely nimble, and the weapons they use are small and delicate assassination types, and they also take into account their racial characteristics, which is a challenge even for dwarves who are good at forging.

Therefore, when the leader of the werewolf clan, Cage, who acts as the counterpart of both sides, leads the wolf team to receive weapons on the other side of the Alps, it takes a lot of time to check.

That's when Chris returned to the territory.

His father, Kafka, felt that there was no need to let his children fight hard after successfully winning the protection of the snake people, so he asked the caravan leader Sien to leave a message at the border of the dwarven kingdom to let him return to the family.

It is also specifically claimed that there is no need to hunt manticores.

Kafka, who was well aware of the trials left by Avril, had already entrusted the snake people to help get the manticore's tail pin, so that Chris could return to follow the subhuman tribe into the Forest of Death and hunt an ice bone lizard with dark red horns.

Chris has no opinion on this.

After all, my father's love for him is not much less than that of my mother, and there is no need to say that this is my mother's will to stay.

The most important thing is that he is in a very relaxed mood when he goes home this time.

The shackles on his shoulders, the mission of not being able to protect the family from being a strong man, were untied by the wisdom of his father Kafka, which gave him a long time to chase the path of the strong, and could temporarily unload the anxiety of the tangled tarsal mayflies.

The most important thing in the world is home.

It is the responsibility of life to be the shelter of the strong, and companionship is the beauty of the years, isn't it?

With such thoughts, he came back after two years, and he enjoyed the quiet years of home life very comfortably.

Soon, however, as the werewolf team was about to return home, he began to prepare to set off again.

Kafka's preparation, to be precise.

Kafka specifically told the tailor to make a new outfit for Chris.

Cloaks, clothes, bracers, boots, and all other exposed objects have the family coat of arms......

Kafka seems to want him to be able to show the sub-humans everywhere that this is the Eton family, and he can't let him miss anything.

Chris felt a little awkward, but he didn't refuse his father's kindness.

Ever since Kafka was seen scarred one morning practicing martial arts shirtless, his father had overreacted.

Alas, pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Fortunately, the family coat of arms is not very ugly.

That's all Chris can do to comfort himself.

And I also plan to see if there is a chance to hunt another snow fox on the upcoming journey.

Grandpa Henry Sr. already had a snow fox fur for his father.

He went to his family's blacksmith's workshop and asked for two small crossbows for scouts. When he walked out of the workshop full of smoke and the smell of sweat, he didn't know what to do for a while.

The werewolf team will not leave until the day after tomorrow!

Well, let's go to my mother's mausoleum.

I haven't been there for two years, and I wonder if the weeds are growing lush again...

After a long time, he lowered his head and walked in the direction of the cliff.

"Wow, what a beautiful little bow and arrow..."

A figure came up to him, staring at the small crossbow in his hand with glistening eyes.

Such an ethereal and beautiful voice, Chris had only heard in Edin City, Amelia and her sister from the elven race.

But the person who came was not an elf, but a silver-haired werewolf girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a scent and vitality of the snowfield.

Next to the girl was a tall male werewolf, in his early forties, with two fangs and a chin almost at the same level.

Chris knew who the distinctly subhuman man was.

Cage Adrian, leader of the werewolf clan.

But I don't know why he didn't stay on the other side of the Alps, but instead entered the blacksmith's workshop in Eton's territory.

"Hello, strong Chief Cage."

Chris greeted with a northern etiquette, and as a member of the Eton family, he must learn to deal with the sub-human tribe.

"Hello, Terran boy!"

Cage was also very polite, and when he saw the coat of arms on the chest of the young man's clothes, he was surprised, "Hey, you're an Eton?" ”

"Pretty Terran boy, can you give me your little bow and arrow?"

Before Chris could answer, the wolf girl rushed to speak, but the name quoted was a little wrong, after all, she was a little younger. But she didn't seem to realize this, and instead pulled a small bell from her braid, "I'll exchange this for you, and I won't take yours for nothing!" ”

The small bells are made from the horns of a small beast, with traces of hand-polishing and the precipitation of time.

"Uh..."

Chris had a black line on his face.

Although his hair is as long as a shawl, he is not a girl, what do you need a bell for...

"Alexia, don't mess around!"

It was Cage who broke the siege, and he stopped his sister's rudeness, "I'm sorry, Eton. This is my sister, and the people of the Northern Blood Rock are used to going straight to the point. ”

Isn't it your daughter?

Chris asked in his heart, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask, but said, "Your sister is beautiful, Chief Cage." I'm Chris, the one who followed your team into the Northern Blood Rock the day after tomorrow, my father should have mentioned it, right? ”

"Haha, you're Chris!"

Cage politely greeted, "Welcome to the Northern Blood Rocks. ”

"Thank you."

Chris nodded, kind of goodbye.

He could tell from Cage's words that the other party didn't want to talk more.

Maybe this is a blacksmith's workshop, and the werewolf leader is more interested in weapons.

After about a dozen steps, there was an extra person beside him.

It's Alexia.

The girl looked at him with a sweet smile, and her eyes were still on his waist from time to time, where a small crossbow hung there.

He also stopped and looked at the little wolf girl quietly.

"That's... In our northern blood rock, the host is going to take the guests for a walk. Well, I mean, you don't mind being a landlord, do you? ”

Landlord friendship?

I think you're not giving up on the little hand crossbow...

Chris was smart enough to say, "It's okay to give you a little crossbow, but only after I cross the Alps." ”

"Great!"

The little wolf girl cheered.

