His trembling hands reached into his pockets to look for toys in his coat, but even though he was wrapped in three layers of thick cotton clothes, the bone-chilling cold was still unbearable.
Only then did Shade understand that this coldness was a characteristic of this special place called the "Valley of Death." Otherwise, with his current physical condition, it would be impossible for him to be unable to bear this coldness.
[If you hadn't increased your cold resistance by drinking the blood brew of "Ice Crystal Butterfly" at God's banquet, the current situation would probably be even worse. 】
"She" also reminded in her ear.
Now is not a good time to stand in the snow and discuss issues. Although the snow layer in the valley in front of us is almost completely flat, no traces of human activity can be seen. But there are caves with curved cliffs on both sides of the valley directly in front.
In the ruins, the light of the bonfire can be vaguely seen. At the same time, it seems to be the entrance to the entire library ruins.
Generally speaking, although [Father of the Infinite Tree] likes to drop Shade some distance away from the real incident location, it is never too far away from the real incident location. Now that he saw the light of the fire, Shade
I understand where my destination is.
"It's so cold."
I sighed in my heart as I trudged forward in the snow with difficulty. I had just taken two steps when I felt myself tripping on something hard under the snow.
After hesitating for a second, he inserted his hand into the snow and pulled the heavy, cold thing out of the snow. What he saw was a completely stiff and frozen corpse. It was a male corpse, wearing a
He was wearing a long robe, his skin was a little dark, and his eyes were staring upward.
"oh!"
Shade quickly threw away the body, no longer curious about what was under the snow.
The ruins of the main entrance of the library have long been lost. The library, which was carved into the cliff, only has dark openings, like abandoned beehives, standing quietly in the snow.
There was a dead silence in the deep building, while a crackling bonfire was lit on the flat stone floor inside the main entrance, surrounded by crooked and abandoned gray stone bookshelves, as well as relics left by adventurers of past generations. Even the huge
The rectangular entrance door frame is a little skewed. The former glory of this place can only be seen through the faded murals on the walls and the traces of the remaining ether lamps on the ceiling.
Beside the warm campfire were three witches who looked young.
The witch with yellow hair was wearing a brown robe, holding her legs with both hands, looking absently at the fire in front of her. Her ears were a little pointed, and because of the movement of hugging her legs, the edges of the robe seemed to have been burned.
It was pulled upwards, revealing a pair of black lace-up women's long cloth boots. She was sitting facing the door, facing the heavy snow.
Behind her is a girl with a thick red tail and red hair. She is wearing a white shirt and a thin plaid skirt that does not match the season. She kneels on the right side of the yellow-haired witch. Only the fur vest on her shoulders can be regarded as clothing to keep out the cold. She
He leaned forward close to the bonfire, seeming to be tending the fire, but also seeming to be observing something through the flames.
The third witch has long golden hair hanging behind her but looks like it has not been washed for a long time. She is sitting on the left side of the yellow-haired witch. She looks the most slovenly. She is also wearing a brown robe and a face mask.
Wearing a pair of round-framed glasses, she sat on a pile of old books. At the same time, there was a pile of old books as high as her body sitting next to her, protecting her from the wind and snow blowing from the door.
Because the wind and snow kept blowing in from outside the huge old door of the library, traces of unmelted snow and wet marks could be seen on the pile of old books.
None of the three witches spoke, only the sound of the howling wind outside the door continued to echo. They didn't seem to be in a good condition, and their numb expressions showed that they had probably stayed here for a long time.
Suddenly, the red-haired girl tending the fire twitched her ears, then turned her head sharply and looked out the door:
"Teacher, there is the sound of walking!"
The yellow-haired witch with pointed ears facing the door and the blond witch sitting among the books also looked up at the door. In the almost pure white world, behind the goose-feather snow curtain, a black figure,
It is coming step by step with difficulty.
"oh?"
The witch wearing round glasses squinted her eyes with the help of the special glasses and was the first to see the figure walking in the snow:
"Why does he look like a man?"
The figure was getting closer and closer. Although it looked a little funny occasionally tripping over things under the snow, he was undoubtedly walking towards here.
"Teacher, I didn't feel the man approaching."
The red-haired girl with a tail said to the yellow-haired witch. The latter stared blankly at the wind and snow outside the door, and then stood up holding on to the ground. The hem of her robe covered her pair of black lace-up cloth boots.
At this time, the three of them saw the man approaching, raising his arms to cover his face to block the cold snowflakes from hitting his head.
"he is."
The yellow-haired witch walked around the fire and towards the crooked doorway.
"Bryony, is this an acquaintance of yours?"
The witch with round glasses asked curiously:
"You can actually meet acquaintances in this kind of ghost place? Fiona, when did your teacher know a man?"
The red-haired girl shook her head slightly, and then the two of them stood up and followed the yellow-haired witch with pointed ears to the door.
The huge door frame with no visible door panel seemed to be a dividing line. None of the three people stepped out, but watched the man in bulky clothes approach step by step.
A surprised expression gradually appeared on the yellow-haired witch's face, and then the expression turned into a gentle smile. Shade, who was approaching, also noticed the three ladies standing at the door.
Even if the pendant that can detect witches cannot be brought to this era, he can still determine that these three are witches.
"Am I dazzled? Why does that young red-haired girl have a big tail behind her?"
His eyes looked at them from under his arms, looking at the faces of the three of them one by one. Then he paused, looked across the heavy snow in the sky, and looked at the 23-4-year-old lady with yellow hair standing in the front.
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Both of them were stunned, then Shade quickened his pace and walked forward. Under the surprised eyes of the blond witch with round glasses and the red-haired witch with a tail, they finally arrived at the door.
The yellow-haired witch stretched out her hand, took Shade's slightly cold right hand, and pulled him into the door from outside the defense and warning ceremony they had arranged.
It was as if a layer of water had broken through, and the two spaces were obviously connected to each other, but the inside of the door frame was unusually dry and warm. Even the crackling sound of the bonfire made Shade feel comfortable inside.
He stamped his feet violently to shake off the cold snow stuck to the bottom of his boots. At the same time, he patted his hair and shoulders to prevent the melted snowflakes from getting wet on his clothes.
Only then did I have time to raise my head and say hello:
"Hello ladies."
Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he said hello to the strange red-haired girl with a tail and the blond lady wearing round glasses, and then, with some nostalgia, he looked at the witch with long yellow hair and pointed ears.
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The pointed ears are a symbol of the elves' bloodline, and the thin threads on the robes are sewn with patterns like vines and branches and leaves, which are the unique decorations of the elves. These are the elves' knowledge that informed Shade.
And there was only one witch with elven blood that he knew in the past:
"Long time no see, Miss Bryony O'Lanold."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Moon Witch said the same, she seemed to understand the Drarian language, and there was an indescribable mood in her golden eyes.
This lady with one-eighth elven blood looked the same as she did 22 years ago. Her red lips were slightly opened, and her voice was hoarse as she read out the name: