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Windlow and Mousse immediately agreed on a strategic approach.

All subsequent actions were for Karl Franz, Elector of Reikland.

The emperor will be elected in the spring, and sufficient evidence must be obtained before that.

"The so-called elector is just a chance encounter with you."

Mousse opened her arms and gestured in front of herself. This was her unique action, and she would always do this when negotiating with others.

"Why would he trust you? He is more likely to trust the nobles. The information on the parchment is very unfavorable to him."

Mousse only raised the problem but did not propose a solution. The elves do not understand human politics.

Windlow built a new cabin to ensure that it was warm and ventilated.

In addition to being a chef and a waiter, he also works as a maintenance worker and architect, and also serves as a decision maker.

The current situation is very unreliable, and there is no channel for collecting information.

The nobles of Glenburg would certainly strengthen their defenses after the fire and would not give the two any further chances.

Windlow, who always had a lot of clever ideas, could only sit next to the campfire, pour the freshly boiled snow water into a ceramic bowl, and then wait for it to cool down.

At the same time, take out the frozen fish buried in the snow.

"Now that things have come to this, let's eat first. It's a pity that I can't let you live in the city this winter."

"Dark elves are never afraid of the cold of ice and snow."

Mousse shook his head. He really didn’t understand why humans had such a short lifespan yet were so leisurely?

Forget it, I just sat next to Windlow, waiting for this winter to pass.

It turns out that Windlow was not idle.

He not only learned how to find food in a forest environment, but was also able to collect enough food in the forest.

In addition to dried wild vegetables, you can also find squirrels and snakes that have hibernated. After roasting and disinfecting them, they can be turned into a sumptuous meal that is enough for two people.

This is a good feature, and it will not be affected when traveling in the forest.

In addition to adapting to the woodland, there will also be no harm from nature in the forest area.

Even daily work and actions were arranged by Mousse.

After waking up from the shelter in the morning, do that first.

After that, it’s breakfast, and after breakfast we go into the forest to look for food.

I train my physical fitness in the afternoon, and do the same thing after dinner in the evening.

This regular life lasted for the entire winter, and Wendlow's physical fitness and other aspects improved rapidly.

It’s a pity that he didn’t lay a good foundation in his childhood, and now the training from Mousse can only allow him to hold on for a little longer when facing strong enemies.

The most important thing is that Mousse discovered a very strange phenomenon.

The two stayed in the forest for a little too long, and Windlow's body was also undergoing some changes.

First of all, his vitality has been enhanced. There is no downward trend in his energy and endurance. In fact, they are getting stronger day by day. This has been verified by Mousse himself.

Then every time Wendlow went out to look for food, he was always able to find something to eat.

Although Windlow always said that it was the businessman's luck, Mousse knew very well that luck would not always succeed.

Coupled with daily training, theoretically this guy would be so tired that he would fall to the ground and wouldn't want to move for the whole day.

But every time, Windlow managed to get through it, and even the muscle soreness was relieved after just one night.

Of course people with a good foundation can do it, but this is Windlo, who has no foundation at all. How can he do it?

In the end, Mousse still felt something strange.

This is the most acute ability of the elves, to sense the wind of magic.

The magical wind emanating from Windlow was weak, but it was the genuine life wind of the Eight Winds of Magic.

In the language of the elves, "Jilun" represents the magical wind of life magic.

It’s a kind of magic related to plants and healing that rises and falls with the seasons and the forest.

A high-level life wizard can summon the forest to revive, causing a vine to grow wildly and become a towering tree.

It can also create a petrified body, making the target extremely hard for a short period of time.

And the novice life magician can also use the power of nature to slowly nourish his body and speed up recovery after being injured.

Mousse was already very certain that Windlo had mastered life magic unintentionally.

But this is what surprised the Dark Elf Lord of Fear the most.

It was previously confirmed that Windlow could use frost magic and necromancy, so why did he learn life magic on his own without any guidance?

It is impossible for life magic and necromancy magic to merge, and the human body cannot bear two winds of magic, let alone three winds of magic and mixed magic.

It's too weird. Maybe we should capture a high elf magician later. I'm afraid only that group of relatives can investigate what happened to Windlo.

As the winter snow melted, the stream began to flow again and birds began to sing again in the forest.

Windlow also swam several laps in the river shirtless.

Then he jumped onto the shore and stood in front of Mousse, expressing his gratitude to the dark elf dread lord.

Although being tortured by mousse this winter was painful and joyful, there is no doubt that she was doing it for her own good.

After various trainings, Windlow already had a stronger body, and at least now he had a high probability of being admitted into the Imperial Provincial Legion.

Doing physical work is not as tiring as before.

The most obvious thing is that every time after being masturbated by Mousse, there is no longer any contraction and pain like at the beginning.

"Thank you, Mousse. After a winter of training, I feel much stronger. I'll make you whatever you want for lunch today."

Mousse said "whatever" absentmindedly, and then saw Windlo walking into the forest with his bare chest and a stick in his hand.

She was of course well aware that just one winter of training would not turn such a sickly person into a ready-made soldier; it all depended on magic.

But why doesn't life magic conflict with necromancy?

Is Windlow a necromancer or a life mage? And what exactly was going on with the frost magic in the Tavern in Stillman that day?

While Mousse was still biting his nails and thinking, the man had already returned from the forest.

He even picked up a deer that was stabbed to death with a stick. Was this something that Windlow hunted?

A deer? He had neither the speed nor the strength to kill a deer.

"Hey, Mousse, look, I speared a deer. I guess it's just the beginning of spring, so this guy hasn't recovered his speed yet."

While speaking, Windlow walked back to the camp and easily threw the 50-kilogram, fully -pound deer to the ground.

I was just sweating slightly and my breathing was a little faster.

"Haha, don't we have dry food for the journey to Altdorf?"