"Rustle..."
In the freshly fallen thick snow, several hawks drawn by the commotion perched on the completely bent branches of a mountaintop tree, curiously observing below. But the next moment, a man suddenly leaped up from the thick snow, clutching two ladies, startling them into hastily spreading their wings and screeching down below.
"Are you all okay? Most of the snow above has slid down, I pray it hasn't buried the supply point Balzac mentioned, or else I'll have to settle you in the snow."
"That tiny-looking cannon was unexpectedly loud, Kado's little girl always kept out of sight, didn't expect she had this trick up her sleeve... My God, Fisher, speaking of which, I've slept so long yet haven't recorded any technical knowledge about your human steam engines, after we go down you must buy me one to check out, a great Book Knight who does not keep up with the times is no good..."
"Sure, next time."
