"You have to be gracious and courteous; flatter the person sincerely, disarm him, and then get the information.
When the time comes, launch an attack and kill him!"
——LeBlanc's "Black Rose Sacrifice Notes"
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The houseboat is filled with the pure aroma of barbecued meat and unknown milk, which is also mixed with the heat of charcoal. The firepit releases its own temperature wantonly, and there is also the faint aroma of light wine in the hall of the longhouse. All of them
The flavors come together to make people feel a little sleepy.
A few crystal snow petals slowly fell in from outside the thin window, and were quickly melted by the temperature in the room. The torches on the pillars of the longhouse left long shadows on the ground. Aslan smiled and left
Sit down in front of Udyr.
"Would you like to take a sip to warm yourself up first?"
Udyr pointed to the other end of the long room, and then pointed to the wine bottle in front of him. The meaning was self-evident. Aslan looked at him, only to see Zaya walking out of Sejuani's room and saying:
He nodded and signaled.
"War Mother..." Aslan didn't say the next words, but he had roughly thought of the reason why Sejuani hadn't gotten up yet. Facing Udyr's teasing eyes, he thought for a while, and then walked over
She took away the animal leg from his hand, took away his wine bottle, then when she walked to Zaya, she also took away the milk bottle from her hand, and walked naturally towards Sejuani's room.
Seeing Aslan's smooth movements, Udyr was stunned for a moment. He looked at Zaya, "Does he regard this place as his own home?!"
"I think so, Shaman, he is the blood ally of the War Mother."
Zaya glanced at Udyr and watched Aslan walk into Sejuani's room, but she didn't stop him.
The room was very dark, and the fire had already been lit by Zaya. Aslan walked over and added some firewood to keep the temperature in the room at a suitable level. He placed the copper milk jug next to the fire.
After simmering for a while, he poured out the chalan inside and sat beside Sejuani's bed.
Obviously, Sejuani did not seem to have recovered from the experience last night. She still put her palms against her lower abdomen and arched her back, leaving Aslan with only a curved back.
"Didn't I tell you that I don't have much appetite today."
Thinking that it was Zaya who came in, Sejuani's tone became colder.
"It's me, Aslan."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Aslan's palms slowly rubbed Sejuani's waist and hip line. This place can bring a soothing feeling to the lower back and buttocks that is neither light nor heavy, which can be effective.
It can relieve abdominal pain while also producing some comfort that is not excessive.
Sejuani paused, held Aslan's hand, and then sat up wrapped in a blanket.
She wanted to say something, but when she saw Aslan handing Qialan in front of her, she pursed her lips, took it and held it in her hand, "Why are you here?"
To be honest, with the strange aesthetics of the Freljord, Sejuani also thinks that Aslan is a very attractive man. Although he is not strong, he has a kind of magnanimity about him. This kind of magnanimity was something she once only claimed to be.
The shaman of "Meilan the All-Knowing" felt it.
This is the instinctive intuition she developed through countless life and death battles.
At the same time, Aslan also has a secret, there is no doubt about this, otherwise there would not be a high-level war priest following him.
You know, there are only a few high-ranking priests in the entire Freljord.
Looking at Aslan who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her, Sejuani subconsciously took a sip of Chalan. The temperature was just right. She was about to say something when she saw the other party handed over the handkerchief again, with a gentle look on her face.
The smile and the curve of the corners of his lips made Sejuani feel like he was taking care of a child.
"I don't like the frivolous things of southerners at all." Looking at the patterned handkerchief in Aslan's hand, Sejuani curled her lips and said.
"No, this is my parting gift to you. It has my name on it. You gave me the treasure of Winter's Claw, so naturally I want to give you a gift in return."
After Aslan finished speaking, he placed his handkerchief on the edge of the bed.
"Are you leaving?" Sejuani felt something. She looked at Aslan and suddenly felt that the chaalan in her hands was no longer so fragrant. She found that her heartbeat quickened and became extremely fast. She thought
I thought and tried to say: "So fast?"
Sejuani looked at Aslan, and Aslan looked at her. They parted a little quickly, and the two of them were relatively silent.
"According to our agreement, no, as an obligation of your blood oath, I should resolve the matters agreed between us in the shortest possible time. Every day that time is delayed, the challenges faced by the soldiers of Winter's Claw will be greater.
.”
"Didn't you say you want the blood of the troll? There's also the blood of the dragon, the blood of the frost snake, and..."
Facing separation, Sejuani found that she was not as calm as she imagined. She looked at Aslan and said, "Tell me where these things are. Even if I don't know, Udyr must know where they are. I have the Claws of Winter."
Soldiers all go and grab it!"
Sejuani's frankness made Aslan stunned.
As expected of Winter's Claw, upright and pure!
"Promotion requires a process, so there is no need to worry about it. Now that I have gathered the materials, there is no need to worry about it."
Trundle's death gave Aslan the troll's blood, and Lissandra's black ice. I don't know where the remaining frost snakes are, but the dragon consumption is not difficult to find. Udyr
You know where it is.
Sejuani stopped talking. She didn't know what reason she should find to let Aslan stay. She wanted to persuade him to stay, but she felt that doing so would expose her weakness.
He leaned on the backrest of the wooden bed and stared blankly at Aslan's beautiful profile as he used a dagger to help her cut off the animal's legs.
"How about staying a few more nights?"
Sejuani took advantage of Aslan's carelessness to stuff his handkerchief under her animal skin blanket to hide it. After she said this, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. Then she sat up and wanted to explain, but unexpectedly the movement was too big and made her
The quilt covering her fell down, and her plump breasts almost burst out of her clothes.
Aslan looked at her, not caring about Sejuani's embarrassment at all. He put the chopped meat on the big wooden plate, handed her the dagger, and poured her a bowl of chalan, "This is my
It’s your first time to serve others, come and taste my cutting skills, this may have been baked for you by Udyr early in the morning, it tastes very fragrant.”
"I……!"
Sejuani said a word. She was a little embarrassed, but she felt that she and Aslan had become a blood oath, so she just ignored it. Then she took the wooden plate, inserted the dagger into the meat in the wooden plate, and stabbed it fiercely.
Bite it.
After a long while, she stared at Aslan: "No matter where you are, you are my blood oath, and I will only recognize your blood oath. People in Freljord dare to love and hate, and their character will never be the same."
Coy, but if you betray me...I will definitely hunt you down wherever you go."
When Sejuani spoke, her face was cold and serious, and she spoke out what was in her heart.
"How could it be? We have a blood oath relationship and we are cooperation partners. Every word I say to you is an oath under the gaze of the Freljord gods. This can never be changed."
Aslan raised his hands and swore.
"This is best." Chewing the meat on the wooden plate, Sejuani thought about it again and asked, "Are you really in a hurry to leave?"
"Yes, I'll get food for you."
Aslan couldn't laugh or cry. This chapter has been completed!