Snowflakes are often something like a romantic thing that can be associated with romance.

This is not the meaning of the snowflakes themselves, in fact they are just an advanced version of the rain, and when they melt, they reveal their true colors. Including Hail, the difference is only that the evolved version is more advanced. So, who would think that hail is romantic? I think no one except a few masochists will think that this thing that hurts people has any romantic meaning at all.

It's just snowflakes, which have a strong romantic value in the various YY imaginary scenes attached and imposed by human beings. Well, this can't be regarded as an illusion, after all, watching the white feather-like things dance in the air, and then slowly drift like catkins, and finally dye the world pure and flawless, it is indeed quite touching and eye-catching......

Of course, this is best viewed through the glass!

"What the hell is this weather, whew...... Freeze your uncle to death......" At night, on the corner of the capital street, under the signboard of the shop. Bernie, who is called a patrol but is no different from being homeless on the streets, shivered, sneezed, stroked his nose, looked at the snowflakes outside the signboard with a bitter face, and smacked his lips and complained, "Old Bao, what did you say the two of us left the north and came to this capital for? Anyway, I didn't expect to be promoted to become rich for a long time, and at that time, I took advantage of the chaos to run away, and I couldn't live a good life and enjoy a small town in the north, so why did I have to get on the boat and come here to suffer?

"You see, patrolling, patrolling, patrolling day and night, there is not even a ghost on the street, and I can't sleep well. Ahh......h , I'm not sick, am I? Speak, you old Bao......"

“...... What the hell are you trying to say? I've got to think of which question I should answer first, Bernie. Bowes pinched his eyebrows. Then he rubbed his big red nose downward. The same look of helplessness and irritability. "When I was about to board the ship and withdraw to the south, I consulted with you. Didn't you analyze that the Gray Army is unreliable, we have offended them in the past, and it is absolutely unlucky to stay in the north, so we agreed to go back to the south, so what's the point of saying this now?"

After a pause, "As for the reason why there are no ghosts on the street, it's because the Royal Grand Theater in the city is holding a grand celebration. Before the coronation of the crown prince, all the nobles in the capital went to the ceremony. They are afraid of ghosts, so there is a curfew tonight...... Well, go find a bowl of hot soup to fill in, or you'll be sick. ”

The words fell, and there was a pop. Bowes frowned as Bernie took the flask from the horse's back pocket beside him, uncorked it, and raised his head to take a big sip.

"I'm talking about hot soup!"

"I know. But ......" raised the flask, and Bernie raised his hand to wipe the remaining wine stains from the corners of his mouth. "Is there any hot soup that works better than spicy wine?"

"Well, it's your own fault. Can't blame me. Bowis shrugged speechlessly, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and then waved to the team of guard dragoons huddled under the sign behind him, "Let's go, let's go, go out, continue patrolling." ”

"Don't, captain, rest for a while, I'm going to freeze to death when I go out now. ”

"yes, at least when the snow is a little lighter. ”

"Anyway, there are no people on this street, and it makes no difference whether the captain patrols or not......"

"Shut up, you little bunnies know what! If you stay here, you'll really freeze to death! Hurry up, take a drink, go out and move, and you'll be warm......"

In the midst of the mourning, Bowes kicked and kicked the knights back into the heavy snow on the street, and then before everyone could complain, Bernie frowned and raised his palms, "Silence...... Ahh

The sound of sneezes fell, and in an instant there was a slight sound of horses' hooves in the silent streets. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look at the intersection in the distance, leaned slightly, and saw a luxury carriage driving out of the wind and snow, disappearing in a flash, passing through the intersection and turning into the spacious alley beside the road.

"It's a nobleman. Although the carriage just disappeared from the street in a flash, it was enough for everyone here to see the luxurious exterior of the carriage. There is no doubt that carriages of this specification can only come from noble families. Even a discerning person like Boris could see the family logo engraved on the outer wall of the carriage and scratched his head, "Is that Ao, Ao...... Damn, there are so many nobles in the capital!"

"The Oglare family. Bernie added calmly.

