That’s Hilarious

Faced with the information that the soldiers brought back one after another, Roland knew one thing, and that was that there were no more trolls in the forest. As for whether there were any traces of trolls outside the forest, that was impossible. Got it.

Because the snow is already as high as some people.

After a night of accumulation of 100 meters of snow in the city, it often took them half a day to clean up. The snow in the city also took about 2 hours to clean up because of the bonfire and the temperature.

The dawn is getting earlier and darker and darker.

They could only spare a few hours a day for training. The bad weather made everything fall into a dead silence.

Beam's caravan said last month that it was the last time. Because the snow this year was too heavy, he simply brought enough food for the winter. Otherwise, Roland and the others would have to blaze their own trails.

. . .

Viscount Whitney.

Lord's Hall.

In the entire lord's hall, ten braziers were burning. From time to time, the wind leaked in from the gaps, and the flames blew up and down, and the temperature was only maintained at an acceptable level.

Viscount Whitney wore thin clothes for the so-called aristocratic demeanor, but this still couldn't hide his somewhat fat figure.

He sat very close to the brazier in front of him, and from time to time he put his hands on the brazier in front of him to bake, which was burning vigorously under his instructions.

From below, the flames distorted Viscount Whitney's appearance, which looked rather ridiculous.

But Jeremy Knight, who was standing below, could only sullen his face to prevent himself from laughing.

"Tell me, is there anything unusual about those trolls?" After speaking, he yawned. He obviously had some trouble last night. He adjusted his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, leaning on the lord's seat padded with bearskins. superior.

Hearing this, Jeremy immediately slandered. It's been almost December since the order you issued in early October, and it took two months to remember this matter. You are really busy, and I have to run outside in such a cold day.

Although I haven't explored it since the snow was able to cover my knees. However, as long as everyone can't make it, it's not my problem.

Of course, the main reason is that the people above don't care, and the people below don't take it to heart. Maybe they forgot or deliberately lazy, who knows.

"My lord." Jeremy knew that Viscount Whitney paid a lot of attention to etiquette, so he bowed first, and then continued: "This year's snow is particularly heavy, and everyone is trapped in the city."

"Yes?"

Viscount Whitney was a little confused. He hasn't been concerned about this issue recently. 'What I have to say is that the wife of the Orgus Knight still has a lot of taste and has many new tricks. ’

After thinking about it, he licked his tongue, 'Knight Ogus, I thought he was just a fool who was stunned by his daughter. What I didn't expect was that he dared to hook up with the Viscountess. Now, we are even. Bar. ’

Viscount Whitney's thoughts are flying farther and farther, not knowing what he has to be proud of, this is simply outrageous.

This is really incredible.

Knight Jeremy, who was waiting below, didn't hear a response for a long time, but the flames blocked his observation. He didn't know what the Viscount was thinking, so he could only stand below and wait silently.

"How cool!"

Jeremy: ? ? ? , what's so cool?

Eating melon guard: ? ! ? Still the master is cool, although I don't know why, but? ? Why would I say it?

Hearing the murmurs of the melon-eating guard, Viscount Whitney's face was full of question marks, and she thought, why would you feel good about guarding the door? Only then did I see Jeremy Knight standing below.

what happened? ! ?

"Cough. Cough." Only then did Viscount Whitney remember what he was doing. He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, and then said, "The city was closed by heavy snow recently. Before, did the trolls make any noise?"

In the end, he was still afraid that letting the Dawning Mercenary Corps build a city there would cause revenge from the trolls. As for what he thought at the time, wasn't that a chance to weaken some trolls, and he could pull a cannon fodder without spending his own money, just doing some manipulations, which made him proud for a long time.

"My lord, at first, the trolls sent scouts to harass them to cut wood, but after several battles, the trolls no longer care about them, and now they have built a wooden fortress."

"Huh? That's what the trolls look at? Are you sure you're not joking?" Viscount Whitney felt incredible about this statement. At that time, he also wanted to imitate his ancestors to develop territories, but was beaten in the head by the trolls. dizzy.

"How many battles? How many casualties were there on both sides?"

"Causes and injuries?" Knight Jeremy thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Just a few trolls died."

Co-authoring how many battles you said is this? Viscount Whitney was obviously very angry. "How many battles did you tell me about the deaths and injuries of several trolls?"

Seeing this, Knight Jeremy had to bite the bullet and said, "It's true that a few times, when they were cutting down trees, they attacked humans a few times, but they all shot and killed them. After that, no trolls came to peep."

Viscount Whitney was silent for a while before she said, "Afterwards, did they enter the Evernight Forest to investigate?"

"Yes, my lord, they sent 300 people."

Before Jeremy could finish speaking, Viscount Whitney interrupted him and asked, "You said they sent 300 people? You mean there are other people? How many people do they have now?"

"About 500 people, my lord."

"Sure?"

"Sure. My lord."

Seeing Jeremy's quick and affirmative answer, Viscount Whitney fell into contemplation, where did they recruit so many soldiers? Could it be that they are looking for treasures with the support of some major force ~www.wuxiaspot.com~? This reminded him of a folklore. Could it be that there is really a treasure of trolls in the Evernight Forest?

After thinking for a while, I rejected this idea. There are too many folk rumors. If all of them are true, the world may have been destroyed. Viscount Whitney smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"Go on."

"Yes, my lord. They sent 300 people to explore the Evernight Forest. It seems that they encountered a troll army and retreated back. Dozens of soldiers were lost and many were injured."

"Did they fail?"

"It seemed that they were defeated, and I didn't see anything they had captured." Jeremy seemed to think of something again, "They seem to have captured some meat? Maybe it was hunted prey?"

Viscount Whitney, who heard this, burst out on the spot. "What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing is sure, what's the use of talking about you."

A bunch of plausible possibilities, leading to an uncertain result, is equivalent to all farts. Viscount Whitney rubbed her swollen head and said, "Well, when the snow on the ground melts in the spring of next year, you can help me with a word for Andal."

"Let's just say, I intend to restore his knighthood. If you can help me acquire the Evernight Forest, I can give him the Evernight Forest and give it to a baron."

Jeremy obviously knew his master very well. His heart was calm, and he even wanted to laugh a little. Lord Viscount gave him a bad check again.

If his words can be fulfilled, he must have hundreds of barons under his command now.

Thinking of that kind of picture, Jeremy just felt that the picture was too beautiful and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

No, I can't laugh.

. . .