After walking out of the tribe's longhouse, Todd cast his gaze towards the small concrete building at the other end of the camp, and his originally calm mood began to waver slightly.
Under the gaze of everyone, he stepped forward, stepping on the snow under his feet, and slowly walked to the door of the small building.
Looking at the closed door in front of him, Todd's hand reached out to Griphook, but it hung hesitantly in the air. But his heart was already full of thoughts.
The feeling that this woman Rachel gave him now was not simple love.
When he first met her, the other person's appearance was not very beautiful, but no matter her posture, eyes or movements, she revealed a bright and charming charm that was extremely rare. But whether it was in the past life or in this life, Todd originally had such a feeling for her.
There is not much affection for a charming woman, let alone love.
But as they spent more and more time together, Todd was increasingly impressed by the intelligence and strategy hidden under the surface.
After getting along for a period of time, when Todd met Rachel again, he no longer paid attention to the other person's appearance, but cared more about her thoughts.
With the three events of the Alien Covenant, the Kingdom of Shadows and the refusal to enter the palace, Rachel's thoughts became increasingly difficult to fathom, and Todd put a label called "mysterious" on her.
.Many times, Todd thought he had grasped her thoughts, but when he dug deeper, he found that what he saw was just a veil.
"Are you planning to stand there all day?"
An inarticulate voice came from the second floor, interrupting Todd's thoughts and causing him to look up.
Holding half a piece of baked jicama in both hands and leaning half of her body out of the window, Rachel looked down at Todd at the door while not forgetting to bite the food in her hand.
Smiling and shaking his head, Todd put those complicated thoughts behind and gently opened the door.
It's bitterly cold outside, but it's as warm as spring inside.
The brown solid wood floor with strong texture, the simple round tables and chairs, the handmade barbarian crafts, coupled with the bright fireplace and the lounge chair for resting, Todd had the illusion for a moment, as if he had returned to his previous life.
Among the cafes.
"How is it? Everything here is designed according to the decorative style of another world." Rachel stepped on the wooden steps and slowly walked down the stairs.
This woman was only wearing a moon-white autumn robe, and her curvy figure was clearly visible, causing Todd to secretly gulp down a mouthful of saliva.
The two stood face to face, looking at each other, speechless for a long time.
More than half a month has passed since the last moment of joy in the soul space. After actually seeing Rachel in person, Todd actually found that he didn't know what to say at this moment.
Rachel found Todd's gaze resting on her chest and asked angrily: "Where are you looking?"
When the latter heard this, he quickly raised his head and pretended to be serious.
Rachel leaned her body sideways, fell asleep in the recliner, and adjusted to a comfortable position: "You came faster than I thought. I thought you didn't care about the life and death of others and planned to spend your time comfortably in the palace alone.
This cold winter."
Todd sat on the edge of the lounge chair and turned to look at Rachel: "I could have come earlier, but some affairs in the kingdom must be settled before I leave."
"How long can you stay this time?"
"If nothing urgent happens in the kingdom, maybe... it will take a long time."
Hearing Todd's words, Rachel suddenly sat up from the recliner, stared into the other person's eyes and said seriously: "My lord, what exactly did you do when you returned to Muxi City this time?"
Todd told Rachel the truth about the formation of the cabinet and the transfer of government affairs.
The latter closed his eyes and sighed helplessly: "You are afraid to avoid the power that others want."
Todd smiled bitterly and said: "Maybe I can't become a qualified monarch."
"On the contrary, in my opinion, you may be the wisest monarch in thousands of years..." Before she finished speaking, Rachel suddenly opened her eyes wide and feigned anger towards Todd: "Your hand is on
do what?!"
Todd's palm gently moved up the woman's calf, his body unconsciously moved closer to her, and he said softly: "As for what happened in the soul world, I think it may be possible in reality now..."
Rachel chuckled and interrupted him: "I don't think like you do. First, I can't adapt to your current appearance."
Todd looked down at his body and said thoughtfully: "You are right, this is indeed not appropriate. I can return to my original appearance immediately."
Rachel stretched out her white hands and gently grabbed Todd's chin, with a narrow smile on her face: "Second, I don't like having an audience."
Todd's eyes looked at the deep ravine on Rachel's chest, and he said unconsciously: "I don't like the audience either...Huh? What did you just say? Audience?!"
Rachel pushed Todd's chin away and turned his head towards the stairs.
An unexpected face appeared at the top of the stairs, startling Todd.
Deirdre bit her lower lip and looked at the two people on the recliner with a flushed face. Her expression looked as if she had just returned home and caught her wife in bed in the bedroom.
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Froststone Camp is thirteen kilometers north.
Conchiebo's confidant, Fergal, sat on his horse, looking at the endless army beside him without saying a word.
The commander of the Ulster Wing rode up to Fergal and whispered: "Sir, in order to wipe out a group of defectors in the arena, using so many soldiers would be a bit... making a fuss out of a molehill?"
"It is never a mistake to be cautious." Fergal looked at the commander and said quietly: "You were not present at that gladiatorial battle at the celebration. You can never imagine the power that man exploded in the battle.
and fighting spirit.”
As if recalling the scene of the gladiatorial battle that day, Fergal shuddered slightly on his horse: "Killing twelve giant wolves with one's own strength. That is not a human performance at all, more like the legend of the ancient gods.
The son of war who killed everyone. He has become an inner demon for the King of Ulster. If he is not eliminated as soon as possible, our monarch will never be able to regain his confidence and sanity."
The commander lowered his head and showed a disapproving expression.
Fergal suddenly asked: "How is your investigation going on those 'ghosts' mentioned by the scouts?"
The commander shrugged: "God knows whether what they said is true or not! The sword he wielded can cut through rocks, jump from a tree more than ten meters away without being hurt, and run faster than a war horse... This is completely true.
It’s nonsense! It’s just the scouts who deliberately exaggerated the enemy’s strength in order to avoid blame!”
"Forty experienced and seasoned scouts engaged the enemy. Only one of them escaped by pretending to be dead. However, the enemy retreated without even a blade or a scrap of armor.
How do you explain this on the battlefield?" Fergal twisted the riding crop in his hand and said coldly.
The commander scratched his head: "This is what I guess. The rebel leader Boyle selected a group of capable warriors from the gladiators, and also found some hunters who were familiar with the terrain and routes among his tribesmen, and used an ambush method.
way, defeated our scouts."
After saying these words, the commander found that Fergal did not refute, so he boldly complained: "Sir, we mobilized almost all the reserve forces of the kingdom this time, and brought out nearly thirty war beasts, and also brought out nearly thirty war beasts.
Choosing to attack in the severe cold of winter. Both logistics and military morale have reached a very dangerous situation. Every night, soldiers freeze to death in their tents. The only reason why they can persist until now is simply because we executed them.
Deserters are hanging all around the camp!"
Fergal looked at the forest in the distance and murmured: "Tell our soldiers to hold on, we are already very close to the enemy."