"Achoo."
Hundreds of kilometers from the Flame Fist Tribe.
Qinggang City.
Edwin walked into the hall and stretched, but unexpectedly sucked in a breath of cold air. He was so badly choked that he sneezed twice before recovering.
"What the hell? Why is the weather getting colder and colder?"
He looked up at the simple thermometer hanging on the wall. It showed that the temperature had already dropped to minus twenty-four degrees, approaching the dangerous red-line zone.
And this was indoors.
During Deep Winter in previous years, temperatures had only fallen to around minus fifteen degrees at most. Now, the drop had increased by nearly sixty percent! Outside, even though the tall ruins in Qinggang City formed windless zones, the temperature would fall by at least another fifteen degrees.
Added together, that was nearly minus forty degrees—completely unsuitable for humans to move around outdoors.
"Boss! Boss!"
Just as Edwin was considering whether to move the camp underground to survive this harsh winter, the gate hanging with thick straw curtains was roughly thrown open from outside. A middle-aged man rushed in, heavy white frost hanging from his beard.
When the middle-aged man saw Edwin, he hurried forward with lurching steps. His already-red face had taken on an unnatural flush.
"We got it! We squatted there for more than half a month, and we finally got it!"
"Got what?"
Edwin hunched his neck, avoiding the cold wind that blew in when the straw curtain was lifted.
"Take it slow. We've got plenty of time!"
For a Snow Bandit, the cold Deep Winter season was indeed the time of year with the most free time.
Like hibernating beasts, nearly ninety percent of Snow Bandits would hide themselves back in their lairs after a busy half-year and peacefully enjoy this period of rest.
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