Moxinke looked up at the gloomy sky. It was covered with dark clouds. Sunier would soon come to replace him, but... it was too cold today. He was hesitating on whether he should let Sunier go back or not when she came. It was said that elves hated the cold. Anyway, he had already been here for the first half day, and didn't mind staying for another half.

Moxinke shrunk his neck again, and suddenly saw a black spot emerging from a distance. He narrowed his eyes and stared at it closely. It was an ordinary wagon driven by two horses, moving extremely slowly since the ground was covered with ice and snow. It took nearly an hour for it to arrive in front of Moxinke from the time it entered his eyesight.

Moxinke stood there quietly, wondering who would go out under such horrible weather. During the whole morning, he had only seen two well-armed knights, and now this wagon. The snow white field in front of him was like an untraversed world. Thus, it more or less surprised him when he sudde