C482 The principality of william 73

The wind was howling, sweeping his hair, and his brown curls were fluttering in the air.

Cold? Why is it so cold?

Shulo tightened his clothes, but he could not stop the cold from running through his entire body.

"When you get to the top of the mountain, you must immediately call for me!"

The corners of his mouth were colorless, but his words were firm.

It was cold and weak