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Chapter 171 Snow Moon's Thigh
Summer June 3th.
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The air in the black pine forest always carries a mixed smell of damp wood and decaying leaves, which is a bit pungent when you breathe it in.
Im emerged from a cave, carrying a small box.
The cave entrance is hidden by dense bushes and thick vines, making it extremely difficult to find without careful searching.
Not far away, a middle-aged man dressed as a hunter, with sharp eyes, was sharpening his hunting knife.
Im and the hunter exchanged a glance.
"Is the carriage ready?"
"It's nearby."
"Bring him here, the master will be here soon."
"it is good."
The hunter turned and walked out of the pine forest, quickly disappearing into the shadows.
After he left.
Richard blinked as he walked out of the cave.
There is a teleportation array inside the cave.
He and Im had just set off from their base, using the teleportation arrays scattered throughout the Black Pine Forest, jumping more than ten times to get here.
It's not a pleasant experience. Not only is there a slight feeling of weightlessness during teleportation, but there are also blinding flashes of white light.
Even closing my eyes didn't help; my entire consciousness was completely blank, as if I had been blinded by a bright light and lost all feeling.
Fortunately, it's alright.
In just a few minutes, we arrived at the edge of the pine forest on the outermost edge of the Frost Peak, saving a lot of time.
It's just too expensive.
He and Im spent more than twenty gold coins on a single teleportation, which was worth as much as one of Xueyue's long, white legs.
The carriage was already prepared. Richard climbed into the carriage, Im drove the car, and they left the Black Pine Forest towards Frost City.
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Frostburg.
The lord's study.
Lucy sat behind the large desk.
That stunningly beautiful face, capable of captivating countless young talents in the North, was now filled with sorrow, and a hint of weariness lurked in its eyes.
There was another person in the study.
He was the chief minister of Frost, an elderly man with meticulously combed hair and deep nasolabial folds.
"Miss."
"Three days ago, the Wolf Army left the River Valley Territory, but instead of heading to Frostfoam Territory, they went around to Redwater Territory again."
"result..."
The chief minister paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, as if he was uncomfortable saying what he was about to say.
"Like the River Valley, Baron Chishui chose to surrender, but he was still hanged on the city gate, leaving no one alive, not even his family or confidants."
The summer temperature was a bit muggy, but Lucy still felt a chill run up her spine and straight to the top of her head.
"The latest intelligence indicates..."
The chief minister's voice lowered, carrying a suffocating sense of impending doom.
"After leaving Chishui Territory, Benlang set his sights on Yaoguang Territory, and the Yaoguang Viscount ordered a million acres of farmland to be burned down."
"Then he abandoned the city and fled with his family and confidants. Now, Yaoguang Territory doesn't even have a single extraordinary soldier."
"but..."
"I heard that Viscount Yaoguang's entire clan was captured by the Wolf Riders in the wild, and their current situation is unknown."
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Lucy sat frozen in her chair, lost in thought.
She had a great harvest this summer hunt, capturing five powerful combat mounts, which filled her with a tremendous sense of accomplishment.
Now...
It was like being doused with a bucket of ice water, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.
I've only been away from the frost for a little over half a month...
The sky over the North...
Is it about to change?
No.
It's about to overturn!
Earl of the Wolf was known for his composure and meticulousness. How could he suddenly become so cruel?
Hanging a nobleman, once done, could be seen as venting anger or serving as a warning.
But several times in a row...
This is no longer a provocation; don't miss the full story: Chapter 170, Snow Moon's Thigh, available here. This is a blatant trampling of the entire aristocratic order and centuries-old rules!
The reason why tradition becomes tradition.
The fact that it has been able to survive for hundreds of years on this cruel land has its own harsh survival logic and balance rules.
It restrains the strong.
It also protects the vulnerable.
Once this tradition is openly broken in a bloody manner by a powerful individual with absolute strength...
No one knows who will be the next victim, and this fear of the unknown is more terrifying than war itself.
"Where is Grand Duke Shuangmo?"
Lucy forced down her shock and looked at the chief minister with her clear eyes.
He inquired:
"Aren't the army he mobilized returning yet? The north is in such chaos, he can't just abandon it, can he?"
The chief minister sighed deeply, his expression a mixture of confusion and bewilderment, and continued his report.
"According to reports from the front lines, Grand Duke Frostmoor is still leading a large army in pursuit of those unknown attackers in the Cape region, and has no intention of immediately returning to the Northern Territory to deal with the Wolf Run Rebellion."
"What!?"
Lucy jumped up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound that mingled with the girl's screams, echoing throughout the study.
This news.
She was even more shocked than when she heard that Viscount Yaoguang had burned the fields and fled!
She stared at the chief minister in disbelief, as if trying to find a trace of a joke on his face.
no...
The Grand Duke's family must still be in Frostfowl Territory, right?
The wolves could attack at any moment, so how could he possibly stay in the Cape region and waste time with a clear conscience?
No matter how hateful those attackers are, they are not as important as the safety of the North!
Just as she was speechless, feeling a tightness in her chest with nowhere to vent her anger, the chief minister took out a sealed letter from his pocket and handed it to Lucy with both hands.
"Miss, this was specially given to me by the Viscount before he went to the Southern Territory. He instructed that it be given to you only after you return from your summer hunt."
Lucy was taken aback.
He reached out and took the letter.
The envelope was sealed with sealing wax and bore the coat of arms of the Frost Clan.
She was filled with doubt. Why would her father leave her a letter before going to the Southern Territory?
She carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
There was only one sentence on it, which could be read at a glance, but she read it several times.
First time.
A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and her delicate brows furrowed again, utterly puzzled.
Second time.
She pursed her lips, as if she were savoring the meaning between the lines.
The third time.
A pair of eyes suddenly widened, as if what they saw was not words, but an extremely dazzling bolt of lightning!
Shock!
"So that's how it is..."
A soft, almost delirious murmur escaped from her lips.
She began pacing back and forth in the study, sometimes looking down at the letter in her hand, sometimes looking up at the intricate carvings on the ceiling.
His lips moved silently, as if he were repeatedly chewing and digesting the weight of every word in the letter.
The chief minister held his breath, stood frozen in place, not daring to breathe, but the curiosity in his heart was almost bursting out of his chest!
What exactly was written in that letter?
What could possibly make a young lady, who had tried so hard to remain calm after the horrific events of the wolf's flight, show such a shocked and even bewildered expression?
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The time was as long as a winter in the North.
Lucy finally stopped.
She stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her back to the chief minister, gazing at the roses in the Frost Castle garden outside.
She let out a long sigh of relief.
As she exhaled, her previously stiff and tense shoulders visibly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
She slowly turned around.
To face the Chief Minister again.
All the confusion and anxiety had faded from those beautiful eyes, leaving only a clarity that came from sudden realization.
It even carried a hint of...
An indescribable, complex radiance.