In the snowy frozen forest, the young man and Finks quarreled for the twenty-first time.

"Trust me one more time, it's going to be right here." The young man shivered in the cold wind, hugged his arms and pointed in a random direction.

"Trust you? Do you still have the face to say believe in you? Finks snorted and glared at him in disgust, "If it weren't for you idiot who doesn't know the way to lead the team, how would we have been wandering around this jungle all day?" ”

The young man knew that he was wrong, and tried to get away with it.

Finks continued to yell unrelentingly, "Just because of you idiot, we haven't even eaten until now, and we've been blowing the cold wind for nothing. You're not as useful as a dog! ”

The more she talked, the more angry she became, and suddenly took advantage of the young man's unpreparedness, kicked him on all fours, and then grabbed a large ball of snow and stuffed it into his neck!

"Murder!" The young man screamed, and pinched Finks with his backhand.

Finks was afraid of itching, and this pinch was like turning on a switch, rolling on the ground with laughter, "Giggles, shameless!" Giggle, let go of me! ”

The young man didn't give up, grabbed a snowball and stuffed it into her neckline, "Freeze to death you little madman!" ”

"Don't!" Under the cold stimulation of the snowballs, Finks's potential exploded, and he broke free from the young man and grabbed two snowballs and hit the young man

The young man picked up a snowball and counterattacked, but when it came to long-range attacks, he could be Finks' opponent. I saw her flicker and move like a fish, find the gap and paste more snowballs on the young man's face.

Another bloody battle is inevitable. Lydia hurriedly dragged them, but her feet slipped, and she fell headlong into the snowdrift and couldn't move. Fortunately, he didn't laugh and dragged her out, so that she wouldn't freeze into a popsicle.

Lydia shook the snow off her head, "Your Highness, are you sure you won't persuade your two great generals?" ”

The face that didn't smile was slightly disdainful, "That's good." ”

"But we don't know the ......"

"I know." He doesn't smile and looks relaxed.

Lydia almost vomited blood and died, "Do you know the road?" Then why do you let a road idiot lead us back and forth? Are you trying to help me lose weight? ”

"It's to confuse the pursuers."

I just hated that his legs and feet hadn't fully recovered, otherwise Lydia would have kicked him into the snowdrift. Looking back, the two children were already tired and panting, lying in the snow sweating.

"Finished fighting?" didn't laugh at the understatement, but the two of them trembled for a while. Fortunately, a gust of cold wind hit, and the two hurriedly shivered and told Lydia that the weather was so cold.

Bu smiled and looked at the clouds in the distance, "Let's go, puppet village." ”

"Puppet Village?" The name was so awkward that Lydia couldn't help but read it a few times with curiosity.

"The name Puppet Village has a story." Sensing the princess's curiosity, the young man immediately posted it to explain, "It is said that when the Ice Wolf King first came here to expand his territory, this place was called 'Manro Village', and the mountain was full of 'Manro Grass' that could make 'Love Potion'. ”

Lydia, who had been fond of gossip in her previous life, immediately became interested and urged the young man to continue.

"Just listen to the name, the 'love potion' is the potion that can make the other person fall in love with you." The young man shook his head and said, "There is a pharmacist who secretly used this potion for the Ice Wolf King, and once became the favorite concubine of the Ice Wolf King. ”

With this familiar recipe and familiar taste, Lydia immediately remembered the black condensation snow that was now seducing the Ice Wolf King.

"But the Queen Feather Spirit is not an ordinary person, she is an extraordinary soul magician. She set up a great soul circle to crack the drug, and captured the apothecary and tortured it for seven days and seven nights, finally breaking limbs to make marionettes and hanging them in the castle as a warning. The manro grass in this village was also destroyed and renamed Puppet Village. ”

Lydia listened with relish, and the journey seemed to be much shorter. It didn't take long for the village to look like it in the distance.

Lydia has seen a lot of villages in this world, large and small. Some are rich and some are poor, some live in caves and some live in tree forks. In the middle of any village should be a well and a bazaar, where villagers sit around and chat or exchange necessities.

But in the center of the village is a towering chimney.

