Crimson Servant.

Chapter 218 A Little Magic
With Dalia's preparation, all the needs for the journey were ready. They initially planned to requisition a group of sled dogs trained by the Snow family. These large, long-haired dogs could provide more efficient transportation in the thick snow than horses.

Unfortunately, perhaps because their sense of smell was too keen, when the big dogs, which were not yet leashed and full of energy, approached Francis, they lay on the ground, pressed their noses with their front paws, and drooped their ears listlessly, refusing to move an inch even when Dalia dragged them.

"Sorry, it seems they are sick." Dalia was puzzled by the abnormality of the dogs. She untied the ropes, squatted down and stroked the backs of the sled dogs, gently calming the panic in the pack.

"We don't carry much supplies, so it won't take much time even if we walk." Francis proposed a remedy. As for the reason for the abnormal behavior of the dogs, he could only attribute it to the fact that he had been wandering in the wilderness for many years and feeding on wild beasts.

John and Lucien also noticed the unusual situation, the former's mouth twitched, and the latter smiled. No one tried to tease the elf with a special temperament with this point, they all understood the consequences of unfriendly interaction with Francis.

They carried their own bags, and Dalia thought she had enough strength, so she tried to share some of the burden with the two spellcasters, John and Lucien.

John declined politely. He never worried about the weight-bearing problem. Even before he had dragon blood to strengthen his body, Virtis's chains of sin would have created a load-bearing structure in the gap between his back and the bag.

Lucien smiled and made his bag disappear, even moving around with ease as if his bag really didn't exist.

"The lightness of mind will not be weighed down by reality."

"What a waste of effort." The sorcerer commented on his trick.

On the way to the north gate, the reputation of the Snow family once again attracted a group of followers for Dalia. They did not approach the four people, but kept a distance and watched Dalia's back from a distance, their eyes filled with fiery respect that was completely different from the cold weather.

This strange group of followers was stopped by the guards at the city gate, but the gaze did not end and they continued to walk for a distance with Dalia and the other three.

Those strangely enthusiastic gazes made the adventurer say few words along the way. At least the coldness in the air regained the upper hand, and the long sigh of the noble daughter appeared on the vast snowfield.

"The expectations of the people are both Snow's glory and Snow's shackles. My father always taught me this, and these expectations have become the driving force for us to push ourselves forward."

Worried that her companions might misunderstand her, Dalia turned around and waved her hands to explain.

"I don't mean to show off. I am proud that my family is loved and I am willing to do my best to live up to this respect. But if possible, I still hope that I won't be expected by so many people. It's really tiring."

Francis and Inlucian looked at each other, as if they resonated with Dalia's words. Both the dark elves and the illusionists broke free from the mission given by their families, although they believed that their own cases were special and not worth emulating.

Only the sorcerer, John, did not understand the family's troubles, but that did not mean he had to refute Dalia's remarks. The friendly behavior of this unique noble had already received John's silent response.

In the afternoon, the adventurers came to an abandoned town, which was once the temporary residence of the Northrend excavation team. After the mines were exhausted, the townspeople abandoned this place and moved to the warmer south.

Most of the houses here were covered with snow, and one of them was crushed. The cold wind blew on the broken beams and blew across the small roads in the town.

They found a relatively clean and intact wooden house with a working fireplace. Dalia put down her luggage and said to her companions, "I suggest that we rest here for a night. The road ahead has entered the range of the Annie Helan Snow Mountain. Our goal, the abandoned family mine, is in the valley. It is very dangerous to travel in the wind and snow at night, and we also need to be vigilant against dangerous creatures such as snow trolls."

"As you wish, young lady." There was no objection, for Lucien soon ordered Francis to go out and chop wood.

"Call me Dalia." Dalia stopped the elf who was about to go out and expressed her willingness to go with him. Francis nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Miss Dalia." Inlucien shouted to the outside of the door, and then closed the door with a smile. He turned around and saw the sorcerer who moved to the center of the room and stared at him.

"It looks like we're the only ones here."

"If you're unhappy, you can leave." John said coldly. He had long noticed the desolation around the town. The two people who went out to find firewood would definitely take some time, enough time for him to teach a certain illusionist a lesson. He had always been upset about Lucien's teasing, and now he had a rare opportunity.

Lucien laughed twice and answered under John's dangerous gaze. "No, I don't have any negative emotions."

"I have it." John stretched out his hand, and thick blood fell to the ground like a pool of mud. A pool of blood spread out from under the red robe, and tentacles crawled in the blood like long snakes. Without any scruples, the follower of the Crimson God exposed his terror to the followers of the Phantom Lady.

Lucien looked at the twisted and evil posture displayed by the Crimson Follower, his eyes widened a little in surprise, and he felt a little uneasy.

"Francis should have reminded you that I am proficient in illusion spells."

John tilted his head.

"Yes, but Francis didn't remind me more, so I have a question."

"Can you swim?"

……

Dahlia held a pile of firewood in her hands and glanced at the elf beside her who was carrying more firewood than her. She was really amazed by the tall and thin elf showing off his sharp blade and strong body. She originally thought that she could be the leader in strength in this team that seemed to lack muscle mass, but the cruel reality once again extinguished Dahlia's little thoughts.

The "perfect hitter" is really strong.

Francis tilted his head slightly, giving Dalia a questioning look.

Dalia's body immediately stiffened and she felt cold sweat crawling up her back. She pretended nothing had happened and ran a few steps quickly. The cabin came into view.

They saw Inlucian standing outside the door.

The illusionist, who was at ease in the snow, also smiled at them.

"Are you back? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Dahlia hurried over and gratefully took the hand of her respected adventurer, Mr. Inlucian.

"Your hands are so cold, Mr. Lucien, aren't you cold?"

Because Lucian was smiling, only the sharp-eyed Francis could notice the stiffness at the corners of his mouth.

"That's your illusion, Dalia. Well, let's go inside quickly."

Dalia felt like she was experiencing surprises along the way. The interior of the wooden house had been completely renewed. The mold and dust on the floor and walls had disappeared, and the entire wooden house had returned to the state where people had lived there all year round.

"I did some light cleaning and cleared out a little trash," John replied with a rare smile.

"This is not easy. How did you do it?" Dalia raised her head and looked at the spotless roof.

"A little magic."

(End of this chapter)