Duke of Grief

Cervantes was standing on the square in front of the Master Tower, and when the snowflakes of the day fell to his side, he was already steamed. &1t;/

Searing breath came out of him, and this time, he didn't even use flame aura. &1t;/

Naturally, he was able to converge this kind of breath, but now that winter is approaching, the snow layer on the road has been piled up, and the snow will be straight without a leg. &1t;/

Naturally, Wind City will not be without any action, but it has been snowing almost all day in the Principality of the Winds, and even traveling has become a difficult thing. &1t;/

The road is difficult, let alone doing business, and the road that was gradually bustling has slowly cooled down. When I walked to the street, I couldn't see the bustling scenes of the past. &1t;/

With a sigh of breath, Cervantes continued to move forward, and the snow in front of him slowly melted under his slow pace, turning into a stream of water and pouring it into the renovated and transformed sewer. &1t;/

Fortunately, the sewer has been transformed, otherwise, after the snow melts, Wind City may become a country of Zeze. &1t;/

The wizards in the experiment area are making a magic machine, which is a kind of thing used to melt snow. Although it may only be used in Wind City for the time being, it is still a trial product, but now it can’t control that much. Too. &1t;/

The sky was dark and gloomy as if it would collapse in the next moment. &1t;/

There was a little hail in the blizzard, and the cold wind blew loudly. The sound of howling and howling made people close the door and let the children hide in the bed. &1t;/

The factory is still not shut down, but the very lively school used to be quiet. &1t;/

As he walked in front of the city hall gate, Cervantes saw the light from the communication room, saw the guard on guard, and saw the salute salute to him. &1t;/

Faintly, Cervantes continued to take steps. He had just returned from the Master Tower, and then at least half of the cities needed him to clear the snow. &1t;/

The frequency of requiring him to clean up the snow is not very frequent. After entering the winter, it only needs to be once every half a month, and now it is the second time. &1t;/

In addition to him, Ziegler is also working very hard. Like him, even if he does not use the flame aura, a hot breath can flow out of the body, and the temperature of this breath can even burn ordinary. people. &1t;/

Since the last warning of Latinia, they have been able to foresee a future where the destructive power of the world’s mortals will become more and more ridiculous, but they did not expect to have to wait until the next spring, when the winter begins Happening. &1t;/

Cervantes took a deep breath, turned his head and slowly spit out into an alley. There was no flame in the breath, it was simply burning. &1t;/

The snow layer accumulated in the alley began to melt slowly after he exhaled in this breath. The top layer of snow first turned into a stream of water and slipped from the snow. The one-foot layer of snow was under this breath. It quickly melted and turned into a gurgling water flow, flowing towards the two entrances and exits of the alley, flowing down the sidewalk higher than the carriageway, and flowing into the sewer entrance. &1t;/

Cervantes turned his head and looked behind him, frowning when he saw that the street had been covered with a thin layer of ice. &1t;/

Affected by the low temperature, the snow water remaining on the road condensed into a thin layer of ice. Looking around, it was already all this thin ice on the road where Cervantes came. &1t;/

Shaking his head, Black Dragon ignored it and went on. &1t;/

What he has to do now is to melt the snow that can be straight on the street and let Wind City run again. As for the thin layer of ice...then fly up and tear off the pile of dark clouds. &1t;/

Walking on a familiar street, but there is no familiar crowd on the street, Cervantes looked at these things, listened to the laughter from his ears, saw the light from the houses on both sides, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help. Upturned. &1t;/

I don't know when he started, he has been used to this city. &1t;/

In the past, when he was only a dragon, he would only eat and sleep all day long, and lived a purposeless and boring life, and then lived again for a long time, a little girl entered his life, his Life seems to become interesting all at once, no longer monotonous like a black and white picture, but also becomes colorful and colorful. &1t;/

Later, I learned from the rider of Cam Tosolo that his father was about to die, came here and inherited this territory...&1t;/

Although he has not actually governed this territory, this territory is like the crystallization of him and Sera. As a very lonely dragon, he is unconsciously used to this place. &1t;/

As Heilong recalled all the past, there was a cry in his ear. &1t;/

"...I said, have you heard?" &1t;/

Turning his head, he saw Latina holding her chest in both hands, her face unhappy. &1t;/

After glancing around, Cervantes realized that he had come to the temple area. &1t;/

"Why? Something?" Black Dragon yawned and asked knowingly. &1t;/

"It's cold this day. Will I come to you if it's okay?" Latnia slammed. "I don't want to trouble Serra because there is something. After all, she has been very busy recently to protect herself from the cold wave. I'm looking for you."&1t;/

Cervantes narrowed his eyes, "Something, say it." &1t;/

"You need to go to the Black Forest to confirm..." Latinia hesitated. "The disintegration of the seals of the gods is accelerating. I suspect that some monsters living in the Atoso Mountains have poured into the periphery." &1t ;/

"Tomorrow." Cervantes waved his hand. "There is nothing to do after midwinter. I have been very busy recently. I said to Sera tonight and will be out tomorrow." &1t;/

"Then you continue to work..." Latinia waved her hand, turning her body into a light spot. &1t;/

"It's freezing this day..." &1t;/

Cervantes grunted, but his eyes looked north. &1t;/

Flying snowflakes blocked his vision, and the gloomy sky seemed to ominously ominous, and scratched his head, Cervantes continued to move in a different direction, and the aristocratic district ignored it. &1t;/

"Yo, Cervantes!" &1t;/

On the way, he met Ziegler again, and the doll girl was still taken by him. &1t;/

After a few glances at the puppet girl, Cervantes looked at Ziegler with a big smile on his face. &1t;/

Recently, his whitewashing work is said to be going smoothly. In fact, he has made great progress in the research of a certain plague~www.NovelMTL.com~ It may be possible to develop special drugs in the near future. &1t;/

Raising his hand lazily, as if to say hello, Cervantes passed Ziegler. &1t;/

"Oh, I want to tell you something!"&1t;/

Just as Cervantes was about to leave, Ziegler suddenly stopped him. &1t;/

Cervantes turned his head and looked at Ziegler suspiciously. Ziegler suddenly said something without a head and a tail: "You have to prepare first, I will go back to the hospital to call someone now." &1t;/

"What are you talking about?" Black Dragon frowned. &1t;/

Red Dragon pointed to the south, and Canran smiled, "The plague-this is not my spread, even if I want to wash myself, it is impossible to do this kind of heartbreaking thing here! I have not found the person who spread the plague, But on Egret Avenue, I have a plague patient. Although he is not sick yet, the plague is already lurking on him."&1t;/

"...And then?" &1t;/

There was a cloud over Cervantes' face, "Clue?!" &1t;/

"Sewer!" &1t;/

As soon as Ziegler's voice fell, Cervantes turned around and left, as if his body had merged with the cold wind, and flew towards Bailu Avenue. &1t;/

Ziegler's smile converged on his face, frowning. "It's really troublesome, and I don't know which idiot... At this time, trouble, don't you want them to doubt me?"...&1t;/

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