The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Wayne

Lothar looked at the suddenly interrupted footprints not far away, and it was these footprints that brought him here.

Lothar looked at the soles of the girl’s shoes. Neither the size nor the prints matched the footprints.

“I can only look for clues in her.” After confirming that the girl’s life was not in danger for the time being, Lothar began to search her body.

Lothar checked very carefully. He didn’t let go of any part of the girl’s body with his fingers. His hard work paid off, and he finally found something for him.

On the girl’s left chest, there was a close-fitting breastplate hidden. Lothar didn’t care whether it was appropriate to do this to a strange girl, so he reached into her chest and took out the breastplate.

The girl’s body temperature still remained on the breastplate, and some patterns were drawn on the front and back.

The pattern on the front is familiar to Lothar. A pair of wings surround a silver sword. This is the national emblem of Demacia.

Lacus taught Lothar that Demacian civilians cannot use this emblem.

“Is she really a noble lady…” Lothar turned over the breastplate and saw that it was an emblem he didn’t recognize. “This should be the family emblem of her family…um…”

Lothar put away the goggles, continued to search the girl, and finally found a leg ring with a delicate arrow on the girl’s thigh. Naturally, Lothar took it off and confiscated it.

He touched the girl all over her body and made sure that there was nothing on her body that could be used as a weapon.

“What should we do? Throw her here to die? It seems a pity…” Lothar pinched the girl’s face, “As expected of a noble girl, she is as tender as the face of her butt.”

After thinking about it for a while, Lothar decided to save her: “In case she is a friend of the butt, let’s take it back to Ashe first, at least find out why she is here before sending her off.”

Lothar looked at the footprints aside. While Lothar searched the girl, the snow had completely covered them up, and they could no longer be seen.

…

The hunters didn’t find the big prey they wanted to dedicate to the war mother.

Spring has just started, and many large animals have not yet woken up from hibernation, so it is naturally difficult to find them.

When the Orions gathered together again in despondency [resource; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 When Bei Bei returned to the camp, Lothar who came back directly shocked their eyeballs.

Lothar didn’t catch the prey, but directly carried someone back, and she was a very beautiful girl in a strange dress.

“This…are you the elf who hunted up the mountain?” A young hunter stared straight at him, and unconsciously used the honorific title for Lothar.

“Well… that’s right.” Lothar didn’t reveal the girl’s Demacian identity to avoid complications. “She may be from another tribe. Take it back to show the war mother first.See, and then decide how to send it off. ”

No one in the Orion team has any objections. After all, Lothar is the blood alliance of the War Mother, so his words still have a certain right to speak.

Putting the girl on the Orion team’s sleigh, Lothar and the others returned to the camp.

Ashe and Lothar lived together in a large tent, which was a gift from a certain tribe’s craftsmen. To be honest, Ashe and Lothar alone seemed a bit too spacious.

The story of Lothar carrying a girl back spread throughout the Avarosa tribe in an instant, and people talked about it, but Lothar ignored her and directly carried her into Ashe’s tent.

“You’re back.” Ashe was studying the map, saw Lothar entering the tent, and wanted to say a few words of greeting, but immediately became speechless when he saw that he was still carrying someone on his back.

Lothar put the girl on the bed and went to the stove to get a cup of hot water.

Aixi put down the work she was doing, walked to the bed, and looked at the girl carefully: “She is…”

Lothar took a sip of the hot water and said, “I picked it up on the mountain.”

Ashe was stunned: “Picked it up?”

“Why, you are only allowed to pick up a Herald Eagle, and I’m not allowed to pick up a living person.” Lothar joked, and then said seriously, “She should be from Demacia.”

“Demacian” Ashe was even more puzzled, “Why are Demacians here?”

“I don’t know.” Lothar put down the water glass, and took out the girl’s breastplate from her hunting pocket to show Ashe, “I found it on her, and it has the national emblem of Demacia on it.”

Ashe took the badge and looked at the girl’s face. Even though she didn’t know much about Demacia, she could tell that this girl was definitely not an ordinary civilian. Whether it is the appearance of the costume or the exquisiteness of the badge, it shows that she is by no means an ordinary person.

“It won’t cause any trouble, will it?” Ashe began to worry. The Avarosa tribe has just been established and is still very fragile. If something happens at this time, it will be very troublesome.

“In short, ask her after she wakes up, and then decide how to deal with it.” Lothar is not as worried as Ashe, “I have dealt with her injury, it is not serious, just a few broken bones, nothing Severe skin trauma.”

Aixi looked at the clothes on the girl’s body. Some parts were torn open and covered with bandages. Aixi glared at Lothar angrily: “You bandaged her.”

Lothar raised her hand to show her innocence: “I just wanted to heal her injuries! It’s inevitable that there will be some places.”

Ashe curled her lips: “There is no external injury… In other words, she was injured because of fighting with others?”

