Chapter 368
As Gavin returned to Brookspring in the Frostpeak, he was surrounded by a deste, frozen
landscape. Its reputation for harshness was earned through endless winters, where snow and ice held
dominion
without respite.
The howling winds and relentless blizzards were constantpanions, showing no mercy to those who
dared to tread its frozen trails.
Once, thisnd had been alive with a thriving ecosystem, but fate had dealt it a cruel blow,
Overnight, unforeseen events had transtormed into a deste wastnd devoid of any signs of life
Even the tracks of animals had disappeared underyers of snow and ice.
Amidst this icy wilderness, there stood a remarkable oasis of life-the stronghold of the Frostpeak
General
It resembled a grand medieval castle, radiating an aura of strength and authority that contrasted starkly
with the destion outside.
Despite its location in the harshest climates, this fortress remained untouched by the unforgiving
weather.
Curiously, the conditions within and outside the fortress were worlds apart.
Inside the fortress, the scene was dramatically different. It was a lush oasis, impervious to the biting
cold
outside.
No matter how fierce the storms raged beyond its walls, the fortress’s interior remained a serene
paradise.
At a nce, it appeared as if it were plucked from the realms of fairy tales.
However, this sanctuary was inhabited exclusively by the personal guards of Frostpeak General,
Jacket. There were no ordinary residents within its walls.
As the personal guards went about their duties, they exchanged hushed words:
“Hurry, we mustn’t bete in weing Riverrun General.
“We can’t afford any negligence!”
Among the guards, a man who ambledzily at the rear of the group spoke with an air of indifference:
“I wonder what brings Riverrun General here this time,
At this moment, another man sporting round sses shot a nce at thegging fellow and chimed in:
“Let’s refrain from gossiping about the war general’s affairs, shall we?
“After all, he’s none other than Riverrun General!
“We’re just ordinary people. It’s not our ce to indulge in idle talk about him.
“Let’s stay focused on our tasks!”
At that moment, within the War General’s stronghold, a group of War General’s personal guards stood
in perfect formation on a massive tform.
They stood in a stern formation as if preparing for a momentous event.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed from the sky, and a specially designed helicopter emerged from
the swirling snowstorm.
The personal guards of the war general watched as the colossal helicopter descended toward their
location.
A man donning sunsses stepped out from the helicopter and issued amand:
“Everyone, gather!
“Line up from left to right to give our respects to Riverrun General.”
Upon the helicopter’s arrival, the personal guards below followed the man’s directives with sunsses,
forming an orderly formation.
The helicopter descended to the ground with a powerful gust of wind
The behcopters door swung open at this moment, and a tall, rugged man withmanding features
stepped out
Standing at a towering six feet, he was striking and authoritative as he walked to the front of the
helicopter
The man who emerged from the helicopter was Matthew, the Riverrun General.
Yet, the questions lingered. Why had Matthew the Riverrun General, entered the Frostpeak General’s
stronghold?
And why hadn’t Frostpeak General personally extended his wee?
As Matthew, the Riverrun General, disembarked from the helicopter, he appeared remarkably at ease,
as if he were stepping into his own home.
Following the lead of the sunss-wearing figure, the entire Frostpeak’s personal guard formation
stood at attention and delivered a formal salute:
With the utmost respect, we wee Riverrun General!”
With these formalities observed, Matthew was ushered into the Frostpeak General’s stronghold by the
Frostpeak General’s personal guards.
Meanwhile, miles away from the Frostpeak General’s stronghold, a colossal stone structure that
appeared frozen in time for centuries experienced a slight shift.
Then, a deep and resonant voice resounded:
Dispatch a message to Brookspring immediately. Inform them that we have witnessed the arrival of
Matthew within the Frostpeak General’s stronghold.”
Gavin quietly entered Clifford Ancestral Home in Brookspring, greeted by the tranquil silence of thete
hour.
All the lights had been extinguished, and it was evident that everyone within the house had long since
retired to their beds.
Gavin nced at his wristwatch, noting that the time had passed well beyond 1 a.m., signaling that the
household was undoubtedly sound asleep.
With a cautious push, Gavin ventured further into the house, his keen eyes catching a faint glow from c
of the rooms. There, he discovered a petite figure nestled on the sofa, breathing rhythmically, lost in the
depths of slumber.
As Gavin entered the room, he identified the figure as La.
She had dozed off on the couch, her breath steady and peaceful.
Gavin couldn’t help but be ovee by a swell of tenderness as he looked at her.
A single strand of her hair had escaped its confines and caressed her cheek. Gavin extended his hand
to tuck it behind her ear gently.
At that moment, La stirred, her eyshes fluttering lightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
In the dimly lit room, she recognized the silhouette of a figure that bore an uncanny resemnce to
Gavin.
Could it indeed be Gavin who had returned at thiste hour?
Groggily, she whispered, “Gavin, you’re back. Are you hungry?”
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Before Gavin could respond, La’s head tilted slightly, and she returned to her peaceful slumber.
Gavin gazed upon the sleeping beauty before him, her vulnerability and weariness apparent.
It was evident that La had been weary ofte, with her fair share of events weighing her down. He
knew that La had eagerly awaited his return, much like a newlywed bride anticipating her husband’s
arrival.
Observing La’s peaceful slumber, and a sense of warmth enveloped Gavin’s heart. He gently lifted
her delicate form into his arms and carried her to her bedroom.
In that instant, he felt like a soft, vulnerable soul had nestled into his embrace, seeking warmth and
Gavia gazed tenderly at La in his embrace, offered a resigned smile, and headed toward La’s
bedroom.
Atter reaching La’s bedside, Gavin gently lowered her onto the bed, tucking her in carefully just as
Gavin was about to depart, he noticed that La had tightly grasped his hand and refused to let go.
Lying on the bed, La appeared anxious as she softly pleaded, “Gavin, please don’t go
Her voice was soft and childlike, filled with a hint of dependency.
Who could resist such a soft-spoken appeal?
But no, this couldn’t be
It was a tempting proposition, but Gavin couldn’t ignore the implications of spending the night in La’s
room in the Clifford family, especially given their circumstances.
After contemting his decision momentarily, Gavin once again tried to disentangle La’s hand from
his gently.
However, La’s grip only tightened, and she softly pleaded, “Gavin, I’m scared. Please don’t leave.”
Hearing La’s words, Gavin checked his watch and realized it waste. Ultimately, he decided to stay
the night.
Gavin tenderly stroked La’s head and whispered soothingly, “I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay right here
with you.”
As Gavin held the delicate figure in his arms, he realized that leaving now was no longer an option.
After a moment’s contemtion, he reminded himself that La was his fiancée, after all. Sleeping in
the same room shouldn’t be a cause for concern, he reasoned.
With that decision made, Gavin rolled over and climbed onto the bed, cradling La’s petite form in his
embrace.
And so, Gavin and La drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.