Cthulhu Gonfalon

The winter in the four northwestern towns is extremely cold, although the barbarians from the icefields say that this is not awkward, but for ordinary people, every winter is extremely difficult, and the body is not good enough to die. It is commonplace. Things.

In fact, if it wasn't for the winter here, it would be more difficult for people to run from the gold coin federation. Or perhaps it is because the winter here is so harsh that it will allow every new fugitive to have a living space every year.

"Although it sounds reasonable, I don't like it at all." Harman pushed his car on some empty streets. The car was the body of several frozen dead. "I should have been a small businessman." Put a small stall or walk the streets and lanes. The result becomes a cleanup of the body..."

He muttered dissatisfied, but in fact there was not much complaint about the job.

After all, for the blessing of this job, he can at least earn money to support himself.

In this cold winter, you can eat food every day, even if you are not full, it is happy.

Uh... It would be better if you could have a slightly thicker clothes!

The ground in the town is not flat, and the shoddy small flatbed is a little hard to push. The dead people on the car are bumped and hopped from time to time, and the dead body is collided with a cold, stiff voice.

"Come on, Harman, you don't want to be one of them!" Harman said to himself, "The coldest part of this winter has passed. After this month, you can continue north, until you The legendary playground goes! It is said that as long as you can get there alive, even if you can’t, you can learn a skill and be able to live a peaceful life...”

Relying on this kind of self-comforting words, or relying on labor to let the body produce some heat, he successfully passed the day, the key is to earn the money to eat.

Compared to the day, the night is much better. There are no lords in the four northwestern towns, and there are no laws prohibiting deforestation. He has already stocked a lot of firewood in his own home. With the traditional trampoline, the cold at night is not terrible.

But when the next day, a huge difficulty was placed in front of him.

"You don't need a corpse today." The sturdy guard captain waved his hand and said in an understatement, "There are no one or two dead people on the roadside. It's no big deal. It will be packed up in two days."

Harman wisely gave up the intention of pleading, and he knew that those were useless.

Those who died of starvation on the side of the road, who did not ask for it? Can that change their ending?

Forget it, go back and bring some firewood back. Hungry for a day or something, just be patient.

It turns out that there is no way to endure hungry in the winter.

So every time at noon, he was already hungry and dizzy, sitting in the middle of his hard-working firewood, and could no longer stand up.

"It is said that all the creatures that died in the ash forest will be turned into cheekbones, and then become the sergeants who are haunted at night." In the exhausted dizziness, he smiled and said to himself, "I don't know when I become a sergeant, I will What is it like?"

"...the soldiers are not all the same?" The voice of a little girl came.

Harman reluctantly moved his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a little girl wrapped in a thick robes and looked at herself curiously. Not far behind her, there are a few boys and girls who wrap themselves like a scorpion, and a woman wearing a waist blouse that is completely out of proportion to the cold winter.

"This uncle, what are you doing on the ground?" The little girl came over and asked with a smile.

Harman gave a wry smile and replied: "I don't do anything, I am starving to death, or I am about to freeze to death. No difference."

The woman in the blouse waved her hand and a red light fell on him, so that the body that had been frozen almost impossible to move quickly warmed up, and then she let a teenager carrying a big backpack take out some faces. Pie, Harman broke out at a speed that he had never experienced in his life, grabbed a cake and gorged himself.

This cake is really good! It's soft and sweet, there's a lot of oil inside, it's very delicious, and it's not easy to be shackled.

Harman ate a whole piece of bread at the speed of sweeping the autumn leaves, but when he was ready to eat the second piece, he was taken back by the woman wearing the blouse.

"If you eat again, you will kill yourself." Her voice is full of vitality, and there is a feeling that it can burn. "I am the magician Felix, I am going to build a magic school belonging to me here, by the way. Do some urban construction. Are you willing to work for me?"

Harman didn't hesitate, and he lowered his head deeply: "The grace of life is not a sign, please tell me!"

