Half a month later, light snow began to fall.

On the post road in the southern part of the Snowton Empire, a wagon is wrestling with snow slag and ice mud.

From the wheel logo with gold wings on the side of the car, it is clear that the team belongs to the "Flywheel" transport alliance of the Torm Business Federation. The continent's largest transport group has expanded its reach to all corners of the world, and one of its main businesses is to provide carriage hire services for long-distance travelers.

Because the carriage uses gnome gears and shock absorption techniques, it is still moving slowly and smoothly even in such an environment.

In one of the carriages, the handsome half-elves comfortably rested their feet on the wooden frame, their long gray hair tied up in a ponytail that trembled as the carriage went. Leaning on a bundle of heavy off-white leather, he expertly counted the copper coins in the burlap money bag in his hand.

"When we get to Wigan City, we must sell the mirage skin," Illo frowned, "and we can't afford to live in an inn with the rest of the money after paying the fare." ”

"I don't care, I'm in good health, and it's okay to sleep on the street. Next to the half-elf was a particularly hard-looking man, with thick eyebrows and a wide mouth, a dense iron-blue beard, and a long scar on his square face with clear lines.

"I don't care, I like to sleep in trees. The half-elf stretched long and looked at the mage in the carriage with a smirk.

Allegri staggered and gestured his middle finger at them, squeezing the old blanket he was covering. The magician, who was already in poor health, finally caught a cold after exhausting his mana and lying on the cold woodland all night.

"My dear Illo, ask Boss Che for a stove. He pleaded.

"It doesn't cost charcoal to heat the stove, but it doesn't cost money to charcoal?" Illo exclaimed exaggeratedly, taking money from him was more painful than cutting meat.

"Ha Luha, forget it, don't scare him," the former skeleton, now the big man, the self-proclaimed powerful dark warrior Dios, smiled heartily, regaining his body made his mood surprisingly good, "You can make money when it's gone." ”

"I think you're too cold!" said the half-elf disdainfully.

The originally gloomy interior of the carriage became warmer, and the bright yellow flames had this magical power to dispel all darkness and cold.

The three of them sat around a burning brazier, and the thick tarpaulin insulation allowed the heat to accumulate quickly in the carriage. Illo carefully selected smaller charcoal cubes from the nearby charcoal pile and threw them in, and Dios was so hot on the fire that he could not eat the cold roast meat that he could only watch and eat for a long time, his enthusiasm for food slid down his throat to the point of sickness.

Allegri also got up in spirit, snatching the meat skewers in Dios's hand and feasting on them, with a sound in his mouth,

"My dear Illo, your cooking skills are truly amazing. ”

"Really?" Illo gave him a cold look.

"I can't put into words how beautiful you are, if I could, I would really like to live in a sea of barbecue for the rest of my life. You—" Allegri exclaimed in an aria.

"Then give me back my deed of sale. ”

"Let's change the subject...... Look," Allegri said, stroking the back of Dios' hand, "look at the texture, it's exactly like the real thing." ”

"I'm real," Dios snorted, "and after that ceremony, I'm now exactly like a real person, no different. ”

"Praise be to the Great Creator," Allegri said, "but you were cuter when you were a skeleton." Isn't it, Illo?"

"Ahh

Allegri snorted, "And you, Illo, you were cuter when you were unconscious." ”

Diosa smiled, touched it in his arms for a long time, and handed it to Illodao, "Look at this, are you in a better mood?"

"I'll wipe it!" Seven or eight thick gold coins were shining in Dios's broad palm, and Illo grabbed it and exclaimed, "Brother Dios, I have carefully examined you, at that time you had nothing but a few lice in your bone shelf, you have to believe in the vision of an elf!"

Dioshar smiled and didn't answer, but just explained, "Don't spend it, Illo, I want to buy some weapons and equipment when I get to Wigan City." ”

"That's fine," Illo smiled as he put away the gold coins, "This is actually a rare gold coin of Elendil, extremely pure, one can top two flowers." ”

"I'm still wondering, where the hell are you hiding?" Allegri looked at Dios curiously.

"Do you really want to know about the Dao?" Di Osven, seeing the two chicks nodding like chickens pecking rice, patted his head and smiled, "Do you think where I could hide things at that time?"

"It's really in the brain?!" Allegri and Illo couldn't help but sweat.

It was already night, and after a change of horses at the carriage and horse shop, the convoy was still moving on.

In such a quiet night, there was only the snort of the horses and the creak of the wheels over the slush. If you calm down, you can even hear the sound of snowflakes kissing the dirt.

But in such a snowy night, thoughts can never be precipitated, and they fly around inexplicably, capturing the myths that are ubiquitous in the night.

"Hey, what are your plans?" said the half-elf who was reclining on the leather, "even though I signed the deed of sale, I should have some right to know, right?"

"Huh?" Allegri, who was leaning against the wall of the carriage, came to his senses and squeaked, "What's the plan, let's take one step at a time." ”

"It sounds so unidealistic, it's so powerless. Illo complained.

"Speaking of ideals, what are your ideals, Illo?" Allegri asked rhetorically.

"Speaking of which...... "Illo mused," said Illo, "there must be two, one large and one small. What about you, Dios?"

"Same. Dios whispered, his voice awake, his eyes closed, but he had not fallen asleep.

"Coincidentally, I have two, one large and one small," Allegri suggested, "are you interested in talking about them? ”

"The small ideal is to have a lot of money, and it would be best if I could ransack a dragon's lair," Illo's eyes sparkled, and then dimmed, "Let's not talk about the big ones, it's too difficult." ”

"Is this small, what could be more difficult than that?" Allegri said, "what about you, Dios?"

"Is it small?" Dios confirmed, "the small one is to become a legendary professional, and the big one is quite difficult, so I won't talk about it." ”

"I'll rub it!" Allegri shuddered as he saw the Nightmare Knight in his mind, "You two don't know it either. ”

"What about you?" Dios squinted, "Tell me?"

"I'm not as hypocritical as you, I'm righteous, and I'll tell you all the big and the small," Allegri straightened up, his tone inexplicably a little strange, "My little ideal, is to go home." ”

"Doesn't that sound difficult?" Illo teased, "Is your hometown in the Dragon's Burial Ground, or in the Cathedral of Cotia?"

"As for my life's pursuit...... Allegri ignored him, his eyes were level, and his right hand waved vigorously, quite a hero drew his sword, and scolded Fang Xuan's supreme bearing,

"My journey is the sea of barbecue!"

(The first watch, the full moon)