Kuva dragged his tired body down the street, covering his mouth and yawning.

Listless eyes looked around, and not a single civilian on the street dared to make eye contact with him.

The bitter cold wind poured through his collar with the smell of the sea, which was characteristic of the harbor city, and the city guard couldn't help but shiver and tighten his neckline.

With a warm felt hat wrapped around his head and ears, Kuva spat out a mouthful of white mist, his boots resting on the unmelted snow, his belt in his left hand, which held the hilt of his sword, his gaze continuing to roam the streets.

It's spring, but somehow, it's still on the beach, and not only did the ice and snow not melt, but there was a heavy snowfall last night.

"It's getting weird and weird......"

Looking at the few pedestrians on the street, Kuva muttered.

Because the spring breeze has not come for a long time, and the warm sun has not basked on this land, the merchants and sailors who run the merchants on the sea cannot set sail, and the sailors stranded in the city have become an uncertain factor, otherwise the 'masters' above will not ask them to get up early in the morning to patrol.

The spring breeze did not come, the winter snow was difficult to melt, and Kuwa heard that not only the maritime merchants and sailors, but also the peasants were affected.

It was mid-spring in Sloh Continent, but the snow and ice covering the farmland had not yet melted, and the farmers did not dare to plant their seeds now, for fear that the seeds would be 'frozen to death' after a night of wind and snow.

Because of the low temperature, the seeds can't germinate, isn't this freezing to death?

To be honest, Kuwa was really a little scared, if this temperature continued like this, would they be able to have a good harvest this year?

If the harvest is not good, the price of grain will be high, and he still knows this common sense, if this year's harvest is not good, the price of grain will increase, so what will they eat?

Kuva sighed, looking at the deserted street in front of him, he felt that he could relax a little, there were not many pedestrians on the street at the moment, and it was unlikely that someone would make trouble, besides, the tavern was where the sailors gathered, he should go to the tavern to have a look!

With this in mind, Kuva quickened his pace, and walked briskly down the streets towards the tavern he frequented most.

Before he could open the door, he heard a commotion in the tavern, exactly the same as the night before.

Kuva pushed open the door in front of him, and a cold wind ran in as he pushed it open, and the sailors near the door shivered from the cold.

"Who is it?!"

A few people who had woken up early in the morning and had drunk, or had not yet sobered up from the wine they had drunk last night, suddenly turned their heads to look at the tavern door.

Kuva took off his felt hat and shook it, stomped his feet, shook off the snow standing on his boots and felt hat, closed the door with his hand, and then looked at the shouting men: "It's me, what's wrong?"

Because of the cold weather, and having to get up early this morning, Kuva did not sleep enough, so that when he swept the crowd with a pair of dead fish eyes, the big men who had stood up were silent, and sat back quietly.

Kuva was dressed in the uniform of the City Guard, which was actually a white shirt and brown pants, wrapped in a warm-looking fleece coat, and with a long sword hanging from his waist, and people knew his identity when they saw it.

The tavern was silent for only a few seconds, and then the people burst into laughter.

A few of the big men, who had been laughed at in a rage, blushed and stood up with their fists clenched, and hurled at those who laughed the loudest and most excessively, and then it wasn't long before they were scuffling together.

The tumultuous atmosphere in the tavern did not affect Kuva, who sat down at the bar, asked the owner for a cup of hot milk wine, and sat quietly watching the people in the tavern.

Thieves, fishermen, sailors, adventurers, mercenaries, and even merchants are all gathered in larger towns.

Here, even a fisherman can kill someone, and the civilians who really keep to themselves will not come to this tavern at all, and the owner here has a background, but there is no clear indication that the arrival of the city guards is not welcome, but there are very few city guards who come here except for him.

This tavern was located in a dark corner of the civilian quarter, his home was nearby, and he grew up nearby, so it was almost a 'forbidden place' for the other city guards, but it was a more intimate place for him.

"Yo, Kuva, aren't you supposed to be working right now?"

A rough hand pushed a glass of hot milk over him, and Kuva looked down the hand to see a face full of smiles.

The owner of this hand is a middle-aged man, he is the son-in-law of the tavern owner, his wife is the daughter of the boss, he used to be a good adventurer and settled in the city after marrying the boss's daughter.

Kuva had known this man for more than ten years, and half of the swordsmanship he was now taught by this man - before that, he had a crush on the tavernkeeper's daughter, thinking that he would marry her when he grew up, and a lot of things happened later......

Unable to help but look at the empty cuffs on the other side of the man, Kuva pursed his mouth, picked up the hot milk wine and poured himself a sip, this hot current went down the esophagus towards the stomach, and the warmth suddenly spread in the body of the city guard.

After a burp, Kuva turned red and replied nonchalantly, "Yes, but my job is to watch the people, as long as they don't cause trouble in the streets." ”

The skills of being busy and idle, as long as a city guard who has been in the team for more than two years can master it skillfully, and the old oilman in the usual sense is talking about them.

"By the way, Kuva, have you heard?"

The eyes of both Kuva and the middle-aged man were fixed on the little girl who was walking through the crowd with a plate, although they both knew that no one would dare to do it, and even if anyone did, the others would scatter and beat the person to the ground and throw him out of the tavern.

The little girl with a braided hair tied at the back of her head, a few freckles on her face, but always a smile on her face, inherited her father's natural optimism, and also inherited her mother's beauty, coupled with her identity, none of the guests who often drank and played in the tavern did not like her.

But the two of them just didn't worry about this little girl who was already fifteen or sixteen years old.

While serving the guests with wine, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's the one—the one about the dragon!"

There was a lot of commotion in the tavern, but they were the only ones who were quiet.

"What?"

Kuva blinked, puzzled, "Isn't that fake news?" Dragons, dragons, dragons are so easy to appear......

But some said they saw it. ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the 'above', "Just a few days ago, someone said that he saw with his own eyes, a giant dragon flying in the sky. ”

Kuva sneered, "Can you believe this kind of thing?"

He raised his hand and pointed at the men, "Gamblers, liars, pirates, notorious adventurers, here you can find anyone but those who keep to themselves, and these people can be taken seriously?"

The conversation between the two of them attracted the attention of the others, after all, what the two of them were talking about now was the most lively thing recently.

"No, I'm real—I really saw it!"

The man who claimed to have seen the dragon happened to be sitting next to Kuva, and he burped and said drunkly, "Just the other day, before I was here, I saw a blue dragon flying through the sky! yes, I really saw it! Not only me, but my teammates saw it, but they weren't here......"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man raised an eyebrow at Kuva, but Kuva still scoffed.

"How far can you be from here in a few days? If you could have seen the dragon a few days ago, then this place should be—"

Kuva's voice suddenly froze, and the tavern fell silent.

As if the pause button had been pressed, everyone's movements stopped, and only the overturned wine glasses on the table and the drinks flowing on the floor could prove that time had not stopped.

Did they hear it right?

Everyone looked at each other, and if they heard it wrong, what could make everyone feel delusional?

That should be...... Dragon's Roar, right?

"Roar—"

The voice rang out again!

This time, they were finally sure that they had heard it right, and it should have been—'Dragon's Roar'!