Upon hearing this, Lancelot and Old Rep were both stunned. They looked at each other helplessly. This situation was really unexpected.

"God will no longer respond to your prayers?" Lancelo scratched his head in confusion. As a believer, he really didn't know what it would be like to communicate with the power of God. "Did you do something that violates the teachings of the Ice Goddess?"

"Absolutely not!" Tifflin's mood immediately became excited, but soon became depressed again. "I disappointed the goddess, He has lost patience with me..."

"Then how did you get your smoothie?" Old Rep asked curiously, "This should be the power given by Ouler, right?"

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"It's just a simple trick, I can only do this." Mohoy sighed, "Listen, I know that behind you is Lord Tijana's will, but without the magical arts given by the goddess, I am just an ordinary citizen who knows some tricks..."

"There is a commission that requires us to go to a very, very cold place, stay for days or weeks, and most of them have to fight." Lancelo carefully selected the words, "If you restore your ability to use magic, can we adapt to that cold environment?"

"'If' the goddess is willing to give me divine art again, then I do have a way." Tifflin shrugged, "But that's impossible. The air at this level is too dry..."

"I heard you've always wanted to create a snowstorm, right?" Lancelo rubbed his chin. "If we help you achieve this goal, do you think Oluel will give you another chance?"

"You guys help me?" Mohoy looked at Lancelo suspiciously, then looked at Old Rep, "How to help?"

"You said before that the air in the abyss was too dry, so it was impossible to make snow..." Lancelo slapped his hands, "Will it help you if I create a large-scale mist?"

"A little magical mist is useless." Tifflin seemed to be not interested in the proposal of the human knight in front of him. "Have you ever seen a real blizzard? The momentum that swept the heavens and the earth, the pure white covering all things in the world..."

"Yes, I've seen it, and the way I make fog is different from ordinary magic, which can cover at least ten miles of areas." Lancelo interrupted Tifflin's praise for the blizzard, "Is this big enough for you?"

"Can you do that?" Mohoy's voice was full of suspicion, "Sorry, I won't just believe a human who suddenly came to him..."

"This is Sir Lancelot." The werewolf suddenly spoke, "Have you heard this name?"

"What?" Tifflin looked obviously surprised, "You are Lancelo?"

"Am I very famous?" Lancelo touched his nose, "It's strange, I've always been very low-key..."

"Those dwarves are really good to talk about after drinking too much." Mohoy sat upright on his body, which was originally leaning on the sofa. "You really chopped off the tail of a skull demon with one sword through a huge rock?"

"I can testify to this," Old Rep interrupted, "I was there at that time, and I could see clearly."

"Really? I remember there was a thick wall of ice between us." Lancelo shrugged, "Maybe I should talk to Bruto and tell him not to brag anymore..."

"If you were the human knight who created miracles many times, maybe you could really try it." Lancelo's name seemed to give Tifflin great confidence, "What are you going to do?"

"You don't have to care about what I do." Lancelow waved his hand, "I just want to know when you can try to create a blizzard?"

"I need to prepare the materials for the ritual, magic tools, and confess to the goddess..." Mohoyten stood up from the sofa, paced back and forth uneasy in the room, muttering in ambiguously. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said to the human knight, "Three days, I need three days."

"Okay." Lancelo nodded, "But we have to agree in advance. If I successfully create a snowstorm for you, will you give us a way to resist the cold winter?"

"Of course. I will use the power given by the goddess to make a talisman. Through a simple ritual, you can give up to eight people the ability to resist the cold for a whole day."

“What additional fee do we need to pay for this?”

"It takes a sapphire to make a talisman, and a small amount of platinum is used." Tifflin, with purple skin, spread his hands, "I can't afford that kind of thing."

"Leave these to me." Lancelo nodded, "Then it's decided. I'll come to you in three days and we'll go to the Broken Mountains to hold this ceremony."

After reaching an agreement, Lancelow and Old Rep left the igloo and returned to the busier streets of the market area.

"Mr. Tijana will pay for the materials." The werewolf assured him, "But can you really make a heavy fog?"

"The mountain man has his own tricks."

"……What?"

"It's just that I have a way." Lancelo spread his hands, "but to be honest, I don't know if it can really happen."

"Ah? So you're not sure?" The werewolf's face collapsed, "What if it fails?"

"I didn't say it would be successful?" Lancelot looked at him strangely. "If it fails, I will be very sorry to the shopkeeper and then think of other ways."

"Okay..." Old Rep scratched his head and then suggested: "Do you want to visit the market here first? See what alternative options are available. The boss lady has already spoken and she just takes whatever she likes. She pays for it. There are not many opportunities like this..."

"Since I am the boss, isn't hers mine?"

"Uh...it seems to be unreasonable for you to say this..."

"Just just kidding, don't take it seriously." Lancelo laughed, "Tomorrow, I'll call everyone else, come together, after all, you are also part of the action."

"Okay." Old Rep shrugged, "Goodbye, I'm going to have a drink in the 'Pillar of the Stolen' now..."

"Sounds like a good place." Lancelo nodded at him, "See you tomorrow."

"How many secrets do this guy have?" Looking at the human knight's departure, the werewolf bared his teeth in dissatisfaction, but sighed again. The scene he saw when he escaped from the Oasis Castle appeared in his mind. At that time, Lancelo left the rear alone to face a terrifying angel of death - and came back alive.

"It turns out that the strong are worthy of love?" The werewolf shook his head and turned to walk in the other direction. "And I can only exchange money for a moment of joy..."

Although he had walked a long distance, Lancelo's sensitive hearing still captured the werewolf's contempt. He chuckled and shook his head, gradually disappearing into the night.
Chapter completed!