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The weather in winter is really cold, but fortunately this excavated cave can provide simple warmth.

Although it is only big enough for two people to squat inside or lie down directly, they can sit on the ground to resist the strong wind outside.

And snow had begun to accumulate on the ground, and besides being cold, anyone who lingered around here would leave footprints.

The only good news was that there were no footprints nearby. It seemed that the killer thought that the fire had burned the two to death, so he did not investigate further.

But Grunberg couldn't go back, and it was unrealistic to go to other cities, such as Altdorf, Bergenhafen or even Uberek.

The distance is too far. Not only can people not walk that far in winter, even horses can't.

This was a cave by the river. Windlow skillfully used flint to make a simple campfire outside the cave.

And by the way, they smashed a big hole in the frozen river surface to fish, cut fish and grill fish.

"Ninety-nine, one hundred, damn it!"

Mousse carried a huge wooden stake on his shoulder and kept doing squats. Finally, he gritted his teeth and threw the stake onto the ice.

Then they rowed for a while and stopped by the river.

Instead, Windlow took two ropes tied with nails, fixed the wooden stake and dragged it back out of the cave.

Such useful firewood cannot be left lying around.

Mousse, who was only wearing a thin coat, did not wipe the sweat off his body, but slowly touched his heart.

My strength still hasn't returned. Is it because of the curse or the disease? Is it the pain from crossing the ocean? Or is it the internal injuries from the recurrence of the old illness?

Mousse didn't know, he only knew that he was far from his prime now.

This is the biggest secret of the dark elves. Once others know their weakness, the law of the jungle will prevail.

The only way to be weak is death. I might die because of my weakness, which is understandable, but what should I do about that guy Windlow?

Then he walked towards him who had already prepared the grilled fish. The guy was squatting by the campfire.

Just wait for a while and you can enjoy the delicious grilled fish. It has been de-fishy and a little salt has been prepared.

As a result, Mousse came over and kicked Windlow to the ground, then sat on his waist.

"Ten push-ups. You are not allowed to eat until you finish them."

Huh? What does this mean?

This action completely confused Wendlow. It was good that Mousse was diligent in exercising, but why did he have to drag him into it?

My physical fitness has never been good, so there is no need for me to train like this.

"In fact, violence often cannot solve problems. Negotiation is the best way to solve problems."

Mousse just sat on Wendlow's waist, looking down at him with cold purple eyes.

"Merchant, merchant, you always think that everyone can negotiate with you. In this world, there are many things that cannot be negotiated with. Chaos, orcs, any danger can easily take your life."

"Your body is too weak. You must train. Ten push-ups are already very merciful."

If this sentence was said in Naggaroth, it would definitely draw the ridicule of other dark elves.

For the dark elves who practice slavery, merchants like Windlow can only be treated as slaves and stewards, and these two options are not eligible for training.

Slaves must be exploited at all times to ensure that they do not have the power to resist.

Let slaves increase their own strength? Hahahaha, if there were other dark elves here, they would probably think that there was something wrong with Mousse's brain.

However, Mousse had no way of expressing his true thoughts.

Deep down in her heart, she actually felt that she had no way to protect Wendlow.

Then he immediately shook his head, and even wondered why he had such a thought.

Dark elves never think about protecting others.

"If you exercise your body well, you won't die so easily. If you stay alive, you can make money for me. You almost died in Glenburg before. Have you forgotten?"

This made a lot of sense, and even Windlow couldn't find any fault with it.

The only problem is that my physical condition is too poor, and the mousse is really not light.

After doing ten push-ups with weights, I was on the verge of collapse.

The good news is that my body temperature is well maintained, my whole body is warm, and even when I am extremely tired, the food I eat tastes so delicious.

Even better than what we had at the banquet a few days ago.

Nutritional supplements and adequate exercise.

"Take a short break, we'll go back to Glenburg tonight for revenge!"

Mousse still kept her mission of revenge in mind, but this time, Wendlow rarely agreed with her.

"Yes, that's right. We are not afraid of being stolen, but we are afraid of being remembered. No matter who we have offended, we must find out who it is."

After saying that, he stood up and stretched. He didn't expect that exercising was quite good for the body. At least he felt relaxed after the hard work.

Pack up and go into the city at night.

At this moment in Glenburg, Kruppler was drinking in front of the rebuilt inn.

He was sitting next to the hotel, drinking all kinds of alcohol, and had already gotten himself completely drunk, with all kinds of alcohol bottles surrounding him.

"Wendalo, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have recommended such an inn to you. You were burned to death by a fire."

Yelling and drinking.

The innkeeper has already negotiated with Krupp many times. After all, no one wants a fire to happen.

I plan to compensate him with some money and let the matter be.

However, it can be seen that Krupp and Windlow have a very good relationship. They did not ask for a penny of compensation and just got drunk in front of the hotel.

Whether in his hometown or in the military camp, there are always people who like to deceive the honest Kruppler. From childhood to adulthood, only Windlow has never deceived him.

Or there are very few scams.

The feeling of losing his best friend made him physically and mentally exhausted. The military camp also gave this guy a few days off. It would be better for him to go to a funeral than to train listlessly every day.

"Or go tell him you're still alive."

"No, no, no. Kruppler is too honest. But he has done us a big favor now. Everyone in Glenburg believes that the two of us died in the fire."

It has to be said that in terms of thinking, Mousse also knew that Windlow was much better than him.

Reckless revenge may result in the wrong target of hatred and may not lead to any escape.

"So, we two 'dead people', what should we do next?"

In many situations, dead people are indeed more useful than living people.

Wendlow also began to think about the ins and outs of this matter. The only people who could possibly become enemies were at that banquet.

They were all local nobles and wealthy families. After first ruling out some people that had never been seen before, all the clues finally fell on a few people.

This of course includes the four major families of Glenburg. Windlo, who is a native of Rick Territory, immediately thought of something.

Then he immediately stood up and looked at Mousse.

"I know, I know. I know everything now. Now all I need is evidence to verify my guess."