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CHAPTER 248 CHAPTER 0247: DEPARTURE AND CONNECTION
Joan stood in front of the winter house, carrying a wooden barrel, and the village road beside her was bustling with people.

She helped Zhan Jing fold the clothes, she wrapped the smoked food with leaves, and she tidied up the room that was about to be unoccupied for a long time...

She also needs to walk nonchalantly through the village, so that no one can see that Warspear is about to travel with the Norlin scholars.

Joan wears a chain on her wrist.

The decorations corresponding to bloodstones are made in the same way as Sidinagan.

Ken cut the stone into two pieces.

He knew that Joan would not ask for anything. Even if he gave the order, the girl was not willing to go to the vendor to choose goods, so he could only use his own means to protect her.

Joan was holding the bucket, unable to raise her hand to respond.

She would raise her head frequently and smile at the villagers who greeted her.

Arcs of light reflected from the snow, the fresh smell of wood and food was pleasant, and the reddish stones shone like jewels...

Her thoughts then went back to before Ken left.

Joan subconsciously refuses the gift.

She said: "Zhan Jing, I actually wanted to say a long time ago that you are always wasting resources on me and asking Uncle Kuima or someone to take the initiative to protect me. repay."

"Well, you saved me."

Ken didn't put on the Albert Armor, as the iconic gear would reveal itself in the upcoming missions.

[Equipment: Wild Thorn Armor]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Durability: 75%]

Portable light armor, styled in southern Xinjiang, is a loot from a certain robbery.

It looks a little old, and the scratches and scratches are very natural. It is an old product at a glance, and it can prove his identity as a mercenary from the side.

Joan picked up the stool and stood up.

She rubbed Ken's hair with rock powder, something that would keep it dry and not too cold during the rainy season.

This little trick was taught by the fat man from the Golden Shield Guild.

"It was Uncle Hamsin who saved you." Joan said softly.

"he died."

Ken replied very calmly.

Sadness flashed in Joan's eyes, and she missed the days when the old hunter of Thornton Kaya was alive.

"Ah, sorry," Ken seemed to be aware of the girl's emotional change, and turned around with a concerned tone. "I'm used to walking forward, and I almost forgot that you are not so strong."

The responsibility on Zhan Jing's shoulders can make people ignore heartache.

Joan shook her head thoughtfully.

She certainly wouldn't blame Ken.

The man in front of me has rebuilt Thornton Kaya and is still pushing it to prosperity, which is a great... breathless thing.

Ken continued to comfort:
"Hamsin died, I am very sorry, although he left, but you are still alive, so this kindness should be undertaken by you, just accept it calmly."

He laughed and continued: "Now, it is much more difficult to save me."

Joan felt that the other party was stroking her head. This kind of touch was different from that of Kuima and Hamsin. It didn't have the majesty of the elders, but it was also tolerant and loving.

The mood of good happiness is more intoxicating than honey in any season.

But she forced herself to reject this kind of concern, because it would affect Zhan Jing.

Joan said: "It was just the kindness of the mountain people. We provided half a bed and a fish porridge..."

"Shh, wrong."

Ken stopped his mouth and seemed a little serious.

Joan pursed her mouth and listened quietly to Zhan Jing's lecture.

Ken said: "The value of help does not depend on how much you give, but what it means to the recipient."

Thornton Kaya has helped many refugees.

Those pieces of soup, porridge and meat are only an extremely small part of the spoils, and they are not even comparable to the consumption required for marching.

But this food, hard to say for refugees, is the hope of survival.

"You saved me, there is no doubt about it, so I am very good to you, and you can accept it with peace of mind, which is also very important to me."

Ken hesitated for a moment, took off his gauntlet and gloves, and gently pinched her cheek.

thump!
The bucket fell to the ground.

"Hey honey, your face looks... red."

Mrs. Silver picked up the things and teased the lovely child with a teasing tone.

Joan raised her hand to touch her face, sobering from the memory, she took the bucket with apology, and then continued to walk towards the distance.

She has to clean the bathroom and prepare dinner.

Joan didn't find it hard, on the contrary, she was full of enthusiasm for the village.

……

"You look preoccupied."

McGonagall sat with the rest of the female scholars.

The men were squeezed into another carriage, the mountain road was bumpy and difficult, and the snow and ice could easily cause the wheels to slip. Occasionally, sleepy ghosts could be heard hitting their heads.

Ken wasn't riding Fay Wolf King.

He held the reins, and under his lap was a strong, unfamiliar winter horse covered with felt.

He wrapped his whole body in a thick cloak, revealing only his snow-stained hair and eyes.

"What?" Ken asked.

Meg shook his head.

She just wanted to confirm Ken's status.

It was cold outside and the escort team worked very hard.

Kuima led two sentries to explore the road ahead, and the rest of the riders were also dressed as mercenaries. They looked weather-beaten and were the kind of characters that ordinary looters couldn't afford to provoke.

[Number of guards: 10]

The entourage includes Quema, Lorgar, and the giant Langz. This kind of team with messy faces is more like a match for walking in the northern border.

"The last time I chatted with you from this perspective was when I was passing the Permafrost Falls."

Mag seemed to think of something, recalling every bit of this young warrior.

"Ken Maharu."

She called out the name, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Bouvier's surname sounds like a noble general of a certain kingdom in southern Xinjiang, but Mahalu is more like a mercenary alcoholic.

Ken didn't answer, but cast his gaze down the mountain.

At the corner of the road in the distance, you can see the waiting team, a very neat army formation, the silver armor is shining brightly, and the [Dragon Thorn] of the leading cavalry is also majestic.

"Norlin's respondent has arrived."

Ken said.

He turned around, but saw that the expression on Mag's face was very complicated, which seemed to be troubled and embarrassed, so he asked, "Do you know the knight who led the team?"

Ken knows:

McGonagall is a fleeing imperial scholar, a top talent in Norlin Library, and her teacher is a designer who can be called an important defender of the frontier.

"Since there are people from the kingdom to accompany and escort us, our pressure will be much less."

Ken had previously heard from Burke.

Although Nuolin turned a blind eye to their actions, the road to the Red Maple Heights was full of dangers, and the kingdom's garrison near the northern border had to be dispatched to escort them.

Otherwise, no one will be responsible for possible accidents.

He turned his gaze down the mountain.

The leader was a knight with a calm expression, his complexion was dark, and there were traces of battle on the battlefield, and his brows revealed integrity.

"The hero is coming, hehe."

Quima rode her own wolf and said softly.

(End of this chapter)