Molmo drove his sleigh and sped through the snow.
The duke’s manor he was heading to was 10 kilometers away from Bohr village.
No matter how fast the sleigh dogs ran, it would still take them at least half an hour to reach the duke’s residence.
It was currently night time. Other than the oil lamp at the front of the sleigh providing Molmo with light, his surroundings were entirely pitch black.
The wind was howling, and along with its powerful gales, it carried a frigid cold, stinging Molmo’s face as he sped onward.
He could not help but put bring up his coat’s collar.
The road was gloomy, and wolf howls could be heard from time to time.
Whenever Molmo heard those howls, he shuddered.
He knew very well what creature the sound had come from.
They were from Snow Wolves, the most terrifying creatures within Molmo’s memories.
Although the Snow Wolves by themselves did not possess much combat strength, it would still take 5-6 adults just to bring it down, and more often than not, a few casualties would ensue.
However, the Snow Wolves were social creatures. They hunted in a pack, and usually their pack was at least 10, but more often than not, 20-wolves strong.
This number was more than enough to kill a mere villager from Bohr Village travelling alone.
‘Oh wait, there’s an exception to this.’
‘The Kakadores.’
Molmo thought to himself.
After all, the Kakadores clan possessed the bloodline of one of the Three Heroes. With the strength they possessed, they could easily face off against the Snow Wolves without even wielding a weapon.
Osse was usually lazy and not easy to get along with. However, Molmo knew that if he were to get serious, his combat strength would be through the roof!
Molmo had once seen the scene of Osse single-handedly killing 3 Snow Wolves alone.
Upon striking down the pack leader, the other wolves immediately retreated. The scene had caused Molmo, who was hiding in the distance, to be extremely shocked.
Molmo sincerely believed that Osse was as strong the Three Heroes.
With such an existence watching over the village, no threat would be able to harm the village, right?
Naturally, the dragons were another matter.
Molmo reckoned that even with his full gear equipped, Osse would still be defeated by dragons.
Bohr Village was clueless to the outside world. Although they knew that humans had once gone against the dragons, they were certain that they had paid a terrible price for each dragon they defeated.
What Bohr Village did not know, however, was that the Dragon-vanquishing Ballistae had already been invented.
Molmo swung the whip in his hand to spur the sleigh dogs to run faster.
Since the dragon might appear in Bohr village at any time, he needed to make every second count.
Moreover, the howls of the surrounding wolves were starting to get close. Molmo was certain that the Snow Wolves were already in his vicinity.
Should he every enter their sights, he was certain that he would perish without even putting up a fight.
Once this scene came to mind, Molmo felt a chill run down his spine. His entire body trembled.
He carefully looked at the darkness around him. He was on the lookout for any Snow Wolves.
The tense atmosphere lasted for about 20 minutes.
Fortunately, there were no accidents along the way.
Molmo safely arrived near the lord of the region’s manor.
From Afar, Molmo had already spotted the outline of the mansion.
It was majestic. it was a four-story building that was 200-300 meters tall. To him, it was like a castle.
Around the building was an incomparably spacious courtyard, with many sculptures and flowers within it.
One had to remember that this was the Moldos Mountain Range.
It was a land of freezing temperatures, and thus, the state of the lord’s courtyard had seemed like a paradise to Molmo.
The temperature within the courtyard seemed to be regulated.
Molmo did not know what kind of magic was used to achieve this, but he was certain that it had been a huge expenditure.
Outside the courtyard, a huge iron fence blocked Molmo.
Molmo quickly drove his sleigh to the main gate.
There was a group of guards guarding the main gate, and the defense was very tight.
Molmo looked at these fully armed soldiers and subconsciously gulped down a mouthful of saliva.
The weapons on their bodies all gave off a faint sense of danger.
Morlmo was no mage, but he guessed that the weapons in the hands of these soldiers were magic weapons.
After informing the guards of the purpose of his visit, Molmo was immediately brought past the main gate.
However, he was not free. The two soldiers each pointed a long spear with complicated patterns engraved at Molmo as they approached the residence.
As soon as they entered the garden, Molmo felt a wave of heat rushing toward him.
The temperature around him also changed from -10 degrees Celsius to more than 10 degrees Celsius.
Molmo immediately felt his back drenching in sweat. He quickly took off his thick coat.
The two guards behind him did not care. After all, they were well aware of the difference between the temperature inside and outside.
From their point of view, Molmo’s actions were extremely normal.
They could sympathize with him. After all, they too, had acted similarly when they first entered the residence.
The duke’s room was on the highest floor of the residence.
It was currently late at night. As an ordinary commoner, Molmo should not have the right to disturb the duke’s sleep. However, the duke was not like the lords of other regions.
The owner of the residence, Magford Belagroya was a kind lord.
Not once had he ever increased the taxes of the village under his governance. Moreover, he would often times provide gifts to the various villages under his rule.
In Magford’s eyes, they were living in the most desolate region in the continent. Thus, there was no need for them to drag anyone down. He decided that he would spread warmth instead, so that everyone could live better in their already cruel world.
Magford did not put on any airs as a lord. He was not like some bad-tempered lords who would order his soldiers to chop down someone’s head on a whim.
Therefore, although Magford’s manor was very luxurious, none of his residents felt envious or jealous. They even thought that Duke Magford had deserved it for the compassion and benevolence he showed.
After stepping on the fourth floor’s steps, the guard asked Molmo to wait at the door.
“Come in.”
The voice of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties came from the door.
It was not until Magford’s voice came from the door that the guards pushed the door open.