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Chapter 102: Fergusin’s Snowy Winter Castle (35)

Dark clouds covered the sky, indicating that a blizzard might come at any time.

The weather in the North is always like this. Even the prophet can't be sure of it. You never know when it will snow or ice.

Every snowstorm takes away some innocent lives, or on ordinary days, people are trapped in their sleep under collapsed houses, or the whole year's harvest is destroyed by hail.

Figithin was taken back to Winterhold under protection.

The heavy door closed tightly, and the dusty sound echoed in the hall.

Wizard Zet immediately cast a protective spell on the door.

He felt a little regretful, wondering why he didn't major in protection or evocation when he was young, so that he would be more useful when facing sudden dangers.

"Have you found the gunman?" Figessin asked anxiously as the pastor was treating the wound on her ear.

This minor injury is nothing. She has suffered more serious injuries than this more than once.

The problem lies with the person who caused the injury.

"No, not yet, but it is very likely that we cannot track him. I only saw him once, and his rank is probably not low. With the level of our personal guards, it is difficult to keep up."

Master Zet spoke as seriously as ever.

"How far away was he found?"

"At least 600 meters."

"600?" Figxin was a little surprised. It was already difficult for ordinary standard firearms to maintain accuracy beyond 100 meters.

So it's not just the enchanted bullets, the guns are also rare magical devices, and the shooter is very skilled.

Even if he is not a legendary character, his level will not be lower than level 16 or 17, otherwise he cannot afford such luxurious equipment.

big trouble.

I really think highly of her. She was actually a little excited after suffering such danger.

He is still a warlike person at heart.

Since she couldn't avoid the fate of being attacked, she would rather the one who came was a master, otherwise it would be a simple insult.

"Have you found the bullet?" she continued to ask.

"found it."

"show me."

A SS soldier immediately handed her the bullet, which was still stained with blood.

Judging from the material, it is quite expensive, with intricate patterns carved on it, and the tip of the bullet exudes a magical aura.

Flamboyant yet functional, familiar style.

Figosin suddenly laughed, a helpless laugh.

"These are bullets used exclusively by the Royal Guard," she said to Master Zet.

"what?"

"It's ironic that the royal guards are here to kill the royal family," Figesin joked.

Not only did she know where the bullet came from, she could also identify the owner of the unique pattern.

He was the teacher who was responsible for teaching the royal family members fighting and shooting when she was a child.

She was still his best student, though I don't know if he said that to every prince and princess.

Who in the palace can really be trusted?

"He didn't shoot civilians," she said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"There's no way this bullet won't penetrate the wall of flesh and blood. He's not that crazy."

"Couldn't he have just been discovered and was eager to escape?"

"That firing window can fire more than one shot. Everyone in the castle should take shelter in the cellar. He is coming for me alone."

Figesin was very clear about the teacher's work style. A task was a task and there was no need to hurt innocent people.

Also because she knew it clearly, she was sure that the other party would come again.

"Impossible, how could we abandon you..."

Figosin raised his hand to signal them not to say anything more, as there was no point in dying in vain.

This is not about clearing out bandits, ordinary soldiers can't play any role.

If you want to rely on numbers to kill high-level professionals, this number is not enough, and she is not worth the sacrifice of so many people.

She is not only the lord of the North, but also the undisputed number one in combat capability in the North.

"Follow my orders. Gather everyone in the castle first and assign areas. I'm responsible for the west side of the third floor of the main castle..." As Figesin was assigning areas, the sound of whistling wind came into the hall.

The order was given and the soldiers immediately took action.

In addition to Figgins and her guards, there are many servants, cooks, grooms and other life support personnel in Winterhold.

These are easier to call.

The problem is with these people's children, many of whom also live in the castle.

Some servants will not only be servants for their entire lives, but their children will also be servants, and their children's children will still be servants. The ceiling for promotion is to become a butler.

They are forever confined within high walls, and the nobles will tell them that this is a profession to be proud of, thus binding generation after generation.

"New comics have arrived!" Figesin shouted as he walked.

Naughty children will hide in all kinds of remote and secret corners, playing in their own little world, and will not be seen until mealtime.

Got to find them all.

So she came up with a good idea to lure them out with new comics.

Hearing Figxin's shout, little heads popped out from unexpected places.

"Sister Figgin!"

"You should call me master," the older child corrected.

"Oh, Master Figgin, where's the new comic?"

"It's okay, just call me sister." Figxin tried to stop the people in the castle from addressing each other as master and servant, but was opposed by the butler.

"Before asking questions, please bow to the master first."

"The new comics are in the cellar. You have to go and get them yourselves." Figesin interrupted the children's greetings.

"Is everyone here?"

"Benny isn't here, but he said he was hungry and wanted to go to the kitchen early to wait for food."

If it was in the kitchen, it would have been discovered by others, so Figxin felt relieved.

The children ran towards the dungeon with joy.

Figosin felt a chill on his face and reached out to touch it. It was snowflakes floating in through the window.

It started snowing.

The women and children all hid in the cellar, and the guards followed orders and guarded outside the cellar.

In the castle hall, only Figsin, Wizard Zet and Gerda were left.

Although Gerda usually works as a clerical worker, she is actually a skilled wizard of the Shaping School, specializing in ice and frost, which is very consistent with the temperament of the North.

Oh, and also present was Mr. Camera, whom Figesin took to calling Mr. because of his human-like shape.

"Is there anything you can do to help?" Figesin casually asked the camera.

There was no reply, the camera just stood there straight.

"I'm really crazy asking you this," Figesin said with a self-deprecating smile, "I hope you can record everything that happened, just as an ending to "Lin Hai Xue Yuan"."

Then she walked towards her two most familiar companions.

“It’s been an honor to work with you.”

Old Zet was a little nervous. He didn't say anything, but just nodded. He hadn't fought for a long time.

Gerda just smiled gently and was about to say something.

"Boom! Boom!"

There was a loud banging sound outside the door.

"Let's carry out the plan."

Old Zetter and Gerda ran to the sides.

Figosin picked up the battle-axe and held it tightly in his hand.

The protective spell on the gate did not last long.

With a crisp cracking sound, the protective spell completely failed, the bolt made of huge wood broke under the impact, and the door opened.

A biting cold wind blew in.

In the heavy snow, there was a gunman in front and two five-meter-tall bone demons behind.

"Wish me luck."

Figesin prayed quietly to himself.

(End of this chapter)