Robbie imitated his master and rapped his knuckles on the table, but unfortunately the effect was not good and the sound had long been drowned out.

In the middle of a heated "discussion", Nohir, who had a very weak sense of presence, quietly stood up and left the office. Of course, this could not be hidden from Creed, who had been paying attention to his sister, and he followed him out when he saw this.

Walking along the corridor, Nohir came out of the back door of the committee and saw snowflakes flying all over the sky, and there was already a thick layer of snow on the ground.

"Sister, why are you out? They are discussing Midwinter Festival, don't you say anything?" Creed asked, standing behind Nohir.

"No need." Nohir shook his head.

"Whether I say it or not, I think this midwinter will be good. I have a feeling, Creed."

"This will be the best midwinter we've ever had."

Creed scratched his head, wondering why his sister said that. But he would not refute what his sister said.

"Time flies so fast, it all seems like a dream."

Nohir couldn't help but sigh.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to those ordinary mornings, when a weird dragonborn broke into her tavern and started asking for news.

She originally thought that there was just another interesting guy in the mountains, so she didn't pay much attention to it. Who would have thought that from then on, she couldn't understand everything that happened.

In a strange ecosystem that is neither productive nor militaristic, this golden dragon, which is obviously very powerful but deliberately disguises itself, silently engages in production and accumulates strength that only humans are passionate about.

Then the orcs invaded, causing chaos in the mountains. The tribes attacked each other one after another, and there were countless conspiracies and tricks. They chose to kill each other in order to survive.

This golden dragon was uncharacteristic of itself, no longer hiding, but chose to fight the orcs amidst the inward tide, and finally saved the Fire Castle.

After that, he unified the northern part of the mountainous area and started running wildly in an inexplicable direction. He withstood the orcs' counterattack for four years.

Now, the seemingly invincible Hammer City has actually been captured and incorporated into Osfir.

Nohill no longer dared to think about how far this place could go in the future.

"Now, we actually have to celebrate the Midwinter Festival again." Nohill shook his head, not knowing what to say.

But Creed could feel that his sister was very happy now, very happy.

"Do you still remember what you said to me when I learned that a white dragon appeared in the Xilan Mountains?" Nohir suddenly turned his head and asked.

"I remember." Creed nodded.

"I said, this white dragon will eventually grow up and destroy our home."

"And you said..." Creed paused.

"You said this is not our home."

Nohir patted his brother on the head and said, "Yes, that's what I said."

"At the beginning, I just thought that we were just strangers wandering here after all."

"We tieflings are a combination of humans and devils. We are destined to wander."

Nohir's words represent a generally accepted view among the tiefling community. In a sense, they are as pathetic as the orcs.

Human beings do not recognize them as fellow humans, and their inner souls do not allow them to degenerate and become demons. This is very cruel to them.

"But now I understand." Nohir looked up at the flying snow in the sky.

"We don't have to blend in with anyone, we can build a home for ourselves."

"No more, no more."

"Let's go, the festival is coming, we need to be alert, especially outside the mountains."

"Yes, sister."
Chapter completed!