Chapter 150: 'Fiancée
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The icy-white lake water, like a chilly mirror.
Tree shadows danced, yet left no trace on the lake surface.
Flowers and plants of strange colors thrived, their cold dewdrops like the skin of a young girl, almost touching the shaking leaves.
The early morning forest, as if newly born, was not as dark and eerie as legend had it, but instead, it was bursting with life.
"Crack—" The explosive sound of fire, accompanied by a bout of hearty laughter, broke the peace and spread lively emotions, infusing the scenery with fiery colors.
"This damned forest, still so cold in the morning." A group of men, looking like mercenaries, sat by the lake, making a fire, gulping down a clear liquid—this was morning dew, relieving fatigue and cheaper than alcohol, a favorite among lower-class mercenaries.