"Let's do it here."
Amelia led Erica to a relatively spacious wooden cabin and handed her the key.
"Keep it safe, there's only one, and it's a hassle to get a key made."
Erica took the keys and said, "Thank you."
Amelia waved her hand and turned to leave.
Erica opened the door and entered a very cozy house.
The room was furnished very simply, with only two chairs, a long table, and a bed.
A red flame burned in the fireplace.
Several animal skins hung on the wall, and the dim light made one feel drowsy.
Erica was no exception.
However, she didn't forget to take a hot shower.
About half an hour later, Erica left the bathroom.
Her clothes were magically dried, and only a few drops of water remained on her long golden hair.
Feeling drowsy, she slumped into a chair covered with animal skins.
As he gazed at the ever-burning fireplace, a red flame seemed to flicker in his eyes.
The room was warm, but Erica felt a little melancholy.
In a daze, Erica was lost in memories.
She reflected on the long journey of the past few days, and on the snow-covered northern frontier.
I wonder how things are at home now.
Memories flashed through my mind.
She thought of Professor Victor.
He recalled the terrifying scene of Professor Victor attacking him with all his might that day.
Everything was burned, and the sky was colorless.
She unconsciously curled up her body.
That terrifying sense of oppression always made her tremble whenever she thought about it.
Viktor had a significant impact on her, so much so that she didn't know which direction to strive for.
It felt like no matter how hard I tried, I could never catch up with him; the gap between us was like an insurmountable chasm.
As she gradually recalled the past, exhaustion eventually overwhelmed Erica's body, and drowsiness finally enveloped her.
She should be sleeping in bed...
However, the stove is quite warm, so it wouldn't hurt to lie here and take a nap.
Suddenly, the wind outside the window picked up.
It sounded like something was stuck to the window, making a sticking sound.
Erica was a little confused. The sound brought her back to her senses, and she unconsciously looked towards the window.
It was a piece of paper, but it wasn't very clear in the dim firelight.
Magic light bulbs are not common in northern Xinjiang, so she could only stand up and walk over.
He conjured a flame spell in his hand, which glowed faintly and shone on the window.
This time, she saw it clearly.
That was an arrest warrant.
The portrait on the wanted poster looked very familiar to her.
She could hardly believe that it was the person she had been longing for.
Perhaps they just look too similar.
How did Professor Victor end up in the North?
Even if he is here, why is he wanted for committing a crime?
This makes no sense.
But the more Erica thought about it, the more flustered she felt.
Finally, she glanced down and her eyes widened.
Her lips moved slightly, and she softly read out the name written on it.
“Victor Clavner”.
...
Time flies. Erica has been here for three days now.
She gradually adapted to life here.
Training began early on the snowy plains.
Dozens of mages around him were also doing the same training.
They were not only there to protect Erica, but also sent by Duke Reeves for special training.
Hiking, cross-country running with heavy loads in the snow...
All sorts of physical training were put on Erica at once.
Erica was not used to such high-intensity training at first.
However, after only three days, she has become increasingly skilled.
Vladimir stood by, arms crossed, supervising.
He would nod in satisfaction from time to time.
"General."
Hearing Dick's voice, Vladimir turned around.
"Those bastards have shown their faces at the border again?"
The "bastards" he was referring to were, of course, those disgusting barbarians.
However, Dick just scratched his head and said...
"Contrary to what you think, General, the barbarians haven't shown their faces for quite some time now."
"For some inexplicable reason, they started to behave themselves."
Vladimir was somewhat puzzled. He gave Dick a look, and the two hurried toward the Magic Guild's post station.
The operation was very secretive, and no one else noticed their departure.
"What happened?"
Vladimir mounted his horse and asked:
After fighting with the barbarians for so many years, the old man understood that these barbarians were not people who could stay idle.
Among these barbarians, there were naturally some very formidable opponents.
They possess a unique profession, seemingly born warriors, and are known by the people of the North as—Berserkers.
Unlike ordinary warriors, these berserkers seem to have no fear of pain. They fight in a frenzy and without reason, and are extremely sensitive to blood, which is like a source of power for them.
Even Vladimir found it somewhat troublesome to encounter barbarian warriors of that caliber.
This is why the barbarians have been able to run rampant in the North for so long, yet the Pale Sorcerer's Guild has still not driven them out.
Even if they wanted to push their way out and give these barbarians a hundred miles more space to live, they would have to see if these mages had the ability to go toe-to-toe with berserkers.
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