Oakles, frost territory, capital.

A slum, a small house.

Frank wrapped the worn blanket tightly on his body, and he fell into a deep sleep, but his consciousness was surprisingly clear. What time has this been? Even he himself couldn't explain it clearly.

He only remembered that after Lord Morpheus left that day, he would fall into this wonderful dream every night. He knew it was a dream but was extremely clear. He could reach out and touch everything, and there was no change in the scene or dialogue at all, and it looked exactly the same as the real one.

But Frank knew it was just a dream, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only repeat it every night.

The world seems to be covered by ice and snow. The hometown in my memory has always been in the cold and poverty, and it has nothing to do with the so-called warmth. The villagers work hard every day, plant snow wheat, and go to the forest to hunt, but most of the harvest must be dedicated to the village chief.

Of course, the village chief's grandfather is not bad at all. He is the belief of the whole village. If it weren't for him, this small village named Sangli would have long since disappeared. Most of the confiscated Xuemai and prey would be escorted to Molias the next day for tribute to the nobles there to get the help they promised. What's ridiculous is that the so-called help never came.

Sister Harry never came when she was frozen to death. Uncle Kane was bitten by a giant bear until she died. Lin died of cough and pain after being infected with wind and cold. At the last moment, she was still looking forward to the doctor of Molias to treat her, and there were so many... Everyone had never received even a little help.

So Frank hates the nobles more than anyone else, the scumbags who are high above, holding wine glasses and mocking them.

Memories woke up again, and the dream suddenly began.

On that ordinary day, Frank, Bailey and Shaer, who were only sixteen years old, carried their luggage, containing coins and food collected by the whole village, and embarked on the road to the big city. The parents of the three children all died in the snow disaster. Frank and a sister, and the four of them lived in the village chief’s house since childhood, and grew up listening to the "hero legend" mentioned by the village chief.

Frank yearns to be the famous human heroes, Bailey wants to be a powerful knight, and Shaer, the only one in the trio, desires to be an arcane who has infinite knowledge and knowledge of mysticism.

Dreams are something worth pursuing with all your life. The village chief grandfather said so.

"Don't talk about the entire Anya Continent, the Cold Frost Territory alone is amazingly large. No one can shelter you after leaving the village. Frank is passionate but lacks courage, Bailey is brave but too reckless, so Sha'er, you must always remind them not to let them do anything stupid." The village chief smiled, touching the girl's little head with a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

Bailey, who was carrying a sword, touched his nose and said indifferently: "Tsk, village chief, don't underestimate me! I promise to be the title of knight within five years! With fiefs and titles, everyone will no longer have to go hungry. Oh, Frank can be my little brother at that time, haha."

Still having the slouching look and an arrogant tone, Bailey has been so arrogant since childhood, and has become the king of children in the village due to his strength. However, he and Frank have a very strong relationship and are very righteous.

This is what happened four years ago. The reappearance in the dream now gives Frank a sense of warmth to relive, and a hint of discomfort. Bailey beside him is so real, his tone and expression are exactly the same as before, which gives Frank the illusion that nothing has changed.

"Hey, Frank, why are you stupid? At least you can say something." Bailey, who was standing beside him, pushed him hard with a little dissatisfaction, feeling deeply unhappy with his friend's wandering state.

"Ah, ah, I understand." Frank rubbed his red arms. This guy still did not know the importance of the attack as usual.

Looking at the white-haired village chief, the smiling close friend and Sha'er who was snuggling beside him, the tide of memories rushed to his brain.

Frank hugged his head tightly and felt like he was about to suffocate. Every time the dream reached this time, the pain came layer by layer like a tide. He knew why, and the fact that deep down he could not escape—

Whether he was looking forward to a hero, Bailey, who yearned for a knight, or Shaer, who envied the arcane, failed to achieve his wish. When they came to the big city, they were directly rejected by the adventurer union. The weak body and poor talent mean that they could only be ordinary people. Even the strongest Bailey among the teenagers in the village could not compare with the richly nutritious noble children since childhood.

They were cheated of all their coins in the city and were desperate and chose to become rats in the shadow - thieves. They were doing dirty and shameless things. Even in this group, they were just the lowest-level existences, without any guarantee, and would be dragged out to betray at any time.

In the last mission, the three of them accidentally failed. The stolen nobles were extremely furious. The whole city lit a large number of torches in the night to search for their traces. Sha'er, who was seriously injured, was captured by the guards, and the two of them had to escape with tears.

Since then, Frank has never heard of Sha'er again. Bailey, who has parted ways with him, left him the next day. If Frank hadn't met Uncle Orland, he would have become the same guy as those homeless people who wandered in the slums all day long.

Later, he successfully entered the family academy to study and became a qualified witch family member. Frank found the light of his life again, and also found hope to defeat those nobles.

"Hey..." The scene was still frozen in the scene when Bailey asked him. He had long forgotten what he had answered, and they probably couldn't hear it now.

But Frank still wiped his eyes, just like the dream of the past few days, and said unwaveringly: "I will definitely protect you!"

Tears kept flowing down.

"Aowu!" The cute wolf howl suddenly sounded in his ears made Frank suddenly wake up from his sleep.

He rubbed his red eyes, which were still with tears, and crawled up in a daze. His body was almost frozen. The raging fire burning before going to bed was extinguished at some point. He sneezed and was startled by the little loli who was getting close to him.

"Ah---" Skul dragged his long cute voice to vent his dissatisfaction. Before he could finish calling, his sister reached out to grab his ears and lifted it up. She swung her pink feet and kept swaying at Frank, as if warning him not to drag him back.

"Are you awake? I think you have not been resting well these days. Do you want to have a drink to warm your body?" A warm big hand patted his shoulder heavily. Oran handed him the wine bag in his hand with a heavy sword on his back with a serious expression. "Did you forget that today is the day you agreed with Lord Morpheus?"

"Damn it!" Frank slapped his head vigorously, took the wine bag and slurped a few sips. The spicy smell made him cough a few times.

Only then did he remember that today was the day to make an appointment with Lord Morpheus to assassinate the Duke and rescue his partner. It was a dream for a few people to enter the defensive Duke's mansion, but Lord Morpheus had promised that today was an excellent opportunity.

Even if it is not good, it can save the partners from the enemy.

And with the assistance of two witches, and with the cooperation between Morpheus, the probability of success of this action is extremely high.

"Let's go, be careful to follow." Oran looked at the people, unable to communicate with the two witches at all. He and Tie Hammer have tried their best to explain the plan successfully to them these days.
Chapter completed!