In the snowy fields of the northern continent, known as the Land of Eternal Night, a strange scene is unfolding at midnight.

Here, the long night is usually immersed, with the stars twinkling and the moonlight falling, with only the silvery glow casting shadows on the snow-covered earth.

Suddenly, the edges of the snowflakes flying in the air began to flicker, and countless golden stars descended on the earth.

The light gradually brightens, and they are not cold silvery white, but warm golden yellow.

These points of light gradually spread and spread out, converging into a brilliant sea of light.

The snowfield awoke in the light of gold and silver, was re-lit, and became a dream world where the sun and the moon shine together.

Looking at the struggling Earl of the Bloods in the distance, Ranch made sure that Sigrid had closed her eyes and removed the hand covering her eyes.

He had already considered that he might encounter the Bloods in the Land of Eternal Night, so he had sunglasses ready when he set off, and of course he bought an extra pair of sunglasses on the way.

He pulled the spare sunglasses out of his pocket and crouched down to put them on for Sigrid.

"Sigrid, you can slowly open your eyes."

Ranch reminded her.

“……”

Sigrid opened her eyes when she heard Lanchi's words, even though she felt that it might be glaring later.

The next second.

She only saw it.

The golden yellow and silvery white light are intertwined, and the light reflects on the snowflakes, each of which resembles a small lantern that has been lit.

Surprised, she reached out and touched the snowflakes.

The light gradually spread, and the sky began to take on strange and wonderful changes.

The deep blue of the night sky fades into place, replaced by a gentle orange-yellow hue that resembles the dawn of dawn.

To Sigrid's disbelief, the sun and moon were shining in the sky at the same time in the land of eternal night.

"How?"

Ranch snapped his fingers and spread out his left hand to let her enjoy the snowy scene.

"I can't prepare a birthday present for you, I can only do a magic trick for you on the spot."

Ranch smirked.

“……”

Sigrid's lips and teeth twitched, and she looked around at the illusory world, something she had never seen before.

I haven't even seen it in my dreams.

Each snowflake shone with gold and silver, as if it had been enchanted.

The shadows of the mountains and trees on the snowy field become soft and mysterious under this strange light, and the outlines are clearly outlined with brilliance.

"Thank you, Rocky."

Sigrid muttered.

Ranch nodded.

But the two of them had one more thing to do right now.

"You should be able to beat him now."

Lanch pointed to the Earl of the Blood, who had finally risen on the ground in the distance.

Count Gregory's cloak was gilded with a silvery-white color, and his pale skin became as thin as paper, the color of veins that seemed to shatter at the slightest touch.

The vampire Count during the day, weakened to only a tenth, is now exposed to the sun and suffers unspeakable pain.

Originally, even the fifth-order godheads could torture the warrior-type Count Palokas in the sunlit glass sanctuary.

Now this scout-type Count Gregory should not be Sigrid's opponent.

"Hmm."

Sigrid came back to her senses from the snow, her eyes glazed a little, and she stared at her enemy.

In the daytime, even the Earl of the Blood Clan, she also wins!

Sigrid strode through the snow.

Each step was like a hammer striking at the heart of Count Gregory.

He tried to judge the enemy's position, but at this moment it was as if he had lost his sense of direction.

Then, Sigrid's fist slammed into Count Gregory with furious force, nearly tearing the air apart.

The moment the fist fell, Count Gregory's eyes were still too painful to open, and his combat experience caused him to lean down with all his strength to protect his heart and head.

Boom!

Sigrid's fist slammed into Gregory's midfield, causing a metal crash.

Count Gregory relied on his seventh-order physical fitness to take the punch, but his body was like a boat rocking in a tsunami, staggering forward, and then being hit by her iron fist.

"Ahh

Count Gregory roared in disbelief.

The arrogant wolf clan who believe in the goddess of the moon rarely does things that do not speak of martial virtues.

He didn't expect that this little guy would be a despicable kidney striker!

Just staring at his waist and fighting.

Shamelessly bullying him and now losing sight!

Sigrid's light steps streaked across the snow, and the sound of getting closer and closer was like a dark wave, leaving Count Gregory on guard in the disorientation of not being able to open his eyes.

And in the distance, which he couldn't see at all.

The poet of great love was already standing like a ghost, and the violin in his hand shone coldly.

Ranch has a cat boss here, and there are plenty of card slots, so it's not too difficult to bring some of her favorite low-level instrument equipment cards to the Great Love Poet.

"Let's sing a hymn to the goddess of the moon."

Ranch thought for a moment and instructed the Great Love Poet.

"Then you go to the Demon Realm, and you want to take me to have a good time."

The poet of great love in a red dress stood quietly in the light, his long gray hair falling like a waterfall, closing his eyes and whispering.

She gently rested a well-made violin on her left shoulder, her fingers gently sliding over the neck to find the right place.

"No problem."

Ranch nodded.

Anyway, in the Demon Realm, there is definitely a need for the Great Love Poet.

In addition to learning magic engineering, the poet is also very talented in music, so she can read music scores and learn musical instruments almost at the same time.

However, I don't know why, she seems to look down on musical instruments, and always wants to transform musical instruments into magic guides.

"O Luna God"

The face of the poet of great love reveals a calm and unhurried temperament, and the red lips are lightly opened, and time seems to become slow and elegant in front of her.

"A charming goddess who travels at night"

She gracefully grasped the bow with her right hand and began to pull the strings.

"In Your Name, Reveal Your Heart"

As the notes sounded, the voice of the poet of great love intertwined with the melodious and deep notes of the piano, which permeated the snowy field.

"Birds chirping at midnight, bathed in your grace, enthusiasm will rise to the sky"

"Under the protection of the soft moonlight, we will make your song live for a hundred years"

"Solace, shelter, hope and love, the world we share, rely on prayer to be with you"

Under the influence of the magic voice of the poet of love, Sigrid became extraordinarily excited, and her fists continued to increase, letting out a wild roar that continued to beat Count Grigory to the point of blood splattering his body.

And Count Gregory's anger could not be contained.

"Ahhh

Count Gregory knows that he is at a disadvantage, but he still wants to tear the other party apart!

"Sigrid, I'll teach you a set of boxing techniques, how much you can learn depends on your understanding."

Ranch felt that Count Gregory had already experienced the joy of battle, so he had to respond to the Count more vigorously.

Lanchi stood behind Seagray and commanded, patiently teaching her Lan's boxing techniques.

After a long period of teaching and research, Lanch understood one thing.

The end of the spell is punching.

Normal attacks are really strong.

Sigrid listened to Rankie's verbal teachings as she fought.

"Got it."

For some reason, she just listened to it roughly once, and she felt that she had learned it, not only to understand it, but also to draw inferences.

Sigrid dashed sideways through Count Gregory's claws and punched his knuckles into Count Gregory's neck!

"I've thought you'd been noisy for a long time."

Sigrid shook her wrist expressionlessly.

(End of chapter)