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Since there was already an extra Liyana, Mida did not mind bringing Luo Lun and Mo Lini along as well.

"Thank the great Liyana, you are basking in her glory." Liyana patted Mo Lini's shoulder, her tone carrying an exaggerated sense of bestowing a favor.

Mo Lini looked at Liyana with a gaze as if looking at an idiot.

"That little look in your eyes really is exactly like Moke's... Have you been possessed by Moke? Hahaha, just kidding."

Liyana laughed to herself, reaching out to rub the top of Mo Lini's head. "After all, you are so cute..."

Crunch— Mo Lini suddenly raised her head and bit Liyana's palm.

"Ah!"

"Moke... no, Mo Lini! Let go! Let go of your mouth!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

"Who taught you this trick!"

Mo Lini opened her mouth, tilted her little head, thought for a moment, and replied earnestly, "I just suddenly wanted to try biting... Maybe ancestor Moke taught it to me in a dream."

Liyana shook her hand. On her fair palm, there was only a row of shallow teeth marks. "How is that possible! I do not believe in such absurd things..."

"Do you need healing?" Musen emerged without warning from the open pages of a book, which startled Luo Lun.

Liyana glanced at Mo Lini. "No need, the skin is not even broken... Moke used to bite much harder than this little girl."

The little red beast blinked innocently.

Liyana felt she had been careless lately, even forgetting to keep her guard up when petting this guy's head.

From now on, she would have to use the touch method to pet her.

Mida let out a lazy yawn and curled up into the warm blanket. A pair of delicate dragon wings folded, completely wrapping her small body, and even her head was buried inside, looking like a pitiful little ball.

Mida was ready to rest.

Suddenly, Mida raised her head, then stood up straight again, and walked outside.

"Mida, what are you doing?" Liyana asked.

"Going out to play."

Liyana stuck out her tongue. Mida obviously did not want to tell her, but this excuse was a bit too far-fetched.

Leaving the room, Mida fluttered her small wings and flew away.

"Aina, does that child have something on her mind?" After Mida left, Liyana turned to ask Aina. "For a sensible and introverted child like Mida, keeping things bottled up inside all the time will cause problems."

"Although Mida is a child, she is no longer a little kid." Aina gently shook her head. "She will handle her own affairs well, you do not need to worry."

Liyana nodded; she was just giving a well-intentioned reminder.

Being the child of Aina and Xia Lun... the pressure must be really great.

...

"It is really cold, this godforsaken place..."

"Once we finish this job, we can go back and enjoy ourselves... The gold coins from those noble lords are enough for us to squander until we are in our graves."

"Is that not the truth? I really do not know where those nobles get so much money..."

A sizable party was trekking across the boundless snowfield. Two thick-furred snowfield beasts of burden walked with steady steps, pulling two sleds, treading on the soft snow as if walking on flat ground.

The snowstorm had stopped, making the journey much easier.

Pierrel half-leaned inside the carriage, a longsword propped in front of him. His sinister gaze looked through the somewhat cloudy window at the vast expanse of the snowfield outside.

He was the captain of this operation.

They were not adventurers, but a group of mercenaries... Their purpose in coming to the snowfield this time was not to subjugate ferocious monsters, but for a much more despicable deed—capturing Snow Spirits.

Recently, a remote Snow Spirit tribe was discovered. There were not many people, and it seemed they had not gathered for long. Moreover, it was not deep in the snowfield, not too far from the Yalan Empire... Most importantly, this tribe had not yet been marked on any known maps. This meant that even if it disappeared from the world, it would be as silent as a melting snowflake.

The slavery treaty had already been abolished, so this was naturally an illegal act that could not be brought to light. If the guys from the knight orders knew about it, they would definitely be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

But as long as they were not discovered, there would obviously be no problem.

Alien slaves were quite popular among the nobles, serving as capital to show off their strength and wealth.

Secretly, the illegal things those nobles did went far beyond this...

"Phew—"

Pierrel breathed out a puff of cold air and took a large gulp of strong liquor. The spicy liquid rolled down his throat, burning his stomach and bringing a trace of brief and false warmth.

"Boss, I heard those Snow Spirits all worship some... Snow God, who is that Demon King. If we attack the Snow Spirits, will we not be targeted by them?" A subordinate approached, his voice laced with hesitation.

Pierrel sneered. "How is that possible? How could such an existence care about such a petty squabble? Do you think His Majesty the King would care which peasant family lost a chicken?"

"That is true..." The subordinate scratched his head. "It is just... I feel a bit creeped out. This is the first time doing such a thing."

"Are the Snow Spirit slaves in the black market not all from the snowfield? Just do it cleanly and it will be fine. I have never heard of anyone having accidents." Pierrel looked at his subordinate as if looking at an idiot.

The subordinate still felt something was wrong. "Will there really be no danger..."

Pierrel kicked that subordinate away. "Get lost! Cowardly trash, actually afraid of those illusory things... The Demon King, who the hell has seen him? Let those who have seen him come out and tell us what the Demon King looks like!"

"Hahaha!"

Coarse roars of laughter erupted in the narrow carriage, shaking the snow off the roof.

Those who have seen him just never came back, so of course there is no news.

The subordinate thought silently in his heart, but did not dare to continue speaking.

"Boss! We are almost there! The shadow of that tribe is right behind the snow slope ahead!" A lookout's shout came from outside the carriage.

Pierrel was slightly taken aback. He glanced at the conspicuous red circle drawn on the map; it seemed there was still a bit of distance to this place...

The guy who sent the message was really unreliable.

However, the target was right in front of them, and Pierrel revealed a sinister smile.

That tribe actually had no watchtower, nor a gate, absolutely no defenses at all. It was like a skinned fat sheep, waiting for them to enjoy.

Pierrel led his subordinates and charged in.

"Take all the women and children away! Kill the rest! Do not let a single one live!" Pierrel ordered his subordinates fiercely.

The influx of bandits... did not make the village boil over.

Pierrel kicked open the door of a snow house and barged in, only to find it completely empty.

Let alone people, there was not even any furniture, as if the snow house was just an empty shell built temporarily.

The entire village was empty, without the slightest movement.