"Don't joke around!" Lin Mo grinned.

"Hahaha!" Tomon laughed, revealing his toothless mouth, his eyes gleaming with mockery. "Then let me tell you the truth! He actually asked me just now if this young man riding a white horse with fair and delicate skin was my daughter! It's truly laughable."

The servant shook the snowflakes off his arms, gently turned his horse around, and prepared to return.

“He’s probably never seen a man without a beard in his life.” Tomon shook his head with a smile, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. “Come on, let’s hurry back. If Boss Pu can’t find us, he’ll definitely be furious again.”

Lin Mo turned his horse around and followed in Tomon's footsteps, marching towards the column ahead. The cloak given to him by Pu Hang was draped heavily over his shoulders.

This cloak was meticulously sewn from unwashed fur, every stitch revealing a rough and primitive texture. Following the servant's instructions, Lin Mo wore the furry side against his body, as if embracing a warm flame.

This cloak was not only enough to shield him from the raging wind and snow, but it could also provide him with a warm haven on cold nights.

During their ride, Lin Mo couldn't help but ask Tomon, "Tomon, have you really killed a Titan?" His voice trembled slightly in the cold wind, but his eyes revealed determination and curiosity. Tomon laughed heartily, his voice echoing like thunder across the open plains.

He turned his head and stared intently at Lin Mo. "Kid, are you doubting me? I, Tormon, am not the kind of person who likes to brag."

That happened in winter. I was just a little kid back then, and little boys are all a bit silly.

I ran so far that I killed the horse.

Not only that, but it was also hit by a storm.

A real storm, not this flour-sprinkling weather.

It was a real storm, a blizzard capable of shaking the heavens and the earth!

Ha! I know I'll freeze to death before the storm subsides.

Guess what? By the grace of the gods, I found a sleeping giant, just like you saw.

No, a giant even bigger than what you see.

At that moment, I mustered my courage, cut open her stomach, and climbed inside.

It was indeed warm and spring-like there, enough to keep out the harsh cold outside.

But as you know, that indescribable stench was like a poisonous gas, almost making me faint.

I covered my mouth and nose, trying to suppress my nausea, hoping to catch my breath in this temporary haven.

Worst of all, she woke up in the spring and treated me like her child.

In the days that followed, I was forced to drink the giant's milk. Although the taste was strange, I had no choice but to make do with it in this life-or-death situation.

Ha! Looking back now, that experience was full of hardships and embarrassment.

But sometimes, I still miss the warmth and sweetness of that giant's milk!

"She breastfed you, how could you kill her?"

"I didn't lay a hand on her—you must keep this a secret. The 'Giantslayer' Tormund sounds far more valiant than that 'Giants Baby' Tormund, doesn't he?"

"This guy really looks like Xu Chu," Lin Mo thought to himself. "I wonder if the system used you as a template to create Xu Chu."

After chatting with Tomon for a while, he came up with a plan: to build a good relationship with this simpleton and extract some important information.

"Hey, Brother Tormon, what's with your other nicknames?" Lin Mo pressed, "Those nicknames that Boss Pu calls you. Like, King of Wine? Husband of the Snow Bear?"

"Are all your hosts this curious about everything?" Tomon raised an eyebrow and asked in return. I shrugged helplessly and replied, "Alright, since you insist, I'll tell you the story."

Here's the story. It was another winter, colder than the one I spent inside the giant's belly. It snowed day and night, and the snowflakes were as big as your head—not like this small scene.

The snow fell thick and fast, like goose feathers, and the entire village seemed to be half-swallowed by the thick white snow, with only the rooftops and treetops showing. I lived alone in that striking red hall, where the only sound was the gentle murmur of falling snowflakes.

My only companions are the silence and that barrel of aged wine.

With nothing to do, my only pastime was drowning my sorrows in alcohol. As the alcohol went down my throat, my longing for the girl next door grew ever stronger.

She was strong and beautiful. She had a terrible temper, yes—but, well, being with her was quite cozy.

You know, during the snowy season, don't men need to keep warm?

Hehe, and then what?

The more I drink, the more I think about her, and the more I think about her, the more my body reacts.

Later on, I couldn't take it anymore.

Like a hot-blooded fool, on a whim, I immediately wrapped myself tightly in a fur coat, even burying my head under a thick wool scarf. Without hesitation, I rushed outside, braving the swirling snow, determined to find her.

The snow was falling so heavily, a vast expanse of white, that the road ahead was almost invisible. The biting wind pierced my body like sharp knives, and I felt as if my bones were about to freeze. But I didn't stop; only one thought occupied my mind: to find her.

Finally, in the wind and snow, I found her. Like me, she was wrapped tightly in a fur coat, with only her bright eyes showing. We smiled at each other, as if all the cold and hardship had vanished in that moment.

Hehe, you know! That girl has a temper that's truly exceptional. That day, I mustered up my courage and pulled her into a tight embrace, but she struggled fiercely, resisting so intensely that I could barely defend myself.

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