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By the end of October, the approach of winter was clearly felt in Winterfell City.

The bone-chilling drizzle that lasted for three days finally turned into snowflakes on the fourth day.

By the fifth day, when the long-absent sun finally broke free from the shackles of the clouds, Winterfell City had become a world covered in a blanket of snow.

However, the residents of Winterfell City had no interest in admiring such beautiful snowy scenery.

That was because most of them were on the verge of running out of food.

"Are there no signs of the grain prices falling?" asked Duke St. Hilde while adding wood to the fireplace in the study of Lion Roar Castle.

Behind the Duke, there stood a man of middle age with an amiable demeanor.

He had eyes as deep blue as the ocean, with waves of wisdom surging within.