Accompanied by the heavy sound of chain-wringing, the gate slowly rose and was put into the city wall.

Ogwisha waited until the gate rose to a sufficient height and couldn't wait to enter the city. As soon as she entered the city, it started to rain heavily.

The frozen Hugo formed by the cold air from the north was indeed well-known, and the two were still wet. Geno's sleepiness disappeared after a shiver.

The heart is cool.

The two were sheltering from the bridge holes in the city wall, and were shrunk by the coldness of the frozen rain. A group of courtesy teams gathered together were greeting Ogwisha's ten soldiers in leather armor. The blue cloak was pinned with silver broochs, and the shape was a unified double-winged sword.

"Miss Bouville, welcome to Irvingdale."

Ogwisha nodded, and the aristocratic status was easy to use everywhere.

"Do you have extra rain gear?"

"Yes!" The archer who had just talked to Ogwisha in the tower replied affirmatively, and turned around and took off two sets of tents from his mount.

Seeing Ogwisha frowned, the man said again: "We will be stationed in the tower tonight, and we will not go home, and we will not use rain gear. Please take it away, otherwise it will be our sin if we catch a cold."

"Thank you for your kindness. I will give it back in person to the day." Ogwisha did not refuse, and his subordinates covered a tent and gave Geno one.

The two of them put on hoods and hoods, and drove their mounts to gallop on the deserted streets and rushed towards the mansion.

Although Irvingdale is just a small village, the city walls are indispensable, because it is very close to Frelljord, and you may encounter barbarian robbers who are robbing down the mountain at any time.

The Demacians all followed the principles of hard work, self-discipline and diligence. Even on rainy nights, the chimneys of the blacksmith shops were still smoked, and the bakery was slowly fragrant.

Ogwisha remembered that no one was preparing dinner in the mansion, so she entered the bakery and bought some bread and milk to satisfy her hunger.

She stopped by to visit Quinn's parents, but did not enter the door, but just exchanged greetings through the window, and told the two elders about Quinn's return after the rain.

Quinn's father was a carpenter in the town, and his mother was a retired elite ranger. Quinn's weapons and skills were made by two people.

Finally, the two returned to the idle mansion of the Bouville family in the town, which was actually an uninhabited two-story loft. Geno was not dissatisfied, at least the bedroom assigned to him was not much larger than renting a house in the hotel himself.

Finally arrived, the soft bed was near, and Geno wanted to sleep now, but Ogwisha said to him:

"It's easy to catch a cold until the freezing rain. It's better to take a hot shower and rest. I'll go boil water now. If you're hungry, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

"Oh, then you wash first, I'll take the horse into the stable and tie it up."

Geno felt a little helpless. His physique could not catch a cold, but he could only cooperate with Ogwisha and obey her arrangements.

After finishing the two horses, Geno chewed the bread dryly in the main hall. Demacia's bread taste was not as rich and delicate as Piltwolf's, and there were not many varieties. In short, it was just to fill the food with hunger. The taste was OK, but it was not delicious.

As for the milk, it smelled very fresh, but because I didn't find the cup to put it separately, I didn't touch it.

"The water is ready for you."

Halfway through Geno, Ogwisha came out after taking a shower and changed into a white nightgown.

This was the second time that Geno looked at her carefully and took off the towel. Her long golden hair spread out and covered her shoulders with wetness. She was not petite, tall and well-proportioned. Her sea blue eyes were watery, and the light tears mole on the corner of her right eye made people always feel like she was about to cry.

"Oh, it's my turn, right?" Jeno accelerated to finish the bread in his hand and walked into the bathroom.

Warm hot water can always relieve fatigue and bring comfort, but it can also aggravate sleepiness.

Geno almost slept in the bathtub, but thinking about the embarrassment after being discovered and the conspicuous crystal on his chest, he taught himself a bucket of cold water on his face, then changed into dry clothes and walked out.

The two sat at the table and continued to eat. Because Jeno wanted to solve the problem of supper and then go to bed early, he did not take the initiative to find the topic.

"You look sleepy, and it's like this before you even arrived in town." Ogwisha found the cup, poured a glass of milk and handed it to Jeno.

Geno took the cup and it was warm, but he did not find any heating tools in the house. He was also in the bath just now, but the boiling water did not smell the firewood.

"Yes, I'll go to bed after dinner."

"Oh, can I ask you a few questions before going to bed? Of course you can choose not to answer." Ogwisa said thoughtfully with her eyes rolling.

"Of course." In order to avoid being too distant and having a big gap with his previous personality, Geno did not refuse Ogwisha's consultation.

"I seem to have heard you say that you came to Demacia to find someone. Do you know how long has that person been in Demacia?"

"It's been three or four months. I've been missing for too long, something might have happened."

"Three or four months ago... it seemed that it was the time when the uprising had just been suppressed, but Demacia has always been very tolerant of travelers. If something happened to him, it could only be one reason that your friend... wouldn't be a mage."

When talking about this sensitive topic, Geno saw Ogwisha and became stiff.

"Yes, his situation is very dangerous, I have to take him out of here. So, do you still want to find him for me?"

He admitted the fact that it would have no effect on the fact that Ezreal was a mage was exposed. Anyway, the other party didn't know who Ezreal was.

"You can describe his appearance. Maybe I have an impression?" As she expected, things were still related to magic, but Ogwisha was unwilling to give up and gritted her teeth and continued to ask.

"Madam Piltwo, young, blonde, tall, calls herself an explorer, and has a pseudonym Jialuo Qingyu."

After listening to Geno's description, somehow, Ogwisha used herself as a template to make up the image of a blonde beauty. It turned out that this guy came to Demacia at the risk of being arrested to find a woman?

"Male or female?" she asked unwillingly.

"Male." Geno said calmly.

"Oh, so that's it. I thought about it and didn't seem to be impressed."

Geno: "…"

Ogwisha felt relieved and took a sip of warm milk.

She also wanted to consult Jeno for some very important things, this time it was about herself.

But suddenly, her upper and lower eyelids began to fight constantly, and everything around her became silent, and she couldn't even hear the sound of chewing in her mouth.

"I'm asleep, good night, Geno."

She was so sleepy that she changed her mind temporarily and went back to her room to sleep.
Chapter completed!