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Several cracks suddenly appeared on the thick wooden door, and a bulge instantly appeared on it.

Then the nails fixed on the wooden door and the door frame were popped out by brute force, and then the entire door flew out completely, hitting the thick brick and stone wall, stirring up a layer of dust on the ground.

Outside the smoke and dust, a woman's figure slowly appeared, her lavender eyes slowly lit up, and then turned to one side.

"Wendeluo, you guessed it right, this place has been abandoned."

Mousse waved his hand in front of him to sweep away all the smoke and dust, paid attention to the environment inside the house, and then revealed a very disgusted expression.

"Clean up, then you cook."

This house is the only intact place in the entire ruins.

With a simple tidy up, it is not only sheltered from wind and rain, but also very safe. As long as you guard the door, other places will be safe.

Don't expect Mousse to do the physical work. This guy has already climbed to the highest point of the town ruins and looked around.

He bit his lip, with an unhappy expression on his face.

As the Dark Elf Dread Lord, she knew some basic layouts too well.

Windlow was right at the beginning. The best way was to return to Wissen Territory and take a boat.

The ruins the two of them are in now are really not safe.

Since it is completely far away from human cities, all kinds of unexpected enemies may appear, and beastmen are just one of them.

Moreover, there are plains for several kilometers around and there are no shelters, which means that the enemy may come from various places.

In addition, this is the only ruin, so there must be something like them that chooses to sleep here.

This was a huge strategic mistake made by Mousse. This misjudgment was even equivalent to the mistake she made in Naggaroth.

(For details, please read "Under the Black Tower", the story of the dark elf dread lord Mousse)

Mousse bit his nails, then jumped down from a great height, rolled to release the force, leaned against the door, and brushed off the dust on his body.

It is very difficult to make a dark elf admit his mistakes, but if he doesn't admit it, Windlow is not a fool.

Although he cannot see through my thoughts, he can easily analyze what I am doing because of his logical reasoning ability.

I pushed the door open with gritted teeth, only to hear the sound of ping-pong coming from the other side of the cabin.

Window, Windlow picked up the scattered wooden boards one by one, and with the help of nails everywhere, he blocked all the windows.

When it comes to personal safety, he, as an imperial merchant, is certainly much better than the Lord of Dread. This is one of the few areas where he is better than Mousse.

Even after reinforcing the doors and windows, he turned around and spat out the nail he was biting in his mouth.

"Are you hungry, Mousse? I'll cook right away."

The lavender eyes suddenly relaxed, and for the first time, Mousse felt so comfortable, even all his tiredness was completely gone.

The dark elves had no time to relax, but they did not expect that such a sense of comfort was brought by Windlow.

For some reason, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and slowly walked towards Wendlow.

"I can eat anything. Everything you cook is delicious."

After saying that, she slowly walked to Wendlow and then slowly sat down. This scene scared Wendlow half to death. What happened to this elf girl?

Did he see something up there, or was he injured when he jumped down?

The dark elf would not expose his wounds, nor would he show any tenderness, but he had to know what happened to Mousse. It would be bad if such a powerful warrior was unable to fight.

After lighting the campfire, ensuring ventilation, and stewing the food, Windlow finally had some free time and reached out his hand to Mousse who was sitting next to him.

He slowly took her hand, then pulled down her coat, then turned Mousse towards him and looked deeply into her lavender eyes.

"Mousse..."

As soon as Wendlow opened his mouth, Mousse directly put his lips over to cover his mouth and kissed him passionately.

Isn’t holding hands, taking off coats, and looking into each other’s eyes just for the sake of what’s going to happen next?

I didn't expect that this human would come to his senses and take the initiative.

With a puff, the boiling water in the pot jumped out and splashed into the fire. Windloo reacted immediately and broke free from Mousse's arms in a few moves.

It's strange. I just felt her pulse and it was very steady, nothing was wrong.

After taking off her coat, I checked that she didn't have any external injuries, and there was no tension in her eyes.

This only means that Mousse was not injured at all, which made Windlo feel very strange.

The fact that a dark elf dreadlord has become like this can only mean that there is something wrong with this place.

He lowered the campfire and served Mousse her meal. Wendlow took his own food and walked around the cabin while eating.

Mousse was really abnormal today. Maybe there was something here that could affect the elves, but it would not affect human existence.

It was clear from just one sentence between the two of them what had happened. It was nothing more than Mousse wanting to admit his mistake and Windlow wanting to check if he was injured.

But during this walk, I did discover something strange.

There was actually a basement in this cabin. After opening it, I found that the space inside was only enough for one person to stand.

There was nothing here except a few dusty copper coins, which seemed to be the owner's small treasury.

But it was still a small fortune that I could share with Mousse.

It was getting late, so after completely sealing the doors and windows, we could go to bed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door from the front.

Mousse immediately threw away the bowl in his hand, pulled out his weapon, and quickly jumped to the wall, his muscles tensed and his eyes narrowed into slits.

Wendlow was also very nervous. He quickly put the pottery bowl in his hand on the ground and stood up cautiously.

"Who is it? It's so late at night."

As soon as these words were spoken, the knocking on the door outside stopped immediately, and a sharp female voice sounded from outside the door.

"I'm just passing by. Let me go in and hide for a while. Someone is chasing me."

In the middle of the night, a woman said that someone was chasing her. This definitely sounded like something was wrong.

Naturally, Windlow refused. He had already reinforced the cabin, so it would not be easy to break in.

At this moment, a gold coin was stuffed through the crack in the door, emitting a very dazzling light under the faint firelight.

As an imperial merchant who traveled far and wide, Windlow would not be wrong, they were indeed gold coins.

At the same time, the woman outside the house became more and more impatient.

"Please, let me in and let me escape from being hunted down. I will give you another gold coin after I succeed."