Arad's crooked savior

"If it is just a legend, the person who wrote this poem must be a girl full of dreams, and a lonely girl at that."

Yuena sighed softly, with a hint of empathy between her eyebrows.

Sentimentality is something that boys and girls often have. Even when they are older, they will occasionally stare into the distance in a daze, looking at their past selves.

I wish to sleep in the ice for thousands of years... It is lonely in the world of ice and snow, let alone turning into hard ice and being buried in the ice and snow for thousands of years.

"I heard from the adults in the clan that Rose is a girl blessed by ice and snow. In order to save her smile, the ice and snowflakes built a palace for her."

"But some people say that Rose is actually just a girl's dream, or even a snowman's dream."

"We Bantu have lived here for generations and have never seen a palace built of ice and snow."

Mintai took off his rabbit-eared felt hat, his brown hair had some natural curls, and there was a faint trace of sweat on his forehead.

In the Corrupted Sky Castle EX Dornier, Isadora, who is proficient in various special magics, has made the interior as warm as spring, and the flames are still caressing the bottom of the pot.

Although everyone changed into cooler clothes, it was still a bit hot for Mintai, who was used to the cold weather of ice and snow.

"I'm full, thanks for the treat!"

Mintai touched his belly with satisfaction, and glanced at Mailu unconsciously. This girl with a small white pet was holding a large bowl of dipping sauce and gnawing on the meat on the ribs, eating with gusto.

After a while, Siatt also put down her chopsticks, Gu Yu bit a straw and drank juice, and Ye Lin wiped his mouth and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Mailu filled another large roll of meat into the hot pot.

"Uh, this..."

After looking at Mailu's plump pride and then looking down at his own mediocre self, Mintai subconsciously wanted to try some more.

Could it be said that the meat eaten after eating will come here?

Mo Mei put a glass of strawberry juice in front of her and said with a smile: "Don't force it after you're full. It's not good for your stomach. Mailu is an exception."

"All right."

Drooping his head, he was a little frustrated. The Bantu people lacked neither meat nor dairy products. Is it really not a matter of diet, but a matter of talent?

After putting away the dishes and cutlery, Isadora led Mintai to a locked room at the end of Dornier's inner corridor.

A group of enthusiastic and well-meaning men and women attracted an innocent and ignorant little girl, and then walked towards the locked room at the end of the passage... which was the library.

"Here are all photocopies. I can use them for leisure if I have nothing to do on weekdays. I also need a quiet place to record what I see and hear."

Isadora stretched out her hand to lift the purple gauze skirt neatly, and pressed it under her plump thighs and fat to avoid wrinkles in the gauze skirt.

The long fingers decorated with purple nail polish hold a special pen and write down the day's experiences.

Mintai is very envious of his intellectual, elegant and mature temperament.

The three walls of the library are made of wooden boards to make simple bookshelves. There is a large round wooden table in the middle, surrounded by a dozen chairs covered with fur cushions.

"Sister, are you a bard?"

Mintai was very curious, so he leaned over and looked at Isadulla spreading out his notes and writing the story in very clean handwriting.

He quietly peeked in front of Isadora again. Zhengyi, who could easily rest on the table, couldn't help but bow his head in frustration.

"No, I am the librarian of the GBL teaching. I travel and adventure with the captain and record many unknown anecdotes. Does the giant beast of the sky know that we live up there?"

"Mintai, there are some basic theories and usage methods of magic recorded on the bookshelf numbered 1-A. Please take a look."

"Well, thank you."

After writing a few paragraphs, Isadora suddenly stopped writing, and a bold idea came to his mind.

If the adventures can be published as a book, will it set off a new trend in Arad like Seaman's collection of poems?

I can earn some extra personal money by the way...

"I know a person from Xu Zu. She also likes words and poetry. Maybe you two will have a common language."

As Ye Lin spoke, he picked up a book and flipped through it. This book happened to record the Screaming Cave Incident. That battle, which could not be said to be tragic but very tragic, made the Four Great Sword Masters famous and buried a man who had been killed. Forgotten Luxi.

As one of the Four Sword Saints, because Luxi was wiped out by a mysterious entity, Bwanga's simple and strong sense of justice prevented him from being affected by Sirok's ability, and he became the key figure in killing Sirok.

It also made other principalities and empires re-evaluate the combat power of the Bantu people.

“Bwanga…”

He closed the book and smiled. Sure enough, even the GBL Cult, which gathered the world's knowledge, could not record the doubts about the Wailing Cave.

Those who were erased had their existence in the books also erased.

Probably hearing his murmur, Mintai admired him like a little girl: "The patriarch is practicing in the nearby snow-capped mountains and only comes back once every half a month. The patriarch is someone who has defeated the apostles."

"Well, maybe he is working hard to kill the ice dragon."

Smiling, he put the books back to their original places and said goodbye. He returned to his bedroom and was in a daze, his thoughts flying until he was in the cave of mourning.

Bwanga was not wrong. His honor was only passively accepted after Luxi's death. He didn't know it, but in his heart, he felt a little unworthy for the dark elf who tried his best.

Closing his eyes, all he could think of was Aganzuo's puzzled look holding the Luxi business card he gave him.

next day

Siatt knocked on the door and called out. He rubbed his eyes that were still a little open. After washing up, he was eating a bowl of vegetable soup to cleanse his intestines and stomach. Mintai brought back some bad news.

The warrior Emuli, who was sent out by Orka yesterday to find the cry of the child, was injured.

Emuli, like Mintai, is a member of the Kunik tribe who believes in the hare totem. Although he usually doesn't deal well with Rabina due to his bellicose personality, his legs and feet are nimble and he is good at running quickly in the snow.

"Come on, let's go take a look." Ye Lin greeted.

In the tent yesterday, the white-haired Emuli was covered in cold sweat, his right arm was hanging weakly, his face was pale, and his lips were bitten with bloody marks.

But he is indeed a warrior of the Bantu tribe. When he was healed by the tribe's shaman, he just didn't make a sound.

"Let me do it."

Holy light glowed on Yuena's cross, and a layer of lush green slowly sank into his right arm, greatly reducing the pain.

When it comes to healing abilities, the Paladins of Remedia Cathedral are more professional.

"Thank you, noble paladin."

Orka clasped his fists in thanks, and other tribesmen warriors were also extremely grateful.

"Emuli, what's going on? You are extremely fast. Even the Ice Tiger can't catch up with you."

As the deputy clan leader, a mysterious accident happened to his clan members, so he naturally wanted to find out.

"A giant, a frost giant. The child's cries came from the giant. The giant also summoned red and yellow toy soldiers that were similar to humans. There were many, many."

Emuli's tone was urgent, and he was even more surprised. Seeing the clansmen around him frowning, he could only add helplessly, "I swear in the name of God Kuleni, I am not lying."

It’s no wonder that Orka looked displeased and thought he was making excuses for being injured. It was so difficult for the creatures in the ice and snow in the Snowy Land of Stone. Where did the toy soldiers that were about the same height as a human come from?

If you summon an ice elf or a goblin, it would look cool, but toy soldiers would be a bit weird.

But Emuli swore that the Bantu people respected the gods, which was equivalent to the highest oath, bound by the same oath as Aragorn and Mar, and it was impossible to lie.