"It's really rare that there are still adventurers in this situation."
They sat in front of the fireplace and warmed themselves up. After chatting for a while, Reynolds learned that this person was called Luca.
Elena listened to Luca's words and didn't deny it. As the princess of Babeica, she was very clear about these things.
"In this crisis, the village also suffered from strange incidents of unknown origin. Every villager is in a state of panic and rejects all outsiders."
Luca's gaze kept sweeping over Elena's face. There was no lust in his expression, but more of a reminiscence.
Elena was not interested at all. She just slowly drank the hot tea with her eyebrows furrowed. It seemed that this tea was really disgusting.
Reynolds was interested in Luca's words and asked, "Uncle Luca, what are the strange incidents in this village? Isn't it about the war? "
As soon as these words came out, Luca's eyes dimmed instantly. They were full of sadness and despair.
Reynolds saw this and said awkwardly, "Sorry, uncle. I was rude."
After a while, Luca waved his hand and said slowly, "Alas, the strange incidents in the village started a few months ago."
He closed his eyes and recalled for a while. He said, "Every seven days, a villager will mysteriously disappear in the village. There are less than a thousand people in the village. No one knows if the next person to disappear will be themselves. In addition to the sudden war, almost everyone in the village who can leave has moved away. Only some old, weak, sick and disabled people are left."
Elena suddenly interrupted, "Then what are your plans? Are you going to wait for death here?"
"You …" Reynolds looked at Luca awkwardly. He thought to himself that Elena was indeed a person with temperament.
When Luca heard Elena's words, he was not angry at all. Instead, he was happy. He said, "I … I won't leave. I want to wait for someone here …"
Reynolds and Elena looked at him and listened to him talk about the previous situation.
…
It was a bright night, the coldest time of the Snowfall Village. The cold wind whistled through the mountains, making the old palm trees tremble tiredly. From time to time, there was a whining sound. The wind blew up the snow on the brown palm trees and blew the snow into the moonlight. Even the moonlight was freezing.
At the edge of the forest, there was a lonely, run-down house. It was cold, and even the fireplace was broken. This was Uncle Luca's house. Ever since his parents died, Uncle Luca had been living in this old house. It was a run-down house and a run-down Uncle Luca. Luca was thirty-nine years old this year, but he looked like he was fifty-nine years old. He didn't have much to do and was even bitten by a wolf until he was crippled. Not to mention a wife, there wasn't even a girl in the village who was willing to talk to Uncle Luca.
Uncle Lucca curled himself up in a black blanket and sat beside the fireplace, smoking his pipe and singing loudly. From time to time, he would choke on the thick smoke and cough.
For Luca, this was already a very good entertainment.
Lucca sat by the fireplace and sang loudly. His voice was very loud. Because of the wind blowing against the window, he couldn't hear himself for a while. Uncle Luca was singing happily when he suddenly heard the sound of someone banging on the door. This sound was louder than the wind and louder than Luca's singing.
"Who's there?" Uncle Luca shouted.
No one answered. The sound of someone banging on the door was still there.
Uncle Luca was a little unhappy. He put on his patched cotton clothes and got off the bed. He limped over.
When he opened the door, the cold wind blew in fiercely. It brought along snow particles and hit Uncle Luca's face. It hurt! A girl stood in the snow outside the door. The wind blew through her hair. She looked to be less than twenty years old. She wore a light white cotton clothes, a bamboo hat, and straw sandals covered with mud. The clothes were dirty, but the girl was very beautiful. Uncle Luca was a little dizzy. He even felt his breathing become rapid.
This girl was really white. Her skin was like the flesh of an apple. She had shiny black hair, watery eyes, and cold lips.
The girl didn't say anything. She walked into the house. Uncle Luca was stunned. He turned around and closed the door, locking it tightly.
The girl still didn't say anything, but she began to take off her clothes. She took off her dirty light white cotton clothes, took off her wet clothes, and took off the bra that Luca didn't know how to describe, revealing her white skin. Luca rushed up and hugged her.
She was cold, but Luca was as hot as fire. When they hugged each other, it was neither cold nor hot.
The next day, Luca had a wife. However, he still didn't have a woman to talk to. That woman didn't speak. He didn't know if it was because she couldn't speak.
Luca thought that she was most likely a fugitive from the war. However, now that she had an identity, she was Luca's wife. That meant that she was from the Snowfall Village. In order to let his wife live a better life, Luca, who had always been lazy, actually became diligent. After a month, the girl was pregnant. After another ten months, the woman gave birth to a little boy. Like the woman, the boy also had snow-white skin, unlike Luca's dark skin, like the bark of a palm tree.
Luca thought that he had to fix the fireplace and heat it up. He couldn't let his wife freeze after giving birth. Thus, he spent a lot of money to fix the fireplace.
That day in the village, Luca felt very proud. All the villagers knew that Luca had married a beautiful wife and even gave birth to a son for him. They were envious and jealous.
However, that night, when Luca opened the door, he saw that the bed beside the warm fireplace was empty. There was no one there.
There was a puddle of water on the bed. Outside the house, there was neat white snow. There were only Luca's footprints on the snow. The child was crying loudly, looking for his mother. Outside, there was the endless howling of the wind.
As for the girl who appeared in the snowy night, she silently disappeared into the snow and never appeared again.
…
Who was she?
Why didn't she speak?
Was she a fugitive or not?
Where did she go?
Some people in the village said that the girl most likely ran away with another man. After all, the girl was so beautiful and Luca was so ugly.
Some people said that the girl had been taken away. That day, a few soldiers in armor had sneaked into the village.
Some people also said that the girl wasn't human at all. She was a snow woman, a demon beast from the mountains and snow. Her body was made of ice and snow. She melted beside the hot fireplace, leaving only a puddle of water.
And Luca cried for a whole day.
For a whole day.
Then, he stopped crying. Instead, he smiled and looked at the sleeping child in the swaddling clothes.
That child was so similar to her.
Don't say it.
When he cried, he looked a little like Luca.
An hour passed. Reynolds sat on the bed and listened to Luca's story. He sighed deeply.
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