Chapter 102: Special Chapter - What should be there in the cold wind is a fireplace, hot tea, and a warm bed (3)

Anthony seldom gets dressed properly like this. As a guy whose usual job is to deal with monsters and monsters, his normal outfit is a robe.

Because robes are really convenient, aren't they? Whether it's in combat or long-distance operations, the practicality of robes completely surpasses those things that are really troublesome to wear.

And if you use spiritual power to condense it, robes, which are very easy to shape, are naturally the best choice.

But it's different now, because now there should be foreigners coming, and when there is no chance of fighting, wearing good clothes is an option that can be put into the field of vision.

Anthony stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself a little.

Although I don't like my face, it's not because I feel ugly, but because I feel a little unlike myself.

Because I was already old when I came here. Although I was restored to youth, my body did not really return to its original appearance.

So it becomes what it is now, which is slightly inconsistent with the self in memory. This is a kind of strange self-loathing, completely unfounded self-loathing.

"It's pretty." Anthony heard someone comment like this. He was a little unhappy, but he didn't get angry immediately.

"I don't remember allowing you to come in and out of my room at will." He said this with a slightly angry tone. Anthony's temper can be said to be outstandingly bad. Many people will definitely describe him as

It is surprising that there are so many descriptions like this.

Even though the guy who came in was the same guide as himself, his name was Rose. He was also given power by the sick rat.

It's just that compared to myself, this guy's presence among the guides is really not high.

The abilities given are "intuition" and "diseases" related to sick rats. Oh, and the right to release several diseases, such as the most commonly used cold and aesthesia. No matter what it seems, it doesn't seem to be a problem.

Very good, not to mention the physical strength that comes with being given abilities - not to mention Blacka, not even comparable to Anthony.

In other words, how many levels are you stronger than ordinary people? Maybe, or maybe you may not be able to win against some very powerful humans.

"Hey, Anthony, don't be so cold to me." Rose shrugged helplessly: "At least we are friends."

"Maybe, but I have never been soft on my friends." Anthony said: "Did you bring anything back?"

"The few humans who need to be treated by sick rats are finally not the weirdos I met last time. The psychological shadow they brought to me along the way was too great." Rose hesitated for a moment,

Looking at Anthony, he said, "You seem to be in a worse mood."

"You make it sound like I've never been in a good mood."

"It's important for people to know themselves."

"I hope you're prepared to be chopped to pieces before you say this."

"I have every reason to ask you to avenge your personal revenge." Rose said with a smile, looking at Anthony who was slowly building up his anger.

This guy said that having a bad temper is indeed bad. This guy is irritable, maybe because he has lived for too long, so he doesn't like others to make fun of him.

But it's officially because you can't joke, so it's interesting, right? Maybe because her life is really short, Rose actually came to the conclusion that making Anthony angry is a fun thing. She probably suffered less from the knife.

Anthony turned to look at Rose, and for just a moment, a strange chill suddenly washed over Rose's head. His expression twitched, and he realized that he might have really offended this guy, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

....or escape.

"I can't remember clearly, when did you come to the Black Forest?" But Anthony suddenly asked.

"About four or five years ago, what happened?" Rose took a breath. At that moment, he felt as if he had arrived at the gate of heaven, where he was reincarnated. The feeling of surviving the disaster made him feel relieved.

"Why do you want to be a guide?" Anthony suddenly asked: "If I remember correctly, your previous job was more serious, wasn't it? You don't look like an inactive guy. I remember you were wearing formal clothes when you came. I was

I’m also surprised that this guy from China who came to the Black Forest is actually a weirdo who can make it here alive.”

"Oh, I also like to wear formal clothes now." Rose adjusted her clothes and said: "Just like a white dress will look beautiful with red blood on it, I like this feeling. I have seen similar ones before

Book, I feel like the white dress that I dyed red when I was killing people is really cool."

"If you think so now, I don't mind having your blood all over your clothes." Anthony said displeasedly: "Your statement, combined with the objective fact that we are all guides for sick rats,

Makes me think you will ruin our reputation - before that I will kill you and leave your clothes covered in your neck blood."

"Don't be so serious, Anthony, making some appropriate jokes will make you more likable."

"I don't need to be likable, and I don't think a guy who likes to joke around is going to be likable."

"Where should I start to explain? This is a troublesome matter. I think I won't be able to explain it clearly for a while." Rose shook her head and said helplessly: "Since you are like this, I really have no way to refute.

"

Anthony looked at him, was silent for a moment, and sighed softly.

"Go have a drink."

