Flillian, I want to live.

Guter knew that if they split up, their chances of escaping would be higher, but Fearon, like Shutark, had never experienced the harsh cold of the north. In such a harsh environment, if they couldn't find a shelter...

"I will wait nearby with Master Hughtalk. If Master Gutel or Master Fulilian find the shelter, they will return and lead us there."

Naturally, Philen had no intention of dragging Xutalk along to search like a headless fly. She summoned her staff, used her magic power to gather the snow around her, and made a small nest next to the dead tree that served as a landmark to temporarily shelter from the wind and snow.

"Let's do it, Guter. Instead of wasting time here, we might as well get going."

Fulilian looked at Philen who moved Hugh Tark into the igloo, then turned to look at the two of them, and said to Gutel.

"All right……"

Gutel gritted her teeth and couldn't think of a better way for a moment. She looked at Philen again.

"Wait for me, I'll be back soon."

After leaving such a promise, Guter took heavy steps and started to explore in the direction he thought was right in the wind and snow, while Fulilian chose to go out in the opposite direction of Guter.

"hope so."

In the snowstorm, the two's backs quickly disappeared from Philen's sight. She did not linger too much, but bent down and crawled into the makeshift snow house. Looking at Xutalk, whose lips had begun to turn purple, Philen sighed, untied her cloak, and hugged the red-haired boy who was almost frozen into her arms.

Are you going to die here?

As time slowly passed, Philen's consciousness began to gradually become blurred.

At this moment, there was suddenly some noise outside the snow house.

Chapter 104 We are serious gentlemen

Did Fulilian or Guter find the shelter and turn back?

Forcefully trying not to fall asleep, Philen opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the igloo.

However, the person who bent down and leaned into the snow house from the outside could be judged from his height not to be the two people who had previously searched the shelter separately.

He had an extremely tall stature, and his broad shoulders, like a double-door refrigerator, supported the thick and gorgeous military coat he was wearing very well. Although there was snow piled on his head, the man who broke into the igloo did not seem to feel the cold, and he observed Philen and Shuttark in the igloo calmly.

"I'm lost..."

The man walked into the igloo, talking to himself, brushed off the snow on his head with his hands, and looked around and spoke as if he had returned to his own home.

However, at this moment, Philen summoned the staff without any sleepiness, and his breathing became unconsciously rapid.

Because this seemingly reliable man had a pair of large buffalo-like horns on both sides of his head.

This uninvited guest who broke in suddenly did not hide his identity as a demon at all. Although no magical fluctuations could be detected on his body, Philen's intuition told him that if the other party really wanted to kill him, he would have no chance of resistance.

"Don't be so nervous. Although I am a demon, I am good with women, and..."

The man smoothed his slicked-back hair with his hand and spoke to Philen, who was in a state of panic, with a smile.

"I'm not interested in guys who can't resist."

The man paused, then glanced down at the dying Hugh Tark, raised a finger, and added.

"Can I ask you to leave then?"

Philen looked at the demon man with long flowing hair in front of him and replied coldly.

"Roar……"

Seeing Philen's unyielding attitude, the man raised his eyebrows and showed a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

"I don't mind, but I'm afraid this guy won't be able to hold on any longer."

The man pointed his finger at Hugh Tark, who was resting his head on Philen's lap.

"what do you mean……"

Philen hugged Xutalk with his hands and stared at the man like a puppy guarding its food.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him, at least not yet."

The man stared at Xiutalk's face. His bright red hair and handsome features reminded him of a powerful warrior he had met before.

"It's so similar..."

The man muttered as he snatched Hugh Tark from the reluctant Philen. While carefully observing the red-haired boy in front of him, he reached out and unbuttoned his military coat one by one.

"Hey, so the demons also have that kind of metamorphosis habit?"

Looking at the naked upper body of the demon man standing in front of him, Philen covered his eyes with his hands and showed a look of disgust on his face.

"What are you talking about, little girl? If we don't find a way to warm this guy up, he's going to die soon. I don't want to see a soldier with a bright future die like this. That would be too boring."

As the man spoke, he hugged Hugh Tark into his strong chest, then pulled his military coat to wrap Hugh Tark and himself together.

While Philen encountered the shirtless demon uncle, Fulilian also encountered a pervert.

"Hey! Hey!"

In a dark hut, a muscular man with short hair like a hedgehog was doing squats with his upper body naked in the sub-zero temperature.

"Good! Good! I'm warming up!"

The man kept exercising and shouting slogans as if to cheer himself up.

"excuse me……"

After many twists and turns, Fulilian unexpectedly found the shelter. As soon as she opened the door, she saw this somewhat shocking scene. However, after a brief moment of surprise, her expression quickly returned to normal and she walked into the shelter carrying her suitcase.

"Eh?"

The man who was doing warm-up exercises turned his head, and when he saw Fulilian, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Ah, so there's firewood here."

