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A cold hand stretched out from the darkness and placed on Windlow's neck very slowly but decisively.

If possible, these hands could easily break his neck.

And in such darkness, there is not even the slightest chance of resistance.

Then the hand moved up and finally gently stroked his cheek.

"You said fifty-fifty, where's my money?"

Mousse emerged from the darkness, having been hiding behind Wendlow.

This was the essence of why she followed Windlow, just to make more money and then return to Naggaroth.

"The profit from the dinner table is 80 silver coins, 40 silver coins per person, count them."

"No need to count, you can trust it."

Compared to the beginning, Mousse already trusts Windlow very much, and in addition to money, there is even a special feeling for him.

I clearly chose to cooperate with this human in order to make more money, so why are there these extra emotions?

The dark elves, who have been killing and fighting all their lives, do not understand the extra emotions in their hearts.

Putting 40 silver coins into the bag, the heavy weight makes people feel happy both physically and mentally.

If he earns one more point, he can return to his hometown earlier. At the same time, he can ask Wendlow to find someone to help him get rid of the curse in his body.

"Damn it!"

Mousse immediately protected Windlow, wrapped him in a blanket, then picked him up and rushed to the window.

Then he broke the glass and jumped out.

Just as she broke through the glass, the door was cut open by someone from the outside and a Molotov cocktail was thrown directly in.

When it touched the ground, the specially treated liquid in the Molotov cocktail burst into flames, and the entire room was instantly engulfed in flames.

Although this was the second floor, Windlow, who was protected by a blanket, did not suffer any harm.

He struggled to crawl out from under the blanket and looked up at their room, which had already turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The Glenburg Fire Department responded quickly, the alarm sounded immediately, and the Imperial Provincial Army who were still on duty immediately turned into firefighters.

They came with buckets of water to put out the fire, wave after wave.

At this time, Mousse pulled Wendlow into the shadows.

"Someone wanted to assassinate us. I didn't see clearly. It was the fire thrown in from outside."

The Dark Elf Dreadlord spoke in a low voice while looking around vigilantly.

"It's safe now. We must escape. If possible, it would be better to kill a man and a woman and throw them into the sea of ​​fire. Unfortunately, your provincial military fire brigade arrived too quickly."

Wendlow squatted down, then held his head with his hands and his eyes widened.

There is no reason. I have never offended anyone. Even if I have, it would only be a small matter.

Moreover, the people he dealt with were all merchant groups, and the previous river pirates could not enter the city at all.

"Have you figured out who did it? I suggest you follow the hate list and kill them one by one."

"Calm down, Mousse, I need to calm down too. There is no such thing as a hate list. This was a very sudden incident."

Wendlow almost went over the entire business experience in his mind.

The river pirates are not capable of committing crimes in the city of Glenburg, and there is no trace of any aura. This can only mean one thing, that is, people inside Glenburg want to kill them.

As for who it is, the only guess now is the young man at the banquet.

But there is no reason for it. It's okay for a kid from a rich family to say harsh words, but it's unrealistic to ask him to do anything harsh.

Just leaves a doubt.

"Have you thought it through? No matter who you suspect, we can't stay here any longer. Retreat."

Mousse pulled Windlow up from the ground, and then ran quickly towards the city wall under the cover of night.

In the darkness, a figure watched the hotel room turn into ashes in the fire, and then slowly left.

Windlow and Mousse have already arrived at the city wall. It is difficult to come in from the outside, but it is very easy to go out from the inside.

The two quickly left the city of Glenburg and entered the dark outer forest.

It was safer to stay here because they were unsure what else the people who wanted to kill them were planning.

It was already late at night and the weather suddenly cooled down. We were still hiding from pursuit and couldn't just light a fire.

Fortunately, Mousse wrapped a blanket around Windlow, piled some dead leaves and hay on the ground, and then put the blanket on top.

It can prevent the cold ground from absorbing the temperature from your body.

But there was no campfire to provide warmth, let alone bedding to keep them warm, and the two of them had already begun to shiver in the cold night.

"That's nothing. The ice and snow of Naggaroth is much colder than this."

Although Mousse was trying to cheer Windlow up, she herself could hardly stand the cold.

In Naggaroth, at least there are braziers and houses to shelter from the cold. We are not witches with mental problems. Everyone is afraid of the cold.

The only thing to be thankful for was that both of them had their fill.

"Come on, let's hold each other for a while. The friction will generate heat."

Although Wendlow said this, Mousse obviously misunderstood his meaning.

But it doesn’t matter. I can stay warm by following Mousse’s method, and I spent the first night safely without catching a cold or suffering from hypothermia.

The next morning, in addition to the soreness in his legs, Windlow also felt a slight chill on his forehead.

A snowflake melted on his forehead, and then the whole sky began to snow, one after another.

The first snow of winter had fallen in Glenburg, and the temperature began to drop at the most frightening rate.

But the temperature during the day is still much higher than at night, so the two can move freely.

It is considered safe in this deserted forest. If they return to the city, there might be people who want to assassinate them who are always watching them.

"I'm going to kill the young man who had a conflict with you at the banquet!"

Mousse moved his wrist, and a terrible crackling sound came out.

The hand holding the golden badge sword was grabbed by Wendlow.

"It's not appropriate, because I'm not sure if it's that guy. If it's not him and you leave, I'll be in danger."

"Damn it!"

Mousse really doesn't like the situation where the enemy is in the dark and he is in the light. It is too passive.

"Then what do you want to do?"

This was also the first time that Wendlow encountered an assassination attempt, and he didn't know who he had offended.

We can only adopt the most conservative strategy.

"We will set up camp in the forest first and try to survive the winter. At the same time, we will gather intelligence in the city. There are clues to everything."

"Okay, your safety is more important."

As Mousse spoke, he retracted the sword in his hand and followed Windlow into the depths of the forest in an anti-reconnaissance pace.

They dug a cave in an extremely secluded place and made all the necessary disguises.

This should allow us to avoid the assassin.

Although there are no beastmen, greenskins or ferocious beasts in the winter forest, there is the most terrifying cold and killers without any relevant information.