Crimson Servant

With Dalia's preparation, all the requirements for the journey were prepared. They initially planned to recruit a group of sled dogs domesticated by the Snow family. These large, long-haired dogs could transport the animals more efficiently in thick snow than horses.

Unfortunately, perhaps because their sense of smell was too keen, when the large and energetic dogs that had not yet been put on the leash approached Francis, they lay on the ground, their front paws pressed their noses, and their ears drooped listlessly, No matter how much Dalia dragged her, she refused to move a step.

"Sorry, it seems they are sick by chance." Dalia wondered about the abnormality of the dogs, untied the rope, knelt down and stroked the backs of the sled dogs, gently calming the panic among the dogs.

"We don't carry much supplies, and it doesn't take much time even if we walk." Francis proposed a remedy. As for the reason why the dogs were abnormal, he could only attribute it to his own aura of wandering into the wilderness all year round to feed on wild beasts.

John and Inluthian also noticed something unusual. The corner of the former's mouth twitched and the latter smiled. No one tried to tease the idiosyncratic elf about this, they all knew the consequences of unfriendly interactions with Francis.

They carried their own luggage. Dalia thought she had enough strength and tried to share some of the burden with the two spellcasters John and Inluthian.

John declined politely. He never worried about the problem of weight-bearing. Even before the dragon's blood strengthened his body, Veltis' Sinful Chain would establish a load-bearing structure in the gap between the back and the luggage.

Lucian smiled and made his backpack disappear, and even moved around a few times easily, as if his backpack really didn't exist.

"The lightness of the soul will not be weighed down by reality."

"It's unnecessary." The magician commented on his trick.

On the way to the northern gate, the reputation of the Snow family once again attracted a group of followers to Dalia. They did not approach the four of them, but kept a distance and watched Dalia's back not far away. Their eyes were full of fiery respect that was completely different from the cold weather.

This bizarre team of followers was stopped by the city gate guards, but the gaze did not end, and they followed Dalia and the four of them forward for a certain distance.

The adventurer didn't say a few words along the way due to those strangely intense gazes. At least the coldness in the air took over again, and the long sigh of the noble eldest daughter appeared on the vast snowfield.

"The expectations of the people are both Snow's glory and Snow's shackles. My father always used this sentence to teach me, and these sights have also become the driving force for us to press ourselves forward."

Worried that her companion would take it the wrong way, Dalia turned around and waved her hands to explain.

"I don't mean to show off. I am proud that my family can be loved by others, and I am willing to do my best to honor this respect. But if possible, I still hope that I will not be expected by so many people. It is really, too tiring ”

Francis and Inluthian looked at each other and seemed to resonate with Dalia's words. Both the dark elves and the illusionists had broken away from the mission given by the family, although they believed that they were in special circumstances and not worthy of imitation.

Only the warlock, John, did not understand the family's troubles, but this did not mean that he had to refute Dalia's remarks. The friendly behavior of this unique nobleman had already received a silent response from John.

In the afternoon, the adventurers came to an abandoned town, which was once the temporary residence of the Northrend excavation team. After the mineral veins dried up, the townspeople abandoned it and moved to the warmer south.

Most of the houses here were covered with snow, and one of them was crushed. The cold wind blew on the broken beams and blew through the streets in the town.

They found a relatively clean and complete wooden house with a working fireplace. Dalia put down her luggage and said to her companions: "I propose that we rest here for the night. The road ahead has already entered Anne." Within the Helan Snow Mountain area, our target, the abandoned family mine, is in the valley. It is very dangerous to travel in the wind and snow at night, and we need to be wary of dangerous creatures such as snow trolls."

"As you wish, Miss." There was no objection, because Lucian quickly ordered Francis to go out to chop wood.

"Call me Dalia." Dalia stopped the elf who was about to go out and expressed her willingness to join him. Francis nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Miss Dalia." Lucian shouted to the door, and then closed the door with a smile. He turned his head and saw the warlock who had moved to the center of the room and stared at him.

"Looks like we're the only ones here."

"If you're unhappy, you can go out." John said coldly. He had already noticed the desolation around the town. The two people who went out to look for firewood would definitely spend some time, enough time for him to teach a certain illusionist a lesson. He had always been bitter about Lucian's teasing, and now, he had a rare opportunity.

Lucien laughed twice and answered despite John's dangerous gaze.

"No, I don't have any negative emotions."

"I have." John stretched out his palm, and the thick blood hit the floor like a pool of mud. The blood pool spread out from under the red robe, and tentacles crawled in the blood like long snakes. Without any scruples, the Favored of the Crimson God revealed his horror to the followers of the Phantom Lady.

Because Lucian looked at the twisted and evil posture displayed by the Crimson Beloved, his eyes widened a little in surprise, and he felt a little uneasy.

"Francis should have reminded you that I am proficient in illusion magic."

John tilted his head.

"Yes, but Francis didn't remind me more, so I have a question."

"Can you swim?"

...

Dalia held a pile of firewood in her hands, and looked at the elf beside her who was carrying more firewood than her. She was really amazed just now. This tall and thin elf showed her clean and sharp blade and strong body. She originally thought that she could be the leader in strength in this team that seemed to lack muscle mass, but the cruel reality once again extinguished Dalia's little thoughts.

"The perfect fighter" is really strong.

Francis tilted his head slightly, and Dalia's gaze made him look inquiringly.

Dalia's body immediately stiffened, and she felt cold sweat climbing up her back. She pretended to be calm and ran a few steps, and the cabin had appeared in her sight.

They saw Inlucian standing outside the door.

The illusionist who was at ease in the wind and snow also smiled at them.

"Are you back? I've been waiting for a long time."

Dalia hurried over and gratefully held the hand of her respected adventurer, Mr. Inlucian.

"Your hands are so cold, Mr. Inlucian, aren't you cold?"

Inlucian was smiling, and only the sharp-eyed Francis could notice the stiffness of his mouth.

"That's your illusion, Dalia. Okay, let's go into the house quickly."

Dalia felt that she was experiencing surprises all the way. The wooden house had been completely renewed. The mold and dust on the floor and walls had disappeared. The whole wooden house returned to the state of being inhabited all year round.

"I did a simple cleaning and cleared some garbage." John replied with a rare smile.

"This is not easy. How did you do it?" Dalia raised her head and looked at the spotless roof.

"A little magic."