In early February, there was a small town called Laninte located two hundred kilometers from Ice Peak City.
It was more like a tiny settlement rather than a town, with dozens of cottages built beside the main road that led south from the Dillon Kingdom to the Royal Capital.
It provided brief respite for passing travelers and merchants, and thus, the standard of living for the residents here was somewhat better compared to other places.
Bang! Whoosh~
The door to the only inn in Laninte Town was pushed open from the outside, with a harsh cold wind rushing into the warm tavern. It sobered up the drunken patrons a little, and they opened their bleary eyes to size up the unexpected guests.
You see, it was deep winter, and hardly any outsiders would pass through Laninte when heavy snow blocked the roads. Anyone who dared to venture out at this time was courting death.