"I don't mind. I'm not reluctant." Miss Felix said, "I don't want my style, and anyone who sees this will do the same thing as me."

Who will do the same thing?

Harman lowered his head and recalled that he had been holding food more than once, and hurried past the people who were about to starve.

He felt that he was very small and small like an ant.

Half an hour later, they came to the town of Pyrox. Miss Felix directly found the place where the big men who ruled the town met, and did not know what she said to the big men. Anyway, when she came out, she had already added a "Gemstone Town Mayor". title.

A great magician who is not afraid of the cold, need to be the mayor of a broken town in the district?

Harman was a little confused, especially when he noticed that Miss Ferrex’s right hand was slightly stained with blood... The female magician seemed to be a bit strange whether she was dressed or styled.

Miss Felix found his gaze, smiled, grabbed a handful of snow on the side of the road and wiped the back of his hand: "There have been some over-the-top guys in the past few years, so when you negotiated, I forgot to control the powerlessly - but rest assured, there should be no life."

... Is the magician using his fist to negotiate? Harman felt that something was wrong.

"Haha, there is no need to mind about this little thing, let's go, let's find a place to build a house."

Miss Felix and her students—the boys and girls who wrapped themselves up like scorpions—have come to where Harman lives. The terrain here is wide and close to the town wall, which is very convenient.

Then, this strange magician finally showed the power of a magician.

She took out a gray wooden stick and pointed and painted on the open space, so the ground shook and was frozen. The hard soil like the stone rolled like a living mud, built the appearance of the house, and then rebuilt. Solidified and turned into the color of the stone.

This incident seems to be very laborious. After the house is built, even the energetic Miss Felix is ​​a bit tired. She complained that "change the spell is really troublesome", like Harman's incomprehensible words, took out some bedding from a small bag, let the students set up their rooms, and she stood at the gate and put her fingers out. The flame burned a line on the wall next to the door of the weird house where the squares were stacked.

"My calligraphy is good," she said proudly.

"... sorry, I can't read."

"This little thing doesn't have to be minded. It's good to follow the study in the future." Miss Felix's interest was not affected at all. She smiled and said, "This is the 'Isuka Magic School', you have to remember it. Because from today At the beginning, you are an employee of our school!"

After building the house, of course you need to buy the necessary furniture. Miss Felix sent Harman to take the students to buy furniture and other things that might be used, and they took the magic school.

After everyone walked away, she looked up and looked at the air that seemed to have nothing.

"Under the vacant mask, do you think this broken town really hopes to build it?"

The voice of Xiongxiong came from the air of nothingness: "The so-called hope, this is from despair, not to mention the time when the town has not reached despair. As long as it takes time and spirit, I think it should still be able to revive. ”

"But what is there in this town? There must always be production."

"If it is so easy to find the direction of revival, why should I invite you to the great magician who came from this businessman?" Yan Xiong said with a smile, "A powerful magician is not difficult to find, but a magician who knows how to operate and build it." There are fewer. You see the Secret League is so big, there are many legendary mages, but how many legendary mages can make their territory decent? There are a few such as Lamperus."

Feirex laughed because of his praise: "As it is, if anyone can do it, then I don't have to take a look!"

She jumped and jumped to the roof that was significantly higher than the house next to it, looking around the low and dilapidated houses.

"Maybe I should find a painter to paint this scene." She used her hands to draw a picture frame and circled the scene in front of her, saying with great interest, "Wait for my magic school to prosper in the future." At the time, this painting can be used as a commemoration to open the eyes of the freshmen who have just entered the school, and encourage them by the way."

Xiongxiong, who was invisible in the air, smiled. With a wave of tentacles, a picture made of special materials that did not invade with water and fire appeared out of thin air and floated in front of her. Above the picture, it is the town of Gem in the moment.

A broken town, the whole child casts a breath of depression and sorrow, and even the guards seem to be weak. Only the strange square house on the edge of the town reveals a unique vitality.

"This is a good idea." He said, "Give it to me. Every time I will paint the appearance of this town, leave enough commemoration for you."