Chapter 488 The Kingdom of Fog

Joan's cheeks were hot, and he quickly shook his head and declined.

"Anyway, I am strong and walk fast, and I don't feel tired when I carry you on the road, so you don't need to be polite to me." Clark said with a smile.

"No need, I'll just go by myself."

In order to prove that he didn't need Clark's back, Joan quickened his pace and walked in front of him.

The frost giant didn't force it, he laughed, got up and followed.

Seeing his hearty smile, Joan suddenly thought of Gray, the gray bag beast who followed Kandy to settle in the Algonquin Valley.

Although Clark was much smarter than Gray and more sophisticated in dealing with people, they all had a sincere and sincere temperament in their bones, which moved Joan and made him feel a little more fond of this rough and savage man.

Clark was familiar with the terrain of House Town, and led Joan across the street to a mansion located in the northeast corner of the town.

The house is surrounded by a circle of fences painted in milky white, the gate is half-hidden, and a cobblestone avenue is sandwiched between vegetable beds and flower beds, leading straight to a rather impressive two-storey building, showing that the owner wealth and taste.

Clark probed into the door and looked around, but found that no one was guarding the door nearby, so he simply pushed open the courtyard door and swaggered in. Noticing that Joan was hesitating, she turned her head and waved to him, urging him to follow.

Joan faintly felt that it was inappropriate to break into other people's homes without permission, but couldn't resist Clark's repeated urging, so he had to bite the bullet and follow.

The two walked along the avenue to the big house, and Clark bluntly slammed the door. Seeing it in his eyes, Joan couldn't help frowning secretly.

"Come on, come on!"

The door flew open, and a pudgy old woman in a flowered apron and white kerchief stepped out, nearly bumping her head into Clark's thick leg.

The old woman took two steps back in surprise, fumbled out a pair of reading glasses from her apron pocket and put them on the bridge of her nose, raised her head, and squinted her eyes to look at the frost giant who almost blocked the entire door tightly. Surprise quickly turned to surprise.

"Hey! It turned out to be you, a big fool. No wonder you knocked on the door so loudly that it almost broke the door!"

"Haha! Aunt Minna, long time no see. You look pretty good." Clark bent down and hugged the old woman affectionately.

The old woman pursed her lips and kissed the Frost Giant's cheek, and then scolded him: "I haven't seen your shadow for a whole year, did you run to punch again?"

Clark shook his head again and again, like a child eager to defend himself in front of his parents.

"I haven't formally participated in a boxing match for a long time. Aunt Minna, I just came back from Niflheim. I was entrusted with serious things to do. How can I find time to fight now?"

"Okay, okay, you are old enough, you should settle down and find a proper job, Niflheim...Silly boy, why are you going to that hellish place? You are not afraid of being frozen to death!"

"My dear aunt, don't forget that I am a frost giant! Although the polar region is very cold, I like it very much! Especially the aurora there, it is beyond description." Clark replied with a smile.

Joan listened to the chat between Clark and Mrs. Minna, and became a little more curious about Clark.

The east coast of Wilnoa is divided into four major regions from south to north.

The southernmost region is the Alfheim region, the central part is the Midgard region, and further north is the Jotunheim colony belonging to the Kingdom of Fizen. Further north, within the Arctic Circle, is the "Neighborhood" that Clark just mentioned. Fulheim".

Niflheim is also known as the "Land of Fog". It is said to be the birthplace of the ancient Styx River. The territory is icy and snowy, thick with fog, monsters are rampant, and there are few people. It is a veritable bitter cold place.

The aborigines of the New World, including the Asa and the Giants, rarely set foot in the "Country of Mist", and the colonists from the Old World would not go to the "White Desert" where the climate is extremely cold and the ice sheets are everywhere.

It is said that since ancient times, only the Styx witches who worship the "goddess of the underworld" Hull are willing to settle in the Arctic Circle, and most of the witches are lonely and indifferent, and are very unfriendly to outsiders. Clark ran to that kind of ghost What are you going to do there?

Just when Joan was wondering, Clark turned around and introduced Mrs. Minna with his shoulders.

"This little brother is a friend I just met, named Joan Vida, auntie, get us something to eat, my stomach is flattened by hunger."

Mrs. Minna looked Joan up and down, and suddenly laughed.

"Clark, you really know how to make friends. When you stand with this Mr. Vader, he looks even more handsome."

"Standing with Brother Joan makes me look taller and mightier!" Clark added smugly.

Joan's face was hot with embarrassment, not knowing how to deal with such an occasion.

Mrs. Minna took his hand and helped him out with a smile: "Come in, my children, the master is discussing an important matter with the lawyer, and it is not convenient to entertain you in person, I will take you to the kitchen to fill your stomach first .”

At this time, the sky had completely darkened. The Davis family had just had dinner, and there was still a small pot of stewed beef brisket with tomatoes left in the kitchen.

Mrs. Minna put the stew into a large basin, first picked out a bowl of meat and handed it to Joan, and then handed the rest to Clark.

Then he opened the cabinet again, took out the freshly baked rye bread, filled a basket full, and handed him a large pot of hot coffee.

Joan thanked gratefully. Clark, on the other hand, buried his head in his mouth and ate it unceremoniously. Mrs. Minna laughed at Mrs. Minna's slurping, and urged Joan