Evil dragon? It's me, Godzilla!

The young secretary was very happy.

"From the 38th of this month, is that right?"

"...Sir, yes."

The secretary, who looked a little immature, lowered his head, folded his hands behind his back, and rubbed his fingers, ignoring his glasses that were slipping for the time being.

"Let me see."

It was obviously a small room, and there was a fire burning in the fireplace next to it, crackling.

But it might be the wind blowing from the half-closed window, the young secretary always felt that it was so cold that it was about to snow.

A pair of exquisite swords and axes hung on the fireplace, finely polished, with a slight cold glow from the top to the tip of the blade, and the smooth metal surface reflected the tall figure in front of him who was directly covered with a set of animal skins.

He has a face that looks like it was cut by a knife, with a high nose bridge, deep facial features, a short beard, and a unique ruggedness of the North, but his medium-length blond hair is carefully braided into several strands.

He is covered with a whole piece of fur, and the lifelike wolf head hangs down from his right shoulder. The gems inlaid in his eyes seem to be glowing, and fixed on the armor on his right shoulder, as if emitting a fierce light.

He is muscular, tall like a wall, and has a rough appearance, but he is very careful to use his gauntleted hands to carefully study the documents presented by the young clerk. While reading, he is chewing the dried and hard meat in his mouth.

The documents in his hand are all about monster attacks and the like. Of course, this is nothing. In the North where there are many monsters, this is normal.

It’s just that the number of them recently is a bit abnormal, the place where they occurred is also a bit abnormal, and the actual crowd is also abnormal...

Too many abnormalities added together. Then it can’t be called abnormal.

The clerk was not as calm as his predecessors. He was wrapped in a heavy robe, but he was almost cold and wanted to talk nonsense. He seemed to understand why the predecessors said that the lord in front of him was very cold, even though he was not very serious during the communication...

All this can only be attributed to the awe of the great man from the heart.

This is the Wolf Lord of the North... The Lord of the Ice Fang Territory in the north of the Ron Empire.

Dot Levi. Vane.

"Have you found out the reason?"

Vane's voice was not very serious, but the clerk still felt like a cold wind blowing through his heart. He shuddered and reported consciously: "The magician we invited has investigated and found that the overall magic level has not changed. No abnormalities were found in the dissected monster samples."

" The attacked personnel have also been checked, and no unusual features or common points have been found for the time being. "

"... Continue to investigate, pass on my order, the curfew time for areas near the city and above will be advanced, and the number of patrol personnel at midnight will be increased by 20%, and the time will be increased by one third. "

"Also, the scope of the investigation is also expanded by half, and the team leader must have three Black Iron level or above. This is temporarily the case, and other people will supplement you later. "

"Also, allow a 20% premium, and increase the inventory of city defense equipment by more than one third. "

"The order must be delivered to me within three days, and it must be fully implemented within half a month. Someone will do the rest for you in the meantime."

The clerk picked up the pen and quickly recorded it in the booklet he carried with him, recording most of the previous orders on it-there was a small part that could not be recorded.

"Yes."

"Click--"

The thick wooden door closed, and the tall and strong man with a face as cold as steel exhaled, and then took out an iron wine pot from his office drawer without caring about his image.

He could easily detect whether there were people around from the footsteps and the surrounding breath. Now was a good time when no one was around.

He opened the cork, and the smell of high-purity alcohol made him feel refreshed. Then he poured it into his mouth in a very heroic way, with the wine dripping down his beard.

"...Huh, it's better to drink than to do these so-called practical things! Do you want to come and have a sip? It's more fun to drink with someone."

Wane licked the wine on his beard without caring about his image and raised the wine pot in his hand.

As the words fell, the shadow in the corner of the wall spread like water, and a figure with no breath at all, covered with close-fitting armor and a black cloak, rose from it.

"...My Lord, I know it. Whether it's you or me, we can't drink during working hours."

The seemingly helpless answer of this figure was only exchanged for the indifferent wave of the man in front of him.

"What's the big deal? Go tell me now to change this rule!"

"... Tell me, what the hell is going on? You're drinking in front of me on purpose.

The son of a drunkard."

"That's why you're pretending. Come and have a drink with me. It's much more fun!"

"..."

The atmosphere between the two was broken in an instant. It was obvious that it was not the first time that they were familiar with each other. After all, the man did not take the wine pot. Vane poured two mouthfuls of wine into his mouth and wiped the wine from his mouth.

He stuffed the wine pot back with a little regret. It was empty inside.

Then his face quickly recovered and he said:

"Check all the files with numbers starting with nine for me, and then report to me. I want to see who dares to make trouble in my territory at this time."

"Yes."

"Also, send the information to the guys who may be useful, and keep an eye on the key whistle for me."

"Cut off anyone who dares to make a move on me now, whether they know it or not. Ask someone to handle the difficult things I just heard."

"Also, prepare a team of 20 people for me, and be on standby at any time. "

"Yes."

"Finally, prepare a five-liter bottle of Laohe wine for me."

"..."

"Two bottles."

"Yes!"

The figure turned into a shadow, pouring into the gap in the corner like a tide, and it was completely unknown how such a large volume was stuffed in.

After the shadow left, Vane stood there silently for a while, turned around and opened the window.

What rushed in was a sharp cold wind, mixed with a little snow, all slapping on his face-this familiar feeling can make him find the feeling he once had.

This snow has never stopped since not long ago.

His pupils narrowed slightly, and the white sky and the black ground were reflected in his brown pupils. There was a very strange feeling, well, it was like slowly waking up.

In a different world where magic exists, something strange happened , but it is normal.

Even strange things happening in similar places and in a very short period of time cannot be considered too strange.

This is the characteristic of the other world. Don't play if you don't like it.

But Vane's intuition told him that someone must be behind the scenes using some means to do something. Yes, even if there is no basis and no definite clues.

Even this intuition just came out suddenly, but he felt so, so he believed it.

This is self-confidence, arrogance, or arrogance. He believes that as the wolf lord, his sense of smell will not be wrong and is more sensitive than everyone else.

"... I smell you. "

He muttered to himself, recalling something that no one knew about now. He exhaled a breath colder than a blizzard, held the side window with his hand, and looked down.

It was a tall fortress built on the tip of a cliff as tall as a crescent moon, with dense spikes on the top of the tower piercing the sky.

The tall inner city walls and the fortresses meandered straight up, all the way to the tip. In the outer city was an endless residential area, with chimneys of varying lengths spewing smoke, the tops of which were painted all white, with black dots scattered.

On the tall city wall at least tens of meters high in the distance, the huge bed crossbow had been tied with steel cables, and the cold wind still stood like a sculpture, and the armored man was still motionless. Soldiers, and patrols shuttling back and forth.

Several tall city gates were filled with people coming and going, patrolling soldiers, businessmen, farmers entering the city, and even adventurers coming and going, all in sight.

His eyes seemed to penetrate into the snowfields farther away. In the distance, there were people gathering here, some on foot, some on camels, and some on horseback.

Further away, there were vague figures in robes passing through the snow, and there were various monsters, large or small, in groups, or acting alone, unconsciously gathering somewhere.

There was also a certain dragon that could not be seen, flying all the way, eating crazily, and now licking a popsicle.