"Hmm...huh?" Rose looked like she heard a ghost's voice: "Let me confirm, drinking here means drinking, right? It's not any representative word."

"Come drink with me, wheat. If you don't come, I will go by myself." Anthony frowned: "You talk a lot."

Anthony didn't have many considerations. He actually had to be busy with the temperature drop caused by the solidification of magma. But before that, he felt that he might need to take a rest.

In winter, maybe drinking alcohol can warm people's bodies.

"Okay! I'm very happy! Very happy!" Rose looked at this guy's frown, and suddenly felt like a dagger was placed on his neck.

It doesn't look like you're meeting someone for a drink, it's like meeting someone for a fight.

Well, in other words, this is already great progress for Anthony, Rose shouldn't ask for too much.

Anthony looked at this guy whose expression varied because of the threat, and was silent for a long time.

Maybe a long, long time ago, I was a guy who liked to joke around, but it seems that because of some things, I started to be more serious and annoying.

When did it start?

I can't remember, maybe it's because of some things, or maybe it's because of some people, in short, he hates jokes now and is irritable.

About three hours later, Anthony was sitting alone in the snow.

Because Rose couldn't resist, she almost drank herself to death.

Use it to rinse your mouth when the temperature is below 50 degrees. At first, add some barbecue to the top and pile it up a few times.

Rose thought she could drink, until she knelt down under the cliff and vomited.

I didn't pay attention to safety when I vomited, and ended up rolling down from a very high place... Forget it, let it be. If you die here, your soul will be lost. In other words, even if you die, you will at least be a person.

The walking dead, not to mention that this guy is still living in a deadly job, it would be too embarrassing if he died like this.

Anthony thought like this, and drank another bottle one after another.

These wines were sent by Thief Pig in the early days. Although that guy was not doing human work, he was very diligent in giving out gifts. Not only to the sick rats, but also to other guardians, it was a small gift every three days and a big gift every five days.

If that guy had some sense, he wouldn't be so arrogant here now.

It's not that its popularity among the guardians is so bad, and no one among humans has a good impression of it. When thinking of the thieving pig, I subconsciously associate it with its attacks, without any positive thoughts.

But at least now his impression in Anthony's mind is positive, and he would send such a warm spirit. In the severe cold, just one sip can warm the body.

It is said that if you sleep on the street after drinking, you will freeze to death.

I really don’t know whether this sentence applies to me now.

Thinking like this, Anthony lay in the snow, silently feeling the feeling of being slowly frozen.

This was the case at the beginning. He didn't want to be restricted by such an enemy, so he got close to the Ice Nail and wanted to die.

In fact, it is quite easy to seek death. Just lie down and sleep in the snow. The extreme cold here will slowly take away the remaining heat in the body.

It is indeed an ice nail, but when I think that the owner of this thing is a goblin, it will extend to the fear of goblins.

So Anthony didn't bother to think about it, that guy seemed to have many similar things. It was a rare weapon specially designed to deal with guardians. Only goblins have the privilege of holding this kind of weapon.

Oh, I forgot this is a replica again. This is just a fake, but what about the real thing?

Anthony didn't know and didn't want to think about it.

He just came to drink, but his mind that couldn't stop was not frozen yet. He wanted to lose consciousness, and then slowly lose his life in this cold.

The pain caused by the cold gradually emerged from the whole body, aching, stiff and immobile.

It felt like my body would break if I moved even slightly, because it was frozen. It was really too cold here, and to be honest, Anthony was wearing too thin clothes.

"No, you will catch a cold if you sleep here."

Anthony heard someone say this. He moved his eyes. The frosted corners of his eyes cracked and red blood flowed out, but it was also frozen on his face.

"Aren't you asleep?" Anthony asked softly.

That was a sick rat. If I remember correctly, this guy should be resting.

"What if I fall asleep and you do something stupid?" The sick mouse hummed softly. She knelt down in the snow wearing heavy clothes and dragged Anthony's head up so that he could lie on her lap.

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This is an extremely cold place, but Anthony feels that the temperature in his body is slowly rising.

It was a strange feeling. The blood temperature in the whole body increased in an unreasonable way, and the places that had started to freeze gradually melted, and it was even a little hot.

This is disease, a code word for plague, which is not just a negative condition.

"Do you feel better?" Sick Rat said, took the wine from his hand, took a small sip, smacked his mouth and said, "I don't know how good this kind of thing is."

Anthony didn't answer, but just lay silently in the snow. The injuries he suffered from the cold had completely recovered. Now that the temperature of his blood had gradually increased, he felt surprisingly comfortable in the cold wind.
To be continued...