Chapter 323 Close Protection

It's late at night.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled and the red firelight shot out, illuminating most of the castle hall.

The two of them sat on chairs, one leaning against the fireplace, and sparks flew out from time to time.

The young king listened to the witch telling a story about the north.

That story comes from a distant dark age, cold and cruel, full of death.

"The Dongwan people struggled in an extremely harsh environment. They had not seen the sun for more than a hundred years. They mistakenly thought that they had lost the sun forever. Groups of domestic animals froze to death, parents suffocated their children, and the human race was almost wiped out. Until the original Winter King came to the rescue. The gods promised never to betray this land, and they were given a living space. This was also a nightmare that the Wandong royal family would never get rid of for thousands of years to come..."

"Is the legend true?" the king asked.

"Most of them are unbelievable," replied the witch.

"Only bluffing legends can be passed down. If you want to listen to the stories, I have many here. Cang Yue's, Yi Ge's, and the wilderness gods of the plateau... Before Your Majesty established the order of the Seven Kingdoms, all races were growing barbarically. , after the establishment of the order of the Seven Kingdoms, those legends did not cease.

"Your Majesty has conquered the Yigo people, but he has not conquered the land of Yigo; he has conquered the Dongwan people, but he has also not conquered the northern land. Because the Lord of the Black Iron Crown is sometimes beyond his reach, the secret history of the palace describes his worries about the north: If there is a disaster, it will either come from the underworld or from the north, and the enemy may come from those distant days forgotten by the world."

"But I can't see their shadows yet."

"My King, because you are too young, you may think that it will be very cold in the past few years, but every ten years or decades, this land will usher in a period of cold years. Some people think that this pattern is normal. , but some sages believe that this is just a coincidence, it will change, it will change, it will shatter everyone's common sense, and the ominous sign was verified a hundred years ago, and the tribe of the Frostmen evacuated the endless ice field. , but amid the chaos and death, there is also hope to change everything.”

The witch said, "When darkness and disaster come, and cold fills the earth, some unique people will stand up, hold up torches, and light the way ahead, and the world calls such people heroes and leaders."

Crackling!

The sound of burning wood.

The flames danced in the fireplace and sparks flew from it.

The darker the winter night, the warmer the flame, the deeper the darkness, the more penetrating the flame.

The backs of the two people were stretched very long under the reflection of the fire, with one end extending from their feet and the other end submerged in the darkness.

The witch's story is finished.

The young king remained motionless, meditating quietly.

…

In the morning, Roman woke up from his dream.

He smelled a light orchid-like smell coming from the bed. The owner of the smell was soft and fragrant. Lying beside him, he could clearly feel the softness and tenderness of his skin.

"Your Highness..." She sat up, lifted off the warm fur blanket, and stood up to help Roman get dressed.

"Won't you sleep a little longer?" Shasta asked.

The chill is flowing inside the house, and the cold wind outside is strong enough. It started snowing yesterday and has not stopped all night, and there are still snowflakes flying.

Roman tied his belt and said, "Today the caravan brought a group of slaves. I'm going to take a look, lest those idiots are lazy and don't follow my requirements."

Shasta had no choice but to put a cloak on him, then quickly put on his underwear, underwear, sweater and black sheepskin jacket, and followed Roman out of the bedroom.

The two came to the hall and saw Margaret sitting alone at the long table, biting the bread in her hand without saying a word.

The arrival of Roman and Shasta did not elicit any reaction from her.

"Margaret, you are eating bread again." Shasta sat down next to her. "Eat something else." She put a few slices of bacon on Margaret's bread, and pushed the plate with dessert over here.

The latter neither rejects nor accepts.

After having a simple breakfast, Roman said to the maid, "I won't be back at noon today. I will cook more dinner and clean up another bedroom. A lady will live here in the future."

"Okay, Your Highness." The maid bowed.

Roman and his party left the Castle of Abundance on horseback.

Margaret lagged slightly behind. Shasta saw that she was worried, so he rode alongside her and asked in the howling of the cold wind: "Margaret, what's wrong with you?"

The bloody witch said softly: "You guys talked for a long time last night."

Shasta nodded and said, "I told His Highness the story I heard from the prophet."

Margaret pointed out: "I spent the night in His Majesty's room."

Shasta was slightly stunned. This was the first time she heard Margaret mention this matter, but she made no secret of it. "His Highness asked me to warm his bed. I have no reason to refuse." She said, "And we are his Guard, stay as close to him as possible to avoid being taken advantage of by assassins."

The Archduke of Armor Breaker died in Dragon Castle. Taking a lesson from the past, Shasta felt obligated to provide closer protection for Roman.

This is the only way they have now.

"Margaret, what's wrong with you? Just say what you want to say."

Margaret fell into a long silence.

Her long bloody hair covered most of her delicate face, but her appearance and posture were gloomy and heavy, and the low air pressure made people afraid to get close.

Shasta clearly saw her blood-red thin lips move, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it.

She wondered what Margaret was thinking.

The Bloody Witch rarely paid attention to the outside world. Even when she was on the run, her sisters complained, but she never saw Margaret waver in the slightest. She continued to do things silently.

But why did she suddenly talk about this?

What did she mean by those unspoken words? Or did she think she shouldn't do this?

But Shasta thought it was okay. The Witch Forest was not a monastery, and witches were not nuns. As long as they did not harm other sisters, witches had the right to choose their spouses.

Most people did not like witches, believing that communicating with them would bring misfortune. Once they mated with them, their souls would fall into hell after death. Only a few men or women who were looking for excitement were willing to have sex with them.

Her actions did not harm other sisters, or her original intention was to protect Margaret.

Margaret's spells were very special. Because of the spells, she suffered great pain. She would go crazy when she saw blood and kill people like crazy, but she was the pillar of the Witch Forest.

Shasta always paid attention to her and was also concerned about Margaret's mental state, fearing that she would not be able to bear the pain one day and would completely lose control.

Shasta knew Margaret's character very well. When he asked her but got no answer, it was often because she herself did not know what to say or what to do.