Clark City is in the midst of a storm.

The mottled knife marks and the gap wall was hung with a thick layer of snow. Occasionally, patrol footsteps passed and fell out of the wall. Dozens of horses were coming back from outside. There were sounds and shouting on the wall. Then the city gate opened a gap enough to pass the horse to let them in. The headed knight had fluffy and loose blond hair, like a lion's mane. After he stopped the horse, he drank a sip of wine, and the snowflakes on his beard shook down in a series of movements.

On the city wall, someone hurried down, looking uneasy: "God of General, have you seen the Romans outside?"

"The Romans will not come again with such heavy storm." Gerald tightened his wine bag and smiled and comforted him. After a while, he waved to the front before riding his horse and continued to move forward, passing through the long stone-paved street. At this time, people were no longer visible on the street. It was so quiet that it made people feel panicked. After the March-long siege, winter was coming again. The city's supplies were also in short supply to the most serious level. It was a miracle to be able to persist until now without collapse. But if it had not improved, the situation was still deteriorating.

After all, Clark City is now an isolated city.

With the sound of horse hooves trampling, they arrived at Clark Castle one road. Gerald turned over and dismounted and handed the reins to the guards at the gate. While slapped the snow on his body, he asked the other party: "Is the Queen busy?"

"Several officials came from the municipal government, but they had just left."

"Yeah, I'll go in and take a look."

Gerald strode in and walked into the apse. The two conservative guards saw the queen's brother coming towards this side, and quickly pushed open the thick hall door. The warm temperature cut the cold air on their bodies. The palace dome was hanging three braziers. The woman in a white long skirt sat in front of the fireplace and quietly flipped through books. The long hair hanging around her waist flashed in the flames. When she heard the footsteps, her feet exposed on the carpet were naked and retracted into her skirt. She turned another page, and her voice was cold: "The Romans are not good at fighting in winter, why should my brother run out?"

Gerald, who had stepped in, took off his cloak and threw it to the maid of the castle, took off his two pairs of shoulder armor on his shoulders, and walked behind the chair in front of the fireplace: "I have taken people over and seen it. The Roman army has retreated, leaving only an empty camp."

In front of the fireplace, the woman's deep blue eyes reflected the swaying flames in the fireplace, and gently folded a few simple silk pieces: "Brother, do you think that Emperor Severu, who is the title of Parthian Conqueror, will let Clark go like this?" As she stood up, the lace of the long skirt dragged to the ground.

Gerald grabbed the back of the chair and watched his sister walk to the bookshelf. He frowned: "…Severu did not leave the army?"

"When I was in the East, my brother should have read more military books from the Selius." The woman's eyes flashed across the corner and looked at the brother over there, putting the folded cloth into the shelf: "... instead of wrestling with the giant beside Gongsun every day, there is what I wrote here. Come here when you have time, quietly take a look at the military wisdom of the East, and by the way, your nephew Ditma."

"I don't know Selius's words..." Gerald spread his hands and looked around: "Where is Ditma?"

“Learn archery with Astia upstairs.”

"Then I'll go see him."

In the past two years, Gerald knew very well that most of the sisters in front of him were giving advice. Of course, there were also Romans who were focusing on the Parthian Empire from time to time, so they did not attack here with all their strength. However, the younger sister is becoming more and more like the man from the East. When he went upstairs to see his nephew, his eyebrows became more and more similar to the other person.

After watching the little boy practice archery, he said a few words to the general named Astiya, and then left. Even in the cold winter, he still had many things to do with himself.

He rode on the war horse and slowly left the castle with his guards. Occasionally, he looked back and saw his sister standing alone in front of the cold stone window watching him go to the market. Until he couldn't see it, Stephanie retracted her gaze. The sky gradually darkened in the wind and snow. She was holding the windowsill with some fatigue and remembered the news from Parthia not long ago, which made her tremble slightly.

That man is really here.

"Her Majesty the Queen." A tall figure walked nearby and quietly woke up the trembling and tragic woman. Stephanie returned to her cold expression and looked slightly sideways. It was Astya who taught her son, who was in her thirties, had long faces and thick beards, had straight eyebrows, and was quite majestic. "The prince's archery has made great progress. When the heavy snow melts, Ditma and me can go outside to practice archery."

"This happened after the Romans retreated."

I thought the conversation would end, and Stephanie was about to go downstairs when the Astia general quickly caught up. "Queen..." Stephanie turned her head to look at him, frowned slightly: "What else?"

"Yes...is..." Astia hesitated for a moment, as if he had gathered up his courage and spoke seriously: "......I have been teaching the prince to shoot arrows for several months. I have seen everything the queen did for the Germans. When I was the weakest, I felt sorry for sitting alone in front of the fireplace and no one was relying on..."

"..." Stephanie opened her mouth slightly. Even though she had always been calm, she was stunned by the sudden words.

The man over there said with his chest fluctuating violently: "......... In the past few months, I have seen the queen's figure every day, and I like it very much." He looked at the boy who was focusing on archery there, "Little Dimat cannot be without a father, and the queen cannot be without a husband." The more he spoke, he became more and more excited, and he reached out and grabbed Stephanie's shoulder: "......Astia is willing to do anything for the queen, but I don't know if the queen is willing..."

On the other side, while the arrows were nailed to the target, a faint sound also sounded between the two of them. Stephanie opened the palm of her shoulder and her eyes gathered the coldness of keeping others at a loss, "I have a husband, and Dimat also has a father!"

"I misunderstood, but if the Queen changes her mind, Astia is willing to wait for the call at any time..." Astia glanced at the beautiful and cold woman for a few more times before turning and leaving. When Stephanie stood there, warmth suddenly came from her cold hands. She looked down and the blond black-eyed Dimat was holding her hand, her little head was tilted, and her tender voice was saying: "Is my father really a wolf? Will he eat Dimat?"

"No, your father is the best father in the world." Stephanie squatted down, gently wiped the sweat stains on her son's forehead, picked him up and walked to the windowsill, looking at the snowflakes flying outside.

"…He's coming to you soon."

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"I'm here to find you."
Chapter completed!