Looking at the somewhat dazed Ma Lou, Kairils reached out and patted his shoulder, his expression regaining a knight's resolve:
"Stay here for now."
"The knights on patrol don't know you. It'll be troublesome if they arrest you as a suspicious person."
"But if anyone does give you trouble, remember to mention my name..."
Kairils straightened his blue-and-white robe and headed toward the door:
"I'm going to the Divine Hall now to report everything about the Cultists to the Archbishop."
"I promise you, the blood shed in Fog Town won't have been spilled in vain."
"Those bastards from the Abyss will pay for their atrocities!"
The door closed softly.
The White-Haired Knight's upright figure stepped back into the swirling snow.
In the empty room, Ma Lou was left alone, blankly clutching the heavy robe, speechless for a long time.
Holding the thick robe, Ma Lou still felt a jumble of emotions.
He took off his tattered coat and tossed it aside, then wrapped himself in the robe with its white fur collar.
He had to admit, Winterhold's clothes were comfortable. It felt soft against him, and he wasn't cold at all anymore.
"Phew... finally, I can take a break."
"Should I log off now and let everyone in the main group chat know I'm safe?"
Ma Lou flopped into the wooden chair and started making plans in his head:
While I'm at it, I'll show off the 'Winter Emissary' title I just got to Old Ji and the others!
And that mind-blowing exclusive pegasus flight!
If I post that in the group, won't those newbies who haven't even left Newbie Village have their eyes pop out with envy?
But the instant Ma Lou's backside touched the seat!
The temperature throughout the room plummeted without warning!
It wasn't a cold gust