RNP Chapter 514 Blizzard
Chapter 514 Blizzard
Chapter 514 Blizzard
"Get up, you lazybones!"
The blanket was then ruthlessly pulled back.
The cool air immediately seeped into her warm underwear through her collar and trousers.
Tuscarola shuddered involuntarily, his eyes snapping open as he glared resentfully at the unshaven old man before him: "Hey! What are you doing!"
“This is my territory,” Nate said bluntly. “I don’t keep lazybones here.”
Although Tuscarola was so angry she wanted to kill Nate, after some mental preparation, she eventually gave in and obediently got out of bed and dressed.
After all, they'd freeze to death if they didn't wear them soon.
Nate's cabin in the woods isn't far from the nearest Flag Square.
But under the cover of his extraordinary abilities, he lived a secluded life completely away from human habitation.
In addition to the well-insulated furs of various large animals, there were also specimens of wild animals made from their skulls.
The ferocious yak stared intently at Tuscarola with its empty eyes, making her very uncomfortable.
"Awoo~"
Tuscarola imitated a lioness, attempting to intimidate the other party and make them lower their ferocity.
Unfortunately, it failed.
After putting on her shoes and sitting on the hard, cold chair, Tuscarola began to eat her breakfast.
Two buttered snow owl eggs, half a reindeer sausage, and a blood orange that Nate himself transplanted and improved.
The best fruit was, of course, the orange. It was sweet with a slight tartness, which made Tuscarola reach out and cup her cheeks.
But Nate was really stingy; he only gave her one a day.
After a hearty meal, Tuscarola pushed open the frosty wooden door.
Nate was sitting on an ice bench, strapping snow mats made of twigs and bird bones to his boots.
And he threw a pair to Tuscarola.
"Put it on, I don't want to carry you back again."
Tuscarola didn't waste any time and tied the snow mat to the soles of his feet.
Large snowflakes fluttered down, carrying with them a biting wind that stirred everything around the cottage.
Everything was white.
The whiteness of the snow, the grayness of the wind, and the ever-shifting, shadowy whiteness.
snowstorm.
Tuscarola's fingertips were already red from the cold after only a short time outside.
Tuscalola exhaled a breath of hot air before putting on the leather gloves Nate had handcrafted.
The white mist rose, reached the eyebrows, condensed into ice, and then fell back down.
Tuscarola was mesmerized by the rapid and subtle changes; her mind and heart felt blank.
Snow, wind, cold.
There was nothing else.
Tuscarola can even be unaware of herself, um, how comfortable.
"I'm gone."
Nate put on a bearskin coat, slung a large bow over his shoulder, and picked up a large axe.
Tuscarola followed suit.
Two figures, one short and one tall, gradually disappeared into the blizzard.
The howling wind sounded like a roar, threatening and intimidating anyone who dared to walk at that moment.
Tuscarola is not afraid.
I'm a ruthless killer, colder than the coldest ice.
"This is dangerous."
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Nate suddenly spoke up, "Even animals won't move around freely in this weather. Hunting at this time is definitely not a wise choice."
Then why did you bring me out in the first place?
Tuscarola grumbled inwardly and began to miss her warm bed.
Nate quickly offered his answer: "But people can't choose the weather, Laura. Sometimes, we have to fight against nature, and maybe that's the meaning of life. People aren't always in good circumstances."
Tuscarola listened silently, trying to see through the cold, lifeless white with her green eyes.
But it was all in vain.
"Little Lola, this lesson is meant to get you used to adversity, so as to hone your character and decision-making ability."
The snow was already quite deep, and Tuscarola's entire thigh was sunk into it.
But if she didn't wear a snow mat, she would be completely swallowed by the snow.
Tuscarola always felt annoyed whenever he recalled the embarrassing scene of Nate dragging him out of the snow like a kitten.
That day seems like it happened a long time ago.
When Tuscalola arrived, Nate greeted her without hesitation.
Despite his constant complaints about Tuscalola's sudden appearance and disruption of his secluded life, and his demands that Tuscalola leave as soon as possible.
But that day Nate cooked a huge pot of soup, several roasted meats, and even fresh vegetables (which he supposedly cultivated using his own light magic).
It took the two of them two days to finish the dishes from that night.
As for why Tuscalola came—
It makes me angry just thinking about it; Draco wouldn't give Tuscalo any work.
Let Tuscarola relax or hone her skills.
Tuscarola strolls through the city of Gentoo, but every day people try to assault her because of her green eyes.
Although no one could threaten Tuscarola, she didn't want to cause trouble for Draco, so she always ran away.
She even regretted leaving those sunglasses in the library out of spite.
But the bad experience made Tuscarola hate shopping.
Therefore, she decided to train herself and started writing a diary to motivate herself.
However, ten days later, Tuscarola looked through his diary.
The records are all about "It's too cold", "The blanket is too heavy", and "I will definitely get up early tomorrow".
Tuscarola felt things couldn't go on like this, and then she remembered Nate.
When Tuscarola lived with Lolotti, she rarely slept in because of her duties.
Nate, however, was one of Lolotti's few friends, or perhaps his only confidant.
Therefore, Tuscarola thought that perhaps he could find the motivation to work hard by Nate's side.
In fact, Nate learned from Tuscarola from the very beginning about Tuscarola's motives for coming to this snow forest.
In fact, he began to train Tuscarola in his own way.
However, every morning when Nate would herd her out of bed like a duck, Tuscarola felt like beating him up.
Looking back on these days, Tuscarola has indeed learned a lot.
The first step was to determine the direction, and then to start a fire and keep warm.
Next comes the search for and tracking of prey.
Recently, Tuscarola has been learning how to conceal his scent in order to get as close to his prey as possible.
Nate, however, was never satisfied and would slap Tuscarola hard on the head with his palm.
Tuscarola didn't know what use learning these things was.
She doesn't need to get close to her prey; as long as it appears in her field of vision, she can easily hunt it down.
According to Tuscarola, Nate is also capable of doing these things.
But instead, he forbade the use of any supernatural powers.
I really don't understand —
"Achoo!"
Tuscalola sneezed.
"Oh no," Nate suddenly said, "the weather is worse than we thought. Let's find somewhere to take shelter."
Nate found a raised snow slope, dug a hole, and propped it up with branches to prevent it from collapsing.
It was still cold inside the snow cave, but much better than outside.
The two sat silently in the cave, and before they knew it, Tuscarola was feeling a little sleepy.
So he simply leaned back, hugged his knees, and lay down on his side.
But with my head resting in the snow, it was really cold.
So they used tree branches as a cushion, but it didn't help much.
"How awful!" Tuscarola angrily broke off the branch.
Then he crawled toward Nate and rested his head on his thigh.
"Get your damn head off me! My lap isn't your pillow," Nate threatened menacingly. "Want a beating?!"
"I'd rather get beaten up," thought Tuss Lola.
But the punch never came.
But the drowsiness grew stronger.
In her hazy state of consciousness, Tuscarola felt warmth.
There was also the fishy, itchy smell of bears.
"Get out of here—"
"Big Bear————"
"call----"
"call----"
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