Chapter 471 (1/2)

In this land next to the Arctic Circle, the sun did not bring much warmth, especially to the Andrea Family’s icy castle. The boring, black building relied on charcoal and boilers, which provided limited warmth to its occupants. The cold Siberian wind blew into the room through cracks in the window and Becky, who had just washed her face felt annoyed. “Who opened the window again?”

Lily squatted in front of the window with a naive and clean smile on her face. Vivian glanced at the husky, and said, “The husky’s here early in the morning to enjoy her ancestors’ blessings, eh? That’s such a dumb smile.”

Lily stood up and snorted. “I don’t care what you say. It’s good to have some cool air; it makes one adapt quickly to the climate at least, unlike you. You were frozen into an ice cube yesterday.”

Vivian had her arms on her hips. “Just three of them were frozen! And they didn’t crash. Didn’t I finally glide into the house successfully?”

“Don’t ask me to grill them again the next time they freeze. It was so unbecoming of you to tell me I couldn’t eat them after doing all the grilling. You were wasting my time.”

As always, Lily and Vivian were going at it hammer and tongs again, but the movement outside the castle had quickly shifted their attention. Something was approaching the castle from a distance. Upon careful observation, it appeared to be three sled teams. The sleds were sturdy and beautiful. They were covered in thick, brown bear fur and decorated with shiny copper antlers as well as side metal panels. Many groups of strong sled dogs were pulling the sleds and yes, they were Siberian huskies—three groups of them.

Despite snowmobiles being easier to use, there were still people using sledges as a means of transportation in the snowland. A few traditional ethnic groups still preferred this ancient mode of transport. The sled teams undoubtedly belonged to the castle owner, Igor. So, it seemed that the castle owner had returned from seeing his old friend.

The strong sled dogs had traveled a long distance, now gasping as they pulled up to the snowy border. They seemed reluctant to move again. The servants in the castle had already been informed and they rushed out to meet their master. Hao Ren just walked over to the window, stood there and looked out at the beautiful traditional sleds. He could not help but praise them, “Oh, those are beautiful sleds.”

Lily also glanced at the lasso and leash in front of the sleds. “Wow, sleds!”

Hao Ren looked at Lily, finding her bizarre. He had a vague feeling that the husky’s focal point was somewhat different than his.

Vivian bawdily poked Lily on the elbow and pointed her chin at the groups of huskies outside the castle. “Look, it’s your dear friends. Don’t you want to go out and say hello?”

Without saying anything, Lily pushed the window open to let out a loud “woof”. She immediately caused a ruckus outside as the Siberian Huskies ran excitedly before they lined up neatly in three formations. They barked incessantly at the castle as if they were shouting slogans.

Lily closed the window and looked provocatively at the stunned Vivian. “I’m telling you, it’s hard to find things with wings here, but huskies are a dime a dozen. Would you believe me, if I said I could climb up to the roof tonight, and call out 200 huskies with just one ‘woof’?”

Lily walked out proudly, leaving Vivian and Hao Ren speechless as they looked at each other. After a long while, Vivian said, “I can’t communicate with her.”

The first thing the middle-aged butler with the zombie face did was tell Igor about their guests. Igor was very surprised to hear that the demon hunter was not only alive, but he had also brought a large group of reinforcements. He immediately hosted a reception in the living room on the second floor of the castle.

Hao Ren had not eaten yet. Upon hearing about the castle owner’s invitation, he quickly went to the party.

Igor was a middle-aged man, less than 50 years old. He had a short, sturdy body, sparse hair on his head and pale skin, but a big red nose, which made him look a bit funny. However, beneath the comical face lay a depressed look. His depression made him look far older than his actual age. Igor was sensitive and cynical like an old man and even Hao Ren could see that the evil spirit in the castle had greatly accelerated Igor’s aging process.