Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Originally, Searle took Nancy with him because he was afraid that he would get lost in Nathaniel's snowstorm, but at this moment he found that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Lancelot is very familiar with this place, and - isn't it nice to walk in the snow with two people?Why bring a bulb dragon?

So shortly after passing the border checkpoint and successfully entering the territory of Nathaniel, Searle completely forgot about the existence of Nancy, and did not know that the town where he stayed had a real outbreak of corpse plague.

And the source of infection is the guests in the tavern.

They traveled all night, and it was already late at night when they arrived in Nathaniel.

Nathaniel’s days are short and nights are long, and there is still a long time before dawn. Under the dark night, there is a land covered with snow. There seems to be a faint fire in the distance, but the snowflakes falling all over the sky block the view. Not clear.

Searle put on the cloak prepared in advance by Mr. Steward, raised his hand and let out a sigh of relief, "Is there someone living there?"

"That should be the orc tribe." Lancelot stopped and turned around. "Is it cold?"

Syl nodded, "It's cold."

Mr. Housekeeper can arrange everything thoughtfully and properly, but he lacks the ability to judge the temperature. He actually thinks that Nathaniel's cold weather is enough to wear only a dress and a cloak.

Lancelot was silent for a moment, and stretched out his hand to hold Searle.

At first, he subconsciously hid back, until he found that the palm of that pale big hand was slightly glowing red, so he tentatively touched it.

piping hot.

Syl was amazed, "You have already reached this level of control over the flames?"

If Melotti saw this scene, she might regret lending the Codex of Fire to Lancelot, and be anxious about losing her position on the Throne of Flame.

Lancelot squatted down, turned his back to Searle, and motioned him to hang up.

Syl climbed up from behind, with his face pressed against his broad back, and Lancelot easily carried the boy on his back, and walked into the depths of the wind and snow.

Syl stuck to the feverish Lancelot, his frozen body was much warmer, and he talked more, "Why are you fighting with the Pope? Is it a sparring between magicians?"

"No, I want to kill him." With a faint voice, the words made Syl's heart tighten instantly, as if being pinched by something.

"Why?" He asked with some difficulty, "Mr. Lancelot...does he have any grudge against him?"

"He ruined everything for me," Lancelot said.

"..." Syl sensed the deep hatred behind this sentence, and suddenly didn't know whether he should continue to ask.

That was exposing Lancelot's scars.

"But..." Lancelot said to himself, "Now I just want to protect Your Highness."

Searle had no doubt that if Lancelot was alone, he would have already shot Grezel.

It was to protect himself that he chose to escape.

He felt the temperature of Lancelot's body and closed his eyes, "If Mr. Lancelot wants to do something, don't worry about me."

Although he knew that Lancelot would not change, Seale still said this sentence.

Lancelot didn't respond, just walked forward in silence.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, Syl was dizzy, and didn't realize that he was far away from the already faint fire.

"Mr. Housekeeper..." He started to feel sleepy, and said in a daze, "Let's find a place to rest."

Lancelot lifted him up, "It's almost there, Your Highness, hold on for a while."

"...Where are you?" Syl looked forward blankly, the whole world was white, and he couldn't tell where he was at all.

"The ruins of the dragon."

"Oh..." It took Syl a moment to realize "Nancy's hometown?"

Lancelot seemed to want to say something, but hearing the sleepiness in Searle's voice, he didn't make a sound, only speeding up.

Bypassing a snow hill, a huge cave appeared in front of the two of them.

Lancelot went into the depths of the cave and placed Syl in a nest of soft grass where the dragon's eggs hatched.

He sat aside and said softly, "A long time ago, this place was called the Giant Dragon Mountain Range."

"The Dragon Mountain Range is a continuous snow peak that surrounds the kingdom's palace. There are not only dragons, but also packs of wolves and foxes."

"Fox..." Syl perked up a little, "Yinxue Fox?"

"Yes, but Yinxue Fox is the name given to them by later generations..."