Immediately realized that he had revealed his original intention, and changed the subject with a somewhat embarrassed grin, "Hey, where are you going to take me for a walk?" ”

"Go pull the weeds."

Well?

Alexia looked puzzled.

Does Eaton entertain guests by pulling weeds?

My brother didn't say it!

It is indeed the weeds that grow around Avril's mausoleum.

"Who's in here?"

"My mother."

"Oh..."

The little wolf girl put away her smile and stopped talking, and there were occasions when she couldn't smile.

Two days passed quickly, and the werewolf team finally began to return.

When he came, the wolf had all kinds of beast skins and specialties on his back, and now he was carrying a weapon.

At the foot of the Alps, there are still a number of Kodo beasts waiting, their heavy bodies unable to cross the high altitude of the frozen ground.

Chris was not in the team, but went hunting.

The wolf doesn't have a lot of weight, and it takes at least five days to travel back and forth to get all the weapons to the back of the Kodomon, which gives Chris plenty of time to find the snow fox.

The little wolf girl is the master who can't be idle for a moment, and her whole body is full of youthful vitality, and she can't stand the boredom of watching the wolves trek back and forth, so she follows Chris.

Although the latter did not invite her to participate in the hunt.

Snow foxes are difficult to catch.

Although Chris had managed to catch two, it took more than a month before and after, but this time he didn't have that much time, so he also felt that Alexia was good to follow.

The subhuman race that grows on the blood rocks in the north seems to be born to be excellent hunters.

Little Wolf Girl is no exception.

After successfully pointing out a few common-sense mistakes made by Chris, the dominance of the hunt fell into her hands.

She seemed to enjoy the feeling of command, and on the first day she had Chris trek hundreds of miles just to catch a few snow rats and a snow hare.

In her explanation, it was a bait that Snow Fox couldn't resist.

But when the latter saw that she had roasted and eaten the little snow rabbit that night, he felt that the small jerky he had brought with him was enough bait. Well, at least a few little snow rats she didn't roast.

As a man, he shouldn't worry about trivial matters with girls.

The next day, the little wolf girl looked a little serious.

Some of the grass roots coated with snow rat excrement were buried in a one-meter-deep snow pit, and a poor little snow rat with a twisted limb had sprinkled a lot of medicinal powder before entering the snow pit.

Well, it was all done by Chris's own hands, and she was on the side.

"Let's go, let's just come over before the sun goes down."

After doing all this, the little wolf girl continued to call the shots, patted the snowflakes and motioned for Chris to return to the camp.

"Huh?"

Chris felt a little unreliable, "Just left?" ”

After all, the powder on the snow rat was from the little wolf girl, and the taste was a little pungent, and he was a little skeptical that the astute snow fox would eat the bait.

He thought it might be better to stay here and wait, at least the little crossbow would make sure the snow fox wouldn't run away.

"Why don't you leave?"

The little wolf girl gave him a roll of her eyes and teased with a smile, "Snow Fox won't invite you to dinner!" Hee-hee! ”

Her smile made Chris feel very kind.

But kindness and hunting have nothing to do with it.

He walked twenty meters away from the trap and began to dig a snow pit, wanting to catch the snow fox by his own means, and did not forget to say to the little wolf girl, "Why don't you go back first, I'll stay here for a while." ”

"Humph! Eaton, you don't believe me! ”

The little wolf girl pouted, complained, and did not leave.

Chris really didn't want her to stay.

Because the little wolf girl didn't dig a snow pit, she just lay next to Chris, and the bodies and heads of the two people were a little close to each other. But the little wolf girl didn't seem to notice this, but kept grinning in a low voice, and kept turning her head to ask this and that in a crisp and nice voice.

Chris could feel the heat coming from her body, as if he could smell the scent from her.

But it doesn't seem to be a fragrance, nor is it a simple sense of smell, but a touch that fills every space in his body. All in all, it was a very mysterious but very real feeling, which made him feel very intoxicated and fascinated.

Damn it!

He was a normal young man.

He even felt a little distracted.

Little girl, didn't your family tell you to keep your distance from men?

Chris was helpless.

There is nothing to do about this innocent and ignorant little wolf girl.

This torment lasted for an hour, and when Chris felt that he could go back to the camp, the little wolf girl suddenly leaned into Chris's ear and whispered, "Look, the snow fox is here..."

The heat in her mouth made the hairs on Chris's face stand on end in an instant.

Snow foxes' eyes are scarlet, and this is the only visual focal point that recognizes them in the vast expanse of snow.

A snow fox that slowly approaches the bait is a good hunter.

It was lying on almost all fours on the snow, moving very slowly, its ears twitching from time to time, determining the direction of its prey in the cold wind. After about ten minutes, the snow fox finally approached the bait more than ten meters, and its limbs suddenly exerted force, rushing out as fast as lightning, jumping high above the bait pit, drawing a beautiful movement track in mid-air, and plunging into the snow pit of nearly one meter to bite the drugged snow mouse.

From stealth to kills, everything is perfect.

Even Chris, who was watching from the sidelines, thought that its one-hit kill was really fantastic.

Yes, that's great!

Half an hour later, it passed out on the snow.

From a predator to a prey, he was carried by a little wolf girl with a full face.

In this way, three days later, Chris had two snow foxes, and the little wolf girl also had a small hand crossbow.

The other one she gave to her brother Cage.

Cage accepted it with great relief, and couldn't help but sigh that he didn't hurt his sister in vain, and then regretted it in less than a minute.

Because the little wolf girl is conditional.