"It's the aristocratic family that came out of the Sword God's closed disciples. "Except for the two captains and vice-captains who suddenly parachuted in, the other garrison dragoons have been in the capital for many years, and some are even natives of the capital, so the sources are naturally more detailed than the first two.

"Strange, isn't the Royal Theatre over there, how can this carriage go back?, is the celebration over so soon?" After a pause, Boris looked at the dragoons who had just answered, and asked casually, "Do you know where the family of Ao and Og live?"

"Well, I only know that the general location is in the noble district of Dongcheng, and the specific address is not clear. "This is also natural, no matter what town you are in, the area where the noble manor is located is extremely well guarded, and it is forbidden for idle people to enter and leave. And with the level of these garrison dragoons, they are naturally included in the scope of this idle people.

"Dongcheng District?" Bowis was stunned when he heard this, and his brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the entrance of the alley that was faintly biased to the southeast. Of course, this is not doubtful, after all, they are new to the city, and they are not sure if this alley is a shortcut to the noble district of Dongcheng......

"Alright, let's keep patrolling. Bernie waved his hand disapprovingly and stepped onto the horse, "Who knows what these nobles are doing, maybe they just found out that the clothes they wore for the celebration collided with others, and they were afraid of losing face, so they hurried back to change now......

Well, I have to say that judging from the urine nature of the aristocracy, whose face is more important than life, Bernie's casual remark is very likely to be true. So Boris shrugged, didn't think much about it, and led a group of guarded dragoons to continue patrolling the streets......

At the same time, just flashed inside the luxury car.

Bang, bang, bang......

"Crazy, crazy, this damn madman- why did you do this to me! Why did they all do this to me-ah-"

Suppressed roars, crazy gasps. At this moment, Wenslin, who was slumped in a messy carriage, was like a dying beast trapped in a cage, unwilling to howl and struggle to the death.

The shame in front of the theater, the undisguised ridicule and contempt of the crowd, and the passive withdrawal of the father of the family...... I have to say that no matter how fully prepared Winslin was before, he was just a young man who was easily excited after all. And the scene that happened in front of the theater just now was undoubtedly overwhelming his young and fragile sensitive nerves.

Anger, unwillingness, resentment...... And whether you admit it or not, whether you want to or not, you are stubbornly angry at what you do in the bottom of your heart!

That's right, no matter how positively Wincelyn evaluates his actions, and no matter how much he cares about or even despises the ridicule of outsiders. But there is one fact that can never be changed, that is, he did betray the master who brought him great glory!

Therefore, even if Winslin can respond to the accusations and scolding of people who are not people inside and outside, as long as a pair of people who are on Philip and related to the sword god lineage, they will naturally have a weak heart, and the sky is in a weak position.

He can't get past that level in his heart!

This is the biggest source of shame and humiliation for him!

Perhaps, only when Wooding dies of old age, when everyone gradually forgets this story, when the members of the Oglare family begin to enjoy the tangible benefits brought by joining the side of the eldest prince, and then slowly face up to the role of Wencelin, can he get some kind of relief. It's like what Wencelin's father sent to bring the family guard - don't care what others say, it's all over!

The question now is, though, can Winsling wait until then......

"Sigh and ......" As several horses pulling the cart came from outside the car and neighed at the same time, the speed of the car slowed down significantly. Winslin, who was sitting in the center of the carriage clutching his hair, subconsciously looked up blankly when he heard the sound.

How long has it been, and has the carriage returned to the family gate?

Apparently not, because outside the curtains, it was pitch black.

Frowning and banging, Wenslin raised his foot and kicked the front wall of the carriage where the driver was, and roared in annoyance, "What are you doing?!"

"Send the young master home......"

Faintly sighing softly, Winslin couldn't hear it very clearly, frowned again, and raised his hand to pull the curtain open.

Stunned.

Outside the glass window, there is a black, bare roadway wall.

“...... Get on your way, Master Wensling, it's time to send you back to your hometown......"

Still sighing softly, the difference was that Wenslin heard it clearly and familiarly this time. The body stiffened instantly, the pupils contracted sharply, and the cold coldness that rushed from the tail vertebrae to the brain exploded in the body......

"Donn—"

............ (To be continued......)