"Mr. Steward, don't you lie down?" Seale made room for Lancelot in the grass nest.

The man was silent for a moment, and lay down beside Searle.

"Nancy said that the silver snow fox only appears during an avalanche." Searle leaned towards him.

"Yes, the silver snow fox is a kind of spiritual animal, no less than the giant dragon, but the giant dragon is naturally powerful, but the upper limit of acquired cultivation is not high, and the silver snow fox is very weak when it is young, and it must hide in the nest to grow. grow up safe."

"As for it only appearing during an avalanche—that's because the avalanche was made by the Silver Snow Fox."

"what??"

"Silver snow foxes left the lair when they were adults, and only began to learn to control ice elements. At this time, their ice magic power was already very powerful, but they lacked sufficient control power, so they often caused avalanches."

"Whenever this happens, the silver snow fox will show up to rescue the humans buried in the snow, so people say that the silver snow fox only appears during an avalanche."

"That's right." Syl yawned.

"Your Highness is sleepy?"

"Ah."

Lancelot was silent for a moment, "Then go to sleep, I will tell His Highness a bedtime story."

"Okay." Syl put his arms around Mr. Butler and closed his eyes.

"In the depths of the snow-capped mountains, there lives a nest of little foxes."

"One day, a little prince wearing a white dress passed by the snow mountain, his eyes were very beautiful - the little foxes have only seen rough hunters, so in their eyes, the little prince is the most beautiful human being in the world. "

"But at this moment, disaster happened. The snow poured down and covered the entire valley, and buried the little prince under it."

"The smallest fox rushed over at the risk of being discovered by the hunters, dug through the thick snow with his paws, and rescued the little prince. But the little prince was already unconscious from the cold, so the little fox kept guard until he Woke up...but when the little prince woke up, he didn't know that it was the fox who saved him."

Hearing this, Syl found that the beginning of this bedtime story looked suspiciously like the daughter of the sea... no, it should be called the cub of Snow Mountain.

So he asked aloud, "Did a girl appear at this time..."

"No." Lancelot glanced at Syl, "The little prince grabbed the fox by the back of the neck and said happily: 'The white fox must be delicious!' So he took the little fox back to the palace, Ready to bake."

Syl couldn't help laughing, "What kind of silly prince is this?"

Lancelot was silent.

Searle realized that Mr. Housekeeper might not understand this word, so he quickly explained: "Hanhan is...to describe this person as silly and not very smart."

"..." Lancelot looked at Searle carefully again, "He may be a little silly."

"Be confident." Searle patted his arm, "Remove the possibility."

Lancelot didn't speak for a long time, Searle felt a little strange, and asked, "And then? Did he really roast the little fox?"

"No." Lancelot continued. "The king stopped the little prince in time, because people had never seen a white fox at that time, and it was caught from the wild. They were afraid that they would get sick if they ate it."

"In the end, the little prince reluctantly released the fox back to the snow mountain."

"Reluctantly." Syl commented, "It seems that this little prince still has a bit of conscience."

"No." Lancelot looked at him again. "The little prince is drooling as he looks at the little fox's back."

"I'm still muttering, when I grow up, I will definitely come and eat you."

Searle: "..."

Lancelot suddenly chuckled, "The story is over, go to sleep, Your Highness."

Searle looked at Lancelot's blurred side face in the dark night, and said softly, "I also have a story."

"Speak, Your Highness, I'm listening."

"The second little squirrel stood on the shoulders of the first little squirrel, and the third little squirrel stood on the shoulders of the second little squirrel..."

"The eighth little squirrel stood on the shoulders of the ninth little squirrel, and—" "It kissed the giraffe."

Searle leaned over and kissed Lancelot's side face, lay down quickly, and closed his eyes, "Good night, Mr. Housekeeper."

After saying good night, he really fell asleep, so he didn't hear that very soft sound in the dark after a long time——

"Good night, my little prince."