The northern border of the Protos Empire.

The city of Danderun is located between the northern frontier provinces of the empire and the snowy provinces, nestled in two majestic mountain ranges, on a short plain covered with snow.

The independent town is shrouded in snow and ice most of the season, with shorter hours of sunlight and, like most city-states on the northern border, with longer nights than days.

Due to the abundance of materials in the surrounding area, there are often various pedestrian routes such as scholars, hunters, prospectors, and adventurers from the snowfield province.

Standing in the middle of the town beside a small square, the three-storey building of dark wood and gray stone has a cone-shaped roof, covered with a thick layer of snow-white, as if it had been dressed in a silver-white cloak, and the wooden wind chimes hanging from the eaves swayed in the wind, and occasionally chimes rang dryly.

The best inn you can find in this town, a spacious room on the third floor.

No matter how much snow is blowing outside, the whole space is silent under the soft natural light inside.

Occasionally, there was the sound of pages being turned over next to the round wooden table.

Other than that, the only thing that was more subtle was the sound of Sigrid's breathing in the heavy quilt on the bed.

Her face looked unsuspecting, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

I don't know how long it took for her to finally open her eyes.

Because the winters on the northern border are very cold, most of the interiors in these towns are made of wood or plain tones.

Sigrid soon saw a figure sitting in a chair not far away, holding a book in one hand, as elegant as an old headmaster.

In the faint light, he looked extraordinarily tall, wearing a traditional dark suit, the coat was soft and straight, still so meticulous, and his lowered eyes were deep, with a kind of vicissitudes and enlightenment.

His left hand grasped the spine of the book steadily, and after a long time, he gently flipped the pages with one hand, and the sound became very clear in the wooden room.

The whole world was like between the pages of his book.

He tilted his head slowly.

"Boss Cat went out to buy groceries."

Ranch probably knew that Sigrid's hazy eyes meant that he was hungry, but he hadn't made lunch yet.

Although you can buy lunch directly from the shops in town, the cat boss said that it is unhealthy to buy food outside, and the food he cooks is balanced.

Now that West Germany, who has not recovered from a serious injury, needs to recuperate, the cat boss is no longer so afraid of her and takes care of her.

Even if Sigrid doesn't say it, Boss Cat knows that she's a hundred times tougher than she seems.

The wounds on her body are not completely healed, but are repeatedly offset between regeneration and fracture, and she has to endure unimaginable pain all the time, and she can not change her face like this, which ordinary humans can't do.

"Alas, I don't have the strength, I feel like my body has become so heavy, and I can't move because of the quilt."

Sigrid said in a soft tone as she nestled in the warm quilt.

The last time she fell asleep, it was pitch dark, and now it's daylight.

She would now be in a coma for ten hours a day because of the cold weather, and when she fell asleep, she would be unconscious and not alert at all.

Every day, in order to give her a rest, the Holy Son and the little black cat will try to find a town to stop.

You don't notice it when you're on the street, but when you look out the window from a house like this, you feel that the snowflakes are scattering.

It is believed that these wool-like snowflakes will soon smear the town white.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep, boss cat will cook and I'll wake you up."

This weather is not suitable for travel.

During the months of the end and beginning of the northern part of the empire, far more northern residents died from the weather than from bandits and monsters.

"Hmm."

Sigrid reclined into the quilt and muttered softly with her face half-covered.

The Son's already gentle voice was more like a lullaby at this time.

She closed her eyes, but didn't seem to fall asleep immediately.

"Holy Son, can you use that big bang again?"

Sigrid knew that the little black cat was timid, so she didn't ask in front of the little black cat.

The farther you go, the closer you should be to the blockade of the Extinction Branch.

Even trying to reach the Snowfield Province is full of difficulties, not to mention the Box Mountain Province and breaking through the northern blockade.

But on the best side, this guy is the governor of the Snowfields Province, and the Bishop of Silence probably never dreamed that the true identity of the Decepticon would be the governor of the Snowfields Province.

As long as you get to the snowfield province, it is more or less Lanchi's home turf.

"There are still more than twenty days to recover."

Ranch didn't mind taking out the orange epic and showing Sigrid the [Nuclear Fusion Wolf] that was still recovering.

[Fusion Wolf] is now in an unusable state, and every time it uses self-detonation, it will be in self-healing for a month after it is blown up.

And the unbound encapsulated purple rare cards that it blew up were all gone.

Even if he could use it again, he probably wouldn't have the raw material comparable to Uranium-235 like the [Abyss Black Worm], and he didn't have much of the rest of the fuel on hand.

"Then can you win the Sixth Order now?"

In the past, Sigrid felt that with herself, the combat power of the Holy Son didn't matter to the fourth, fifth and sixth orders, but now that her Holy Son has become the pillar, she finally feels that the difference between the fourth, fifth and sixth orders is quite big.

"I have a way to handle it at the fifth order, but I can't beat it at the sixth order."

If there was that West Germany, which was comparable to the fifth order, the two of them would be able to win a sixth-order with ordinary points together.

But if it's a top-level sixth-order like the Saint Maiden of Destruction and the Holy Son of Silence, the front can't be fought at all.

Although the [Nuclear Fusion Wolf] is strong, the cooldown of the self-explosion is indeed too long.

[Great Love Poet] is not at hand, and now it feels as if there is no difference between her and her, and she is not there, it is really much cleaner.

It can only be said that the genuine Talia is just like that, and the pirated version made based on it is even more useless.

In the future, if it seems that it is not bad to use the Great Love Poet as fuel for the fusion wolf, then she can also be quiet for a month, killing two birds with one stone.

But if she does that, maybe she won't listen to her anymore.

"If the Son of Silence finds us, how will you fight?"

Sigrid knew how strong the Celestial Maiden was, and the Son of Silence who could defeat her was even stronger.

"Then I can only ask God."

Ranch sighed and closed the book in his hand.

For a moment, Sigrid couldn't figure out what Ranch meant by "please God."

But she could probably sense that he didn't need the consent of the god he was asked to.

"Then I'll see who you can invite out then."

Her Holy Son is in this kind of mentality, she didn't panic when facing the Bishop of Silence and the black-robed man, and now that the Holy Son of Silence is besieged by thousands of people, he will not move.

Although it was a bit uncertain to follow him, she unexpectedly felt that it was not bad.

It's all a plus for him.

(End of chapter)