Cervantes stood in the square in front of the Mage's Tower, and the snowflakes from the sky had already evaporated when they fell on him.

A scorching aura poured out of his body, and this time, he didn't even use the 'Flame Aura'.

Naturally, he was able to restrain this aura, but now that winter has arrived, the snow on the road has been accumulating, and when he steps down, the snow can reach his calves.

Naturally, Wende City will not take any measures, but it has been snowing in the Principality of Sorrow for almost all day, and even traveling has become a difficult task.

The road was difficult, let alone doing business, and the highway that had been gradually bustling with activity slowly cooled down, and when I walked to the street, I could no longer see the bustling scene of the past.

With a breath of white air, Cervantes continued on, the snow in front of him slowly melting as he walked along, turning into a stream of water into the renovated and remodeled sewers.

Fortunately, the sewers have been renovated, otherwise the snow melts and Wende City would have turned into a flooded country.

The mages in the experimental area are rushing to make a magic energy machine, which is specially designed to melt snow, although it may only be able to be used in Wende City for the time being, and it is still a prototype, but now it can't be so much.

The sky was gray and gloomy, as if it would fall in the next moment.

The snow was mixed with a little hail, and the cold wind was howling, like the howl of a ghost and a wolf, which made people close the door and make the children shiver under the covers.

The factory is still not suspended, but the school that used to be very lively has fallen silent.

As he walked past the gates of the town hall, Cervantes saw the light in the communication room, the doorman standing guard, and the doorman saluting him.

With a slight bow, Cervantes continued his steps, he had just returned from the Mage's Tower, and at least half of the city needed to clear the snow in the future.

He was not required to clear the snow very often, only once every half a month in the middle of winter, and now it is the second time.

In addition to him, Ziegler is also working very hard, and just like him, even if he doesn't use the flame aura, he can still have a scorching breath gushing out of his body, and the temperature of this breath can even burn ordinary people.

Since the last Latinia warning, they could already foresee a future where the destructive power of the transcendents in this world would become more and more outrageous, but they didn't expect that this would already happen in the middle of winter without waiting for the beginning of spring next year.

Cervantes took a deep breath and turned his head to slowly exhale into an alley, this breath did not contain any flames, just pure scorching.

The snow that had accumulated in the alley began to melt slowly after he exhaled this breath, and the top layer of snow first turned into a stream of water, which slipped off the snow, and under this breath, the one-foot-high layer of snow quickly melted and turned into a gurgling stream, which flowed towards the two entrances and exits of the alley, and flowed down the sidewalk, which was a little higher than the roadway, and flowed into the sewer entrance.

Cervantes turned his head to look behind him and frowned when he saw that the street was already covered with a thin layer of ice.

Under the influence of the low temperature, the snow remaining on the road condensed into a thin layer of ice, which was already covered in the road from Cervantes.

Shaking his head, the black dragon ignored it and continued to walk forward.

What he had to do now was to melt the snow that could reach his calves down the streets and get Winde City back up and running, as for the thin layer of ice...... It's a big deal to fly up directly and tear up that pile of dark clouds.

Walking on the familiar streets, but there were no familiar people on the streets, Cervantes looked at these things, listened to the laughter in his ears, saw the lights shining through the houses on both sides, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled.

I don't know since when he got used to the city.

In the past, when there was only one dragon, he would only eat and sleep all day, sleep and eat, and live an aimless and boring life, and then after I don't know how long, a little girl came into his life, and his life seemed to become interesting all of a sudden, no longer monotonous like a black and white picture, but also colorful and colorful.

Later, he learned of his father's imminent death from Knight Kem Tosoro, and came here to inherit the territory......

Although he hadn't actually governed the territory, it was like a gem of him and Serra, a rather withdrawn dragon who had unconsciously gotten used to it.

While the black dragon was recalling the past, a call came from his ears.

“...... I said, "Did you hear that?"

Turning his head to look, he saw Latinia with her hands on her chest, looking unhappy.

Glancing around, Cervantes realized that he had arrived in the temple area.

"What's the matter?" the black dragon yawned and asked knowingly.

"It's freezing on this day, will I come to you if it's okay?" Latinia smacked her lips, "There's something I don't want to trouble Sera, after all, she's been busy lately to prevent the cold wave, so I'm coming straight to you." ”

Cervantes narrowed his eyes, "What's the matter, let's talk about it." ”

"I need you to go to the Black Forest to make sure......" Latinia hesitated, "The disintegration of the seal of the gods is accelerating, and I suspect that some monsters that survive in the Atoso Mountains have already flooded into the periphery. ”

"Tomorrow. Cervantes waved his hand, "There's nothing to do after midwinter, it's been quite idle lately, I'll talk to Sera tonight, and I'll leave tomorrow." ”

"Then you can get on working......" Latinia waved her hand, her body turning into a speck of light and scattering.

"It's freezing ......"

Cervantes muttered, but his eyes looked to the north.

Flying snowflakes obscured his vision, and the gloomy sky seemed to be ominous, grabbing his hair, Cervantes continued to move in a different direction, leaving the noble district alone.

"Yo, Cervantes!"

On the way, he met Ziegler again, and the puppet girl was still taken by him.

After glancing at the puppet girl for a few moments, Cervantes turned his gaze to Ziegler with a big smile on his face.

Recently, his 'whitewashing' work is said to be going well, in fact, it is a great discovery in the research of a certain plague, and it may be possible to develop a special medicine in the near future.

Lazily raising his hand, as if he had said hello, Cervantes passed by Ziegler.

"By the way, there's something I'd like to tell you!"

Just as Cervantes was about to leave, Ziegler suddenly stopped him.

Cervantes turned around and looked at Ziegler suspiciously, and Ziegler suddenly said a sentence without beginning or end: "You prepare first, I will go back to the hospital to call someone now." ”

"What are you talking about?" the black dragon frowned.

The red dragon pointed to the south and smiled, "Plague - this is not spread by me, even if I want to clear my name, I can't do such a crazy thing here! I haven't found the person who spread the plague yet, but at Egret Avenue, I found a plague patient, although he is not yet sick, but the plague is already lurking in him." ”

“...... And then what?"

Cervantes' face was clouded, "Clues?!"

"Sewers!"

As soon as Ziegler's words fell, Cervantes turned and left, his body seemed to merge with the cold wind, and he hurried towards the Egret Avenue.

Ziegler had a smile on his face and frowned, "It's really troublesome, and I don't know which idiot it is...... Isn't it to make them suspect me by making trouble at such times?"