This year's winter came unexpectedly early, but I like to play pranks very much, like a beautiful woman, moody.

In the south, the Kingdom of Matina, a rural area known as the "Hundred Lakes".

In early November, the first frost and snow arrived quietly, and the lake surface quickly turned into a hard ice surface that could bear the weight of an adult under the biting cold wind.

Expert fishermen know that bass can only be caught when the lake first freezes over.

So, the fisherman Gosta took out his fishing gear, put on his heavy clothes, took his ice ax, and rushed to the lake.

The ice was very hard, and the fishermen stepped boldly on the ice, making a clicking sound.

Using an ice pick to cut a hole, Gosta lowered the fishhook into the lake.

As soon as I lowered the line, the first bass was hooked even before the fishing line was tightened!

An hour later, even though he had caught nearly fifty bass, the fisherman still did not stop and continued to enjoy fishing.

At this moment, he heard a long snort coming from behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a beautiful black horse standing on the shore of the lake. The rider on the horse was wearing a fur coat and covering his face with a turban.

But those green eyes shrouded in black were extraordinary, like a black hole, sucking in all his attention.

His whole body was stiff, and the fisherman just moved the fishing rod mechanically, continuing the movements on his hands while using the corner of his eye to peek at the uninvited guests on the lake shore.

Seemingly noticing the fisherman's nervousness and alertness, the rider jumped off the horse and suddenly said:

"don’t worry."

It's a woman!

When he saw the female rider take off her headscarf, revealing a hideous scar on the left side of her face, the fisherman couldn't help but let out a cry of regret in his heart.

She also carried a sword on her back, with beautiful patterns engraved on the hilt.

"I won't hurt you, I just want to ask for directions."

Asking for directions? In this weather, with frost everywhere, who would travel at this time? Only bandits or necromancers...

Thinking like this, the fisherman heard the voice of the female rider ringing out again:

"Is this place Centrok?"

"Yes, it's Centrok. But our name here is "Baihu"..."

"What about Lake Tarn Mira? How much do you know about it?"

"I understand very well," the fisherman slowly raised his head, meeting those green eyes that made him a little cautious, "but we call it the "Bottomless Lake", a cursed lake. The lake is very dangerous, and the lake spirit will drag people away.

People drowned in the water, and ghosts live in cursed ancient ruins.”

Hearing this, a flash of light flashed across Xili's eyes.

"There are ruins there? Could it be a tower?"

"Tower?" the fisherman almost snorted, "There are only a few stones piled together, covered with moss, just a pile of rocks..."

The girl looked thoughtfully at the bass in the fish basket and murmured:

"Death on ice does have some charm..."

"Ah?" The fisherman didn't hear clearly.

"How far is the lake from here? Which direction should I go?"

The fisherman told her, pointed out the direction, and even drew a route map on the ice with the tip of an ice pick.

After keeping the route map in mind and thanking the fisherman, Shirley covered her face with a scarf again, jumped on the black horse, stepped on the frozen lake, and headed towards her destination...

...

As he watched the female rider leave the western shore of the lake and gradually disappear into the beautiful forest decorated with white frost, the fisherman Gosta stopped fishing.

The horse ran with indescribable grace, and the sound of its hooves was almost inaudible.

Maybe that's really a ghost?

The devil riding a ghost horse transformed under the white frost into a girl with big green eyes and a scar on her face?

After all, who but the devil would travel in the winter? And ask people how to get around haunted ruins...

Imagining these messy legends and stories, the fisherman did not forget to quickly pack up his fishing gear and fish basket and leave the lake.

When going home, he deliberately stayed away from the road and walked into the woods.

Reason told him that the girl was not a demon, but a human; the black horse was not a ghost horse, but a group of ordinary good horses.

And those who ride alone through the wilderness in winter are often followed by pursuers...

...

The fisherman guessed correctly.

Just an hour later, the rapid sound of hooves sounded from the lakeside, and a dozen pursuers came galloping along the forest path...

The leaders of this pursuit are naturally the Empire's Chief Coroner "Gray Owl" Stephen Skellen, Wilgefortz's subordinate Reigns, and the bounty hunter Bonnet.

These bad guys belonging to different forces have the same purpose and are closely following a silver-haired girl.

At the edge of the lake, they saw the holes in the ice and the pursuers stopped.

Riens shook the silver box in his hand, with a burn on his face. He cursed in a low voice and smashed the box hard.

But the box still didn't respond.

"This thing is broken. It's no different from the cheap toys in the outdoor market." Bonnet said coldly.

"Or Vilgefortz is showing us his importance." Stephen agreed.

Hearing this, Riens frowned and responded indifferently:

"Thanks to this piece of magic garbage in the open air, we were able to find her traces and never lost her. It's all thanks to the owner, and thanks to his voice, through this sound transmission box, we were able to tell us where the girl wanted to go.

Where, where should we go, and what should we do. Compared with what you have done in the past month, he has done enough..."

"Well, how's it going, Polyas? What can you tell from the marks?"

Everyone looked at a tall and thin man who was lying on the ground and carefully observing the horse's hoof prints on the ground.

"She arrived an hour earlier than us. The road here is very difficult. Even if she rides that incredible mare, she will only be five or six miles ahead of us at most."

"She came to this lake area without hesitation..." Looking at the frozen lake surface and the dancing white frost, Stephen couldn't help but tighten his collar and murmured: "Wige Fortz said it

Yes, I still don’t believe him..."

"I don't believe it either," Bonnet on the side also confessed: "But I had this suspicion until yesterday. Those farmers said that there is indeed an incredible building on the shore of Lake Tarn Mira."

They have been chasing the girl for more than three weeks since they got the news about the girl when all the men stationed in a village on the outskirts of a swamp were brutally killed.

For nearly three weeks, they sat on horseback and chased.

From the beginning to the end, the girl and her black mare showed no sign of fatigue or slowing down.

Even so, they finally got closer to the girl.

At this moment, everyone chasing the soldiers seems to be thinking the same idea in their hearts, that is:
Chapter completed!