The boiling boiler was spewing steam, and young and old were busy among the roaring machines. Each family set up a shanty next to their assigned machine, and took turns working on the machine like a windmill.

A big man with cyan lightning tattooed on his bald head was tapping on the iron plate and urging loudly: "Speed up for me!" Lord Maroch came at noon! ”

It sounded like some big man was coming over to make a round, and the busy villagers were moving more quickly, and the machines seemed to be running faster.

The bald head looked around with satisfaction, and continued to beat the iron plate: "I tried my best to mediate for you, so I reduced my 'dedication' by one percent." Don't you know how to be grateful? ”

"Thank you, Lord Marloch......" the villagers responded in unison.

While the bald man was self-absorbed, an old man with a white beard jumped out of the shadows with a parchment book, "You guys are lazy again!" I've written it all down! ”

"What kind of black account are you keeping with this shitty thing?" The bald head scolded.

"Masani, don't know what to do!" The old man raised the parchment book in his hand and cocked his chin defiantly.

The bald red-necked glared but had no choice but to turn around and swing into the spacious wooden house next to the boiler, slamming the door hard to vent his dissatisfaction.

The old man triumphantly led the villagers to continue shouting slogans: "It was Lord Marloch who gave you the job!" ”

"Thank you, Lord Marlochi......" the villagers replied feebly.

"It was Lord Maroch who gave you something to eat!"

"Thank you, Lord Marloch......"

"It's Lord Maroch...... Stop, who are you? As soon as the old man turned his head, he saw four strangers walking slowly with the chocobo.

"Thank you, Lord Marloch......" The villagers seemed to have been mechanically assimilated, and continued to respond indifferently.

Not smiling and too lazy to speak, Lydia was still judging the situation, and the young man and Finks took a step forward: "What are you doing?" "Who's Malloch?"

Two people spoke at the same time, and two questions were slammed at the old man at the same time.

One mouth could not say two words at the same time, and the old man was stopped at that time. Before he could figure out how to answer, he watched the two of them fight: "I'll ask first." "I'll say it first!" "You're short, you say it first." "Your fart stinks, you say it first!"

Having seen the posture of the two fighting, Lydia knew that she couldn't persuade them, so she stepped forward and gave a wandering warrior etiquette first, "Ahsan, which adult is coming to inspect?" ”

The old man was having a headache about how to deal with these two madmen, when he suddenly heard a normal person, and he was overjoyed: "That's right, that's the 'boss' of our village, known as the 'Silver Knife Thunder King', the overlord of the Frozen Forest, and the brother of the sheriff: Lord Maroch!" ”

Lydia raised half of her eyebrows, "What a name." ”

The old man looked up and smiled: "Lord Maroch has captured many traversers and used their technology to build factories in this village, so that we can live a good life - long live Lord Maroch!" ”

"Thank you, Lord Marlochi......" the villagers reflexively shouted.

"Remember, the entire Frozen Forest is Lord Malloch's territory, and only by doing what is told can you survive here." As soon as the village chief was halfway through his speech, some villagers had already begun to chant: "Thank you, Lord Marloch......

The voice of gratitude mingled with the roar of the machinery so harsh that Lydia couldn't help but rub her head, "Okay, then let's go first, so we won't disturb you." ”

Seeing that Lydia turned her head to leave, the old man hurriedly stopped her way: "Wait, you haven't paid the 'dedication' yet!" ”

"What do you mean by 'dedication'?"

"Money, products, food, anything."

Lydia let out a sigh, "I thought Maroch was just an unscrupulous capitalist, but I didn't expect to be a bandit. ”

The old man's expression froze instantly!

"You! How dare you talk like that? The old man's eyes widened as if he wanted to eat people, "How dare you slander the great Lord Maroch!" ”

The villagers subconsciously agreed: "Thank you, Lord Marloch......"

The old man almost jumped up in anger, "You wait for me!" You're going to be 'broken into several pieces' by Lord Maroch! ”

That's a funny statement. Lydia couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, "I guess you mean to say 'broken corpses'?" ”

The old man was scolding and writing and drawing in the parchment book, when suddenly there was a clamor of cavalry outside the village. In the distance, a large group of men and horses were galloping towards a green-edged battle flag.