Chapter 40 Snow Country, But There Are No Dragons There
Snow Country is a magical place, where it is like winter all year round. Especially in summer, the average temperature is minus fifty or sixty degrees Celsius. On the contrary, in winter, the temperature rises to around minus twenty degrees Celsius, which is warmer than usual.
It was autumn in the western continent, with an average temperature of minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius, but it was still enough to make Reinhardt, who had almost never experienced such severe cold, shiver.
After changing into winter clothes, Victoria added an outer garment to Reinhardt's fencing tuxedo, since the Storm Leader would find it very displeasing to see Reinhardt wearing a skirt in winter.
She changed her shoes to the same style but with lining long boots, and her dress coat to a comfortable fur-lined fitted coat, paired with a fluffy blue satin cape.
With a white fur trim around the cloak hood, Reinhardt's adorable appearance, with the cloak completely covered and his head tightly wrapped in the hood, almost made Madonna lose control as well.
Buster foresaw the two ladies' impending beastly behavior and pulled Reinhardt away, temporarily preventing the catastrophic lung attack.
"Same as always, free time. Contact me via communicator if you need anything."
Victoria and Madonna both really wanted to team up with Reinhardt, but the Son of God was too slow. By the time they were ready to stop him, the Storm Leader had already escaped with Potato.
After running for more than ten kilometers, he finally put Reinhardt down on the snow.
The sky was clear and a vast expanse of blue, but the snow remained, and it was quite thick. Reinhardt plunged into the snow like a tree branch, embedding himself several centimeters deep.
The Storm Leader, seeing this, burst into another infuriating laugh, this time with his hands on his hips. Reinhardt was completely bewildered, but silently endured it.
To be honest, he'd gotten a bit used to Buster's erratic behavior.
The robust Buster was not afraid of the cold winter, so he only wore a half-length cloak. The color of the cloak continued the arrogance of the storm leader, like a blazing flame, which made him stand out in the vast white snow.
He crossed his arms, bent down and leaned close to Reinhardt, whispering softly in his ear.
"Can you sense anything? Like the tears in the eyes, or the call of fate?"
The explanation was too abstract for Reinhardt to understand, but he still obediently shook his head.
"I can't feel it."
“Oh.” Bass nodded. “Then let’s go find the traces of the dragon. It’s more practical to ask it.”
Having said that, he turned and walked forward, preparing to lead Reinhardt into the city.
Reinhardt, who was lagging behind Buster, was about to catch up, but the son of the gods, who had never seen snow of this thickness before, had clearly underestimated its power.
He couldn't pull his leg up, and he stumbled—falling silently into the snow.
Buster turned around and saw only a blue cloak lying flat and steady in the snow.
His body moved faster than his mind; he swiftly grabbed Reinhardt by the back of his cloak and pulled him out of the snow. Seeing the white snowflakes falling softly from the Son of God's beautiful face, the Storm Leader burst into maniacal laughter.
"Hahahahahaha!!!!"
This is hilarious!
Reinhardt: "..."
Buster laughed so hard his hands were shaking. He put Reinhardt aside, reached out and rubbed the snow off the pretty guy's face, and didn't say a word for a long time.
After finally recovering, he turned around, intending to continue walking. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the son of the gods shivering in the cold wind.
Like a pine sapling forced to be planted in the snow, it trembles uncontrollably when the wind blows.
Buster had actually stuffed some of Reinhardt's clothes into his ring. Don't ask why, he just stuffed them in. But he felt that even if he took those clothes out and wrapped Reinhardt up like a ball, he wouldn't necessarily feel any better.
There were no other items for keeping warm in the ring, so Buster thought for a moment and decided to pull the person into his arms.
The warmth of his body enveloped Reinhardt instantly, and the handsome fellow finally stopped trembling.
Instinctively drawn to warmth, he unconsciously leaned closer to Buster. Buster immediately raised his arm to make it easier for Reinhardt to adjust to a more comfortable position.
The Endless was docked far away, and the crew members were all busy with their own affairs, so Buster didn't need to worry. All his thoughts were now focused on the soft and warm child of God in his arms.
The two were very close, and even in such low temperatures, he could still smell the faint fragrance emanating from Reinhardt, a scent somewhat like flowers, which, mixed with the chilly air, made him feel refreshed.
The snow-covered sea stretched as far as the eye could see, its surroundings vast and barren of any sign of life. Only Buster's footprints extended from the distant horizon, forming a long trail of life.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Reinhardt, enveloped in warmth, was almost asleep when he heard Buster whisper, "We've arrived."
Barely mustering his strength, Reinhardt turned his head to look for their destination, only to see a towering black wall standing prominently on the snowy plain behind him.
It might not be black, but that doesn't matter, since he can't see colors anyway.
The height of the wall was indeed astonishing; Reinhardt roughly estimated that it was as tall as seven or eight Storm Lords.
"The walls are engraved with restrictive spells, and flying vehicles and any flying spells cannot be used inside. The walls are very thick and can effectively withstand damage, so they focused their main defenses on the sky. Under these circumstances, it is very difficult for the Endless to invade."
The Storm Leader instinctively began to explain.
The prison break was planned for two whole years, and with the help of an inside agent, they were able to successfully infiltrate the prison. They also managed to escape quickly after the break-in without causing any casualties. Otherwise, they would have lost several capable men before they could have successfully retreated.
Reinhardt hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped. But in the end, he couldn't hold back any longer and slowly opened his mouth.
"Is there a second child of the god who needs rescue?"
The hot air from the outlet turned into white mist, drifting between the two.
Buster: "..."
No, that's not the case.
He chuckled, then lowered his head as if coaxing a child, whispering beside his cheek, "Not everyone is worth my effort. In this world, there is no other child of a god as pitiful as you."
Reinhardt felt that he was being insulted, but something felt off. Unable to figure it out, he skillfully turned his head away and ignored the annoying guy.
Buster had amused the man and was satisfied. He patted the man's bottom and continued walking downhill.
Surprised by the large number of guards at the gate, the Storm Leader raised an eyebrow, took out a potion from his ring, and handed it to Reinhardt.
The latter didn't even ask any questions. When he handed it to him, he smelled the aroma and slowly drank half a bottle.
Buster laughed as he drank the remaining half bottle, tossed the bottle aside, and then carried Reinhardt, whose appearance had changed, toward the city gate.
The two men were dressed in brightly colored clothes, and the guards at the gate spotted them immediately. As Buster, who had changed his appearance, entered, the soldiers crossed their spears and stopped him.
"A new face, where did you come from?"
“Southern Continent, Hastan Empire.” Buster answered fluently, and took out a stamped pass and identity badge from his ring, handing them to the soldier.
The soldier checked the authenticity and immediately raised an eyebrow: "Bounty hunter? Why would you travel all this way here? Aren't there many contract missions in the Southern Continent? The resources there are much more abundant than in this frozen, desolate place."
“But there are no dragons there.” Buster shook his head regretfully, looking gently at Reinhardt in his arms, and said, “I need enough money, or a treasure that can cure my brother’s serious illness.”
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Author's Note: Madonna (shocked): Brother... I never expected the leader to like incest... this kind of thing...
Buster, thinking of Battan (shuddering): Shut up! I didn't!
Victoria: You've overestimated this straight guy. He just wants to hear Reinhardt call him "brother."
Celine: So, a married couple can also call each other "brother," or "husband" or "father-in-law," right?
Buster (suddenly realizing): Oh right!
Victoria [rolls eyes]: Tch
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I'm sorry, baby, but the way you fell in the snow was so cute that I laughed too...
I don't understand anything about short or short sentences (turns head).
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