“Hmm…” Lothar had a weird expression on her face, “Actually, it looks more like she was injured from a fall.”

“Fall”

“I checked her wound. Although it’s bruised, it doesn’t look like she was hit by a blunt instrument.”

“Hmm…” Ashe glanced at the girl’s chest that was still tall even when she was lying flat, and asked for no reason, “Is it soft?”

“Well, it’s quite flexible.” As soon as Lothar said the words, his face suddenly turned bitter, and he looked at his wife beside him tremblingly.

Ashe smiled, very brightly.

…

All she could feel was pain and cold.

At the very beginning, she was always in a hazy dream, with a chaotic whiteness in front of her eyes, without the concept of time and space, as if she was floating meaninglessly in nothingness, only the pain in her body

I don’t know how long it took, but she felt as if someone was approaching her.

That person seemed to be touching her, trying to do something to her.

She was very angry, but she couldn’t do anything. The pain and cold took up most of her thinking space.

Later, that person seemed to be touching the most painful part of her, and stuffed something sour and bitter into her mouth, with the smell of grass, soil and bark.

The pain was relieved.

She had never felt that anything was so comfortable, but when the pain gradually dissipated, she was as ecstatic as a traveler who had found a sweet spring in the desert.

Section 40

But the joy didn’t last long. When the whiteness of chaos finally disappeared and she had the energy to think about things again, she dreamed of the thing she least wanted to see.

That woman.

That woman with horns on her head, skin as purple as night, and so glamorous as if she didn’t exist in this world.

She dreamed of the enchantment of her appearance, she dreamed of the will-o’-the-wisp in her hair, she dreamed of the blood on her sharp claws.

In front of that woman, she began to tremble and fear, and there was only one desire in her heart that she desperately wanted to fulfill—to tear that witch into pieces.

Then, the dream woke up.

She felt very warm and comfortable, and the pain almost subsided, her body was covered by something warm.

When she opened her eyes, it was a strange ceiling, or tent.

“Hmm…” She wanted to sit up, but her movement aroused the pain in her body, and she couldn’t help making a sound.

A soft female voice reached her ears.

What came into her sight was a young girl with silver hair and a beauty as clear as ice crystals.

Seeing her wake up, the girl rushed forward to help her up. She was confused and couldn’t understand what the silver-haired girl was saying, but she could guess that the girl was expressing concern.

But she didn’t appreciate it. Instead, she waved her hand and pushed the silver-haired girl away, looking at her warily.

The silver-haired girl smiled awkwardly, then ran out of the tent, as if calling for someone to come in.

She was lying on the bed, staring at the silver-haired girl’s back while fumbling for the weapon on her body.The hand crossbow was gone, the arrows were gone, and even the breastplate on his chest was gone.

But she was not discouraged, and resisted the pain and groped around. An oil lamp placed by the bed attracted her attention, and she held it in her hand for self-defense.

A black-haired boy followed the silver-haired girl into the tent.

The boy looks ordinary, but his eyes are very bright. His right arm is missing and his sleeves are empty.

The boy was following the silver-haired girl with a wry smile. There was a big jar on his head, and he moved his steps carefully to prevent it from falling off.

“What is this?” She was puzzled. “A custom of the Freljord?”

The silver-haired girl said a few words to the boy coldly. The boy sighed and said to the girl sitting on the bed, “Put down the oil lamp. It’s dangerous. We don’t mean any harm to you.”

She frowned, and did not put down the oil lamp: “You can speak Demacian.”

“It seems that you are really a Demacian.” The young man smiled, “My name is Lothar, and this is my wife Aixi. As you can see, this is our residence. I found you on the mountain.”

“On the mountain…” Memories flooded into her mind like a flood, and she cleared her mind in an instant and understood her current situation.

“Can you tell us who you are?” The boy named Lothar first said a few words to the silver-haired girl, and then continued to ask her questions.

She looked at the boy and the silver-haired girl with scrutiny: “Where are my things?”

Lothar replied: “I’ll tell you after answering our questions.”

She hesitated for a moment, and her eyes accidentally glanced at a weapon rack in the tent.

A bow that seemed to be made of ice crystals was lying on it.

She shrank her pupils, quickly looked away, and then put the oil lamp in its original position.

“My name is Wayne.” She said her name, “Shauna Wayne, a Demacian.”

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Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Shauna Wayne has just experienced the pain of losing her father and mother, and has left Demacia to go abroad to heal her heartache. However, letters of nomination from various families have filled her mailbox.

I don’t care if you covet Miss’s beauty or family property, but the owner and wife have just left, so it’s really insulting to be so eager to propose marriage.

Misses, you will not be able to see your letters of recommendation for the time being. As the housekeeper of the lady, I will keep them for her first, but please don’t send any more letters of recommendation, I will burn them all.

——On behalf of Miss Shawna Wayne, sue all family members