The warm, cozy little bed was covered with blankets and animal skins, and Caroline was lying on top of Rhodes with a comfortable face. It's been a long time since they've been on a skin-to-skin relationship. Since the wedding, everything has become busy. Blackhammer has a lot to do, and Heidelberg has a lot to do. As the leaders of both places, Rhodes and Caroline also have their own things to do. Gathering less and leaving more, it is rare to have such an intimate moment.

Sometimes, Caroline even begins to miss the days when she hunted vampires, when it was busier and more dangerous than it is now, but she and Rhodes were together every day. And now, it always seems that there is not enough time.

"Hi dear, have you ever wondered if it's time for us to have a baby?"

Caroline sat up suddenly, her long hair brushing Rod's cheek with a hint of love in her eyes.

Rod, on the other hand, looked sleepy.

"I've been trying, but the heavens don't seem to be on our side. ”

Playing with Caroline's long hair, Rod returned with a faint smile.

"Really, I don't think you're working hard enough? You've been in Blackhammer for the past few months, and you've been very attentive to the affairs of the town every day, but you rarely come to me. It's as if Blackhammer is your son. Say, do you have a lover in private?"

Caroline muttered. A pair of blue eyes stared at Rhodes, as if trying to find the answer in this face.

And Rod just hugged her to his chest, "Don't you know if there is a lover?" he said deliberately evilly.

"I should have put some eyeliner next to you. ”

Caroline teased. Rod turned her over and pressed her against the blanket.

"Then you can try. ”

At night, the cold wind outside the house is still there, and the inside of the house is warm like spring again.

After a struggle, Rhodes lay panting on his mattress, drowsy. I don't know if it's his own delusion or the real situation, Rod feels that Caroline's body temperature is getting lower and lower, her hands and feet are cold, and now even her chest and cheeks are slowly becoming cold. It seems to be a subtle change. Thinking about Caroline's performance in the battle that slaughtered the Norscar coalition, Rhodes felt that his wife might have unknowingly changed something. Something that she didn't even know about herself.

According to the characteristics of the frost spell, the deeper the study of the frost spell system and the stronger the magic power, her emotions will become colder and colder, and her body will become colder and colder. Caroline's emotions did not become cold, but her body was getting colder and colder, which made Rhodes feel that something was wrong. Coupled with her performance in the battle, Rhodes was roughly sure that his wife's mana had deepened again, and perhaps she had advanced. The third-order mage may be a thing of the past, but Caroline herself doesn't know it.

Looking at Caroline, who was sleeping like a baby, Rhodes didn't want to wake her up again. Just let her sleep well like this, sometimes it's easy to get upset when she knows too much about it.

......

"So, these beastmen come to the village every year to plunder and kill before they return?"

Valin Valley, the fringe of the lordship of Berto. There are complex terrains and rushing rivers. Two weeks ago, Tallinnham had been tasked with traveling to the area to help the local farmers defeat the beastmen's infestation. This was a common occurrence, and since his return to Bretonnia with Berto, the old lord had given him more and more things, helping farmers harvest grain, cleaning up pests, giving simple treatments to civilians in the realm, and helping the militia disperse bandits and beastmen......

There were all sorts of things, and sometimes things were more than a squire should have done, but that's what Berto demanded. Moreover, there is no room for resistance. Of course, Tallinnam was happy to do this, he was originally a commoner, and he was very aware of the suffering of the people at the bottom. When given the opportunity to help them, Tallinnham was naturally more than happy.

"Not just once a year, sometimes several times a year. And if an effective counteroffensive is not organized, these beasts simply do not go back. They occupy our farms and granaries and raid passing caravans. Every year. "By the way, one year, Lord Duke organized a large-scale sweep of the beastmen, and it was true that there were fewer beastmen that year, but after two years, when the kingdom's troops withdrew, they returned." In short, there is no end to killing. ”

Kane sighed. From his tone, Tallinnham knew that the militia had long since hoped to end the Beastmen scourge once and for all. It's just that a year can be counted as a year.

As they talked, several beastmen with small horns on their heads and puscess-covered bodies appeared in view. They were chasing a wild boar, not with a bow or a shotgun, but with brute force. After knocking down the wild boar, stun the wild boar directly with your hands, and then tear open the throat of the wild boar with your bare hands with your claws...... The bloody images made the militia feel a wave of fear. However, Tallinnham seized such an opportunity.

"They're eating, they're defenseless, and that's the best chance to attack. Kane, let everyone follow me, flank you!"

Tallinnham said, quietly getting up. He drew his longbow from his back and trotted as he aimed at the beastmen who were feeding in the fields. It wasn't the first time he'd faced such a monster, and even before following Berto, Tallinnham had seen many similar creatures. Moreover, in the north, the Beastmen were much larger and more bloodthirsty.

The first arrow quickly shot through Tallinnam's finger. The arrow flew low, through the swaying wheat stalks, and struck a beastman in the head. The red-skinned hornless beast suddenly fell on its back to the sky, whimpering for its life. Several other hornless beasts noticed the danger and immediately howled and roared to warn their companions. The lead hornless attempted to blow its horn to tell the horns that there were humans here. But Tallinnam's arrows soon came at him again.

This arrow was more accurate, and it pierced the throat of the trumpeter. So that he couldn't even make a sound. The beastman trumpeter clutched his throat, and blood poured out of the broken throat, and in less than a few moments, the blood solidified into a lump and filled the entire throat......

The hornless beasts screamed back. Tallinnam, on the other hand, walked lightly, put away his longbow, and held his shield in one hand and his sword in the other. Rushed towards a dozen beastmen. Behind him, there was a large but trembling Warin militia group.

The hornless beast that rushed to the front was cut by Tallinnam's sword, and when the second hornless beast rushed over, Tallinnham bent down to dodge the attack, and at the same time slammed the beastman's feet with his iris shield, and as the beastman screamed, the sword of the attendant stabbed from below, and a sword pierced the beastman's jaw, and the tip of the sword pierced through the back of the head. Blood spilled down, and Tallinnham grimaced his opponent and pulled his bloody sword out of the beastman's head. Chop to the next.

When the militia saw such a scene, they immediately became demoralized. They carried out the pre-battle arrangement of Tallinnam, encircling the beastmen on both sides, and surrounded the beastmen in the middle. Spears stabbed from all sides, encircling and annihilating a dozen hornless beasts in the field.

Ten minutes later, only a bloody corpse remained in the wheat field. Five militia members were wounded, two died on the spot. Tallinnam crouched down beside one of the seriously wounded militiamen, temporarily tied up the wound with a sackcloth to stop the bleeding, and took out a vial of powdered medicine and sprinkled it on the wounded part of the soldier.

It was a laceration, and the beastman's claws slit his thigh, bleeding profusely. From the beginning of the war to the present, I don't know how much blood has flowed. Tallinnham knew that he might not survive, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would be rescued.

When the hemostatic powder was sprinkled, the militia let out heart-rending screams, and the others held him down to prevent him from struggling.

"Hold on, brother, and we'll take you back for treatment. ”

Tallinnham said, letting two sturdy militia companions carry the badly wounded soldier towards Windmill Town. There are professional doctors there who may be able to save his life. Tarynham himself simply smeared the powder to stop the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder, then withdrew his sword and shouted to the rest of the militia -

"Now, let's go pack up the horned beasts. ”