Time is fast, and not long after the winter solstice, frost is coming.

The weather became colder, and the snow left before turned into ice, which turned the entire Kelmohan into another scene.

Roger had never seen Kelmohan like this before.

In his world, the castle is located deep in the forest, where flowers are blooming and spring are blooming.

But here, the world is the same grayish white, but Roger did not feel any discomfort. In the ancient language, Kelmohan was called Karl Amurirahan, which means the ancient sea fortress.

The reason for its name is that the castle was built was once a vast sea, with many fossils of marine life in the stones on the mountain. This castle is located on the edge of human world civilization and has been forgotten by the world for a long time.

But Roger likes this forgetting.

February soon came, and the life of a winter made the four of them extremely familiar. After a drunkenness, Lambert challenged Roger in a confused manner.

Even with the stimulation of alcohol, Lambert was not so arrogant that he thought he could block Roger's attack. He put forward restrictions on the two's disputes.

The same force must be maintained and the skills must be used to discuss.

Although he has always been called the youngest witch hunter, it is only relative to Geralt and Visemir.

In fact, Lambert's real age is not as young as he and his natural skills are extremely exquisite.

But unfortunately, he met Roger.

This Roger, who traveled through countless worlds and transformed under the experience of the Jackdaw Sword Lord.

So he suffered the cruelest destruction ever.

puff!

Lambert fell to the ground, and even his beloved weapon came out. He couldn't help but spit out the snow that filled his mouth, and climbed up again with his blood-filled eyes.

"Come again!" After saying that, he picked up his weapon, rushed forward.

But after a moment, his body flew high and rolled on the ground for several times, and he was dizzy for a moment and could not even tell the direction.

At this time, Lambert no longer hoped that he could defeat Roger. He just hoped that he could get it once more so that he could at least lose with decent despair.

Wisermire and Escar, standing next to them, were full of surprise. They could see that Roger's swordsmanship was completely different from theirs.

The witch hunters are strong and far superior to normal humans, but based on their physical fitness alone, they cannot compare with those terrible monsters.

So during the battle, they pay special attention to their body movements and pace, and often use rotation to increase the strength of their attacks.

This was understandable, but Roger, his attack angle was even more tricky, completely subverting their current perception.

“It’s not like our swordsmanship.”

Eskal murmured to himself.

"It seems to be from another world." Wisermere added, and after saying that, the two looked at each other and guessed what they thought.

"Come again...come again."

Under the double stimulation of alcohol and fatigue, Lambert fell down staggeringly.

So in the rest of their lives, in addition to drinking, chatting and bragging, their activities have increased.

Discussion.

The three of them took turns to find Roger to compete.

So time passed day by day until the warm wind blew from the valley, taking away the cold here.

The snow has just melted, and spring is here.

We were brushing our horses and preparing our luggage, and it was time for everyone to part.

"You want to stay here?!"

Before leaving, the three of them looked surprised at Roger, who was empty-handed.

"I like this place." Roger smiled.

"You know I have lost my memory and don't know this world, so there is no difference between me here and elsewhere. Since that's the case, I might as well stay." Roger looked around.

"It just happened to take advantage of the warm weather to simply repair the place. Believe me, I am definitely an expert in repairing houses."

"I know what you are going to do, but there is no need." Visemir suddenly spoke.

"Roger, our era is over, of course, maybe it has never arrived, and something like that happened not only in Kelmohan."

"Although the number of mobs is large, it cannot have a decisive impact. There are too many warlocks involved in the attack."

"This is a conspiracy against us, and all they want to see is a ruin. If you renovate it, it will only lead to the next attack."

Visemir's eyes were heavy.

"With me here, no one can hurt a piece of bricks here."

Roger's expression became solemn.

"I believe in your power, you can do it, but we can't, we can't stay here forever..." Weissemil sighed.

Kylemohan means a lot to him. He has a lot of time to smooth out the scars here, but he chooses to give up because Visermere knows the price of doing so.

"Okay, maybe it's not the right time." Roger thought for a while and agreed to Visemir's request.

"However, I don't want to live in the so-called most luxurious tower next winter. The creaking sound of the wooden bed is really annoying."

"Maybe in the future, my female companion will think that the sound is a good accompaniment, full of rhythm and full of impact..." Roger showed an ambiguous smile.

"But to be honest, I really don't want my private affairs to be known to everyone."

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

"I understand, because your power is useless in some ways." Lambert smiled, but Roger didn't care. He then expressed his plans.

"I will keep the exterior walls intact, but the interior really needs to be carefully sorted out to at least make us feel comfortable in the winter of the coming year."

This time Visemir did not refuse.

Everyone waved goodbye, and Roger stood at the top of the city and watched everyone disappear into the valley in the distance.

The Heaven and Earth Castle, the mountains and ridges in the distance, seemed to be Roger alone in the whole world.

He has experienced similar loneliness many times, but he is happy at this moment, and then he began to transform the entire castle interior.

From early morning to evening, sometimes from the darkness of night to the faint light of morning light, Roger has no concept of fatigue or time.

After the spring and summer, the leaves withered yellow and the temperature began to gradually drop. When the first north wind blew across the valley, Roger knew that winter was not far away.

Before he knew it, he had been here for a whole year.

When the sky became gloomy and the mountain wind was howling, Roger could even predict a snowstorm soon.

But just as he came to the city wall to look around, three horses drove in the valley, and Roger recognized two of them.

The remaining one has the iconic gray hair and a tough face.

"Open the door quickly, Roger!"

There was still a long distance, and Lambert couldn't help but yell.

"I'll introduce you to a new friend."

The three of them entered the castle, and Escar turned over and dismounted and took the initiative to meet him, but there was someone around him one step faster than him.

"You saved Eskal, which is equivalent to saving me, so from now on, I owe you a life."

Roger smiled and looked at the familiar stranger in front of him.
Chapter completed!