Fulilian picked up the firewood placed by the fireplace, and then threw it into the fireplace while lighting the fire with magic.

The warm and bright fire filled the entire shelter in an instant.

"Oh, that's a big help, little girl, are you actually a magician?"

Seeing the fire rising, the green-haired man hurried to the fire, warmed his hands by the fire, and spoke to Fulilian.

"Yes, uncle, but I have lived for more than a thousand years..."

Fulilian turned her head and looked at the green-haired man beside her. On his face, there was a pair of conspicuous pointed ears, almost exactly the same as Fulilian's.

"Isn't that totally a little girl?"

The green-haired man smiled and said to Fulilian, who was also an elf.

"That's right..."

Fulilian glanced at the man next to her who had a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, then turned her head to look at the burning fire and said in agreement.

"I haven't seen anyone of my kind in about three hundred years."

After warming up his body, the man sat down cross-legged and chatted naturally with Fulilian.

"I thought the elves were extinct, little girl."

The man said to Fulilian with some emotion.

"I also think so."

Fulilian rubbed her hands, which were frozen stiff in the snowstorm, and answered without hesitation.

"The snow came exceptionally early this year. Although I successfully crossed the Xueweiya Mountains, my fire was extinguished by the blizzard. Without a fire, I found this shelter, but I can only squat to keep warm."

The man turned his head to look at the snow and wind outside the house, which was even more violent than before, and explained to Fulilian the reason for his previous abnormal behavior.

"I see."

Fulilian accepted the man's explanation.

"Oh, by the way, after talking so much, I forgot to introduce myself."

The man put his fist to his throat and cleared it.

"Ahem, I'm Monk Kraft."

The man named Kraft briefly introduced himself to Freellian.

"I am the magician Fulilian."

And Flillian also gave Kraft a brief introduction.

"My truck broke down nearby. Once the snow stops, we can get supplies."

Kraft then went on to tell Frillian the information he had.

"Compared to those..."

However, Fulilian's mind was not on supplies at the moment.

"what happened?"

As if he could see what was on Fulilian's mind at the moment, Kraft asked in a concerned tone.

"My companions are still waiting for me in the snowstorm. I need to go get them. Can you help me, Kraft?"

Flillian looked into Kraft's green eyes and requested in a somewhat depressed tone.

Chapter 105: Throwing Objects in the Air is Not Advisable

"Companion?"

After hearing Fulilian's request, Kraft turned his head and looked outside the house where the wind and snow were blowing heavily.

"I'm sorry."

Kraft closed his eyes and declined Fulilian's invitation.

"Is that so?"

Fulilian reluctantly put her hands, which had just been warmed by the fire, into her pockets, stood up and said.

She didn't mean to blame Kraft.

"Then I'll go by myself."

Fulilian turned and walked towards the door. She stretched out her hand and opened the door of the cabin. In an instant, the strong wind sweeping in from outside blew her back several steps and she almost fell to the ground.

"You should know that going out in this kind of weather will not only fail to save your companions, but will also cost you your own life."

Kraft flashed and appeared behind Frillian, stretched out his arms to hold Frillian who was falling backwards, then used his back to prop up the creaking door in the wind, closed it against the wind, and bolted it.

"..."

Fulilian was silent.

Rationally speaking, what Kraft said was indeed correct. However, when she thought of Philen who was still waiting in the blizzard, even the emotionally indifferent Furlin could not accept that she was alone here.

"When the wind and snow die down, I'll go with you to find your companions. You should be past the age of acting on impulse, Fulilian."

Kraft saw Fulilian's hesitation at this moment. He closed his eyes, as if recalling some old events that had been buried deep in his memory, and comforted Fulilian in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

"That's right."

Fulilian clenched her fist and agreed with Kraft's statement.

"I don't know if you believe that the goddess really exists, Fulilian, but I believe in her from the bottom of my heart. After all, if she didn't exist, I would be very troubled."

Seeing that Flillian had given up the idea of ​​committing suicide, Kraft also let go of her hand. In order to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere in the cabin, he walked to the fireplace and talked to himself as if chatting about family matters. Then he took out a wooden carved goddess amulet from the pocket of his coat hanging next to the fireplace.

"I will pray for your companion. If she is a good and pious child, the goddess will surely keep her safe."

Kraft knelt down by the fire, holding the goddess amulet in his hand, and spoke to Fulilian in a confident tone.

"Goddess, huh..."

Fulilian walked to the corner of the room, curled up and sat down, with a confused look in her eyes.

"Flillian is the type of person who doesn't believe in the existence of the goddess at all."

Seeing Fulilian's reaction, Kraft smiled.

"Except for the first mythological era, the goddess who created this world has never appeared once in the long river of history."

Fulilian said with her head down.

"You're so young, Fulilian. I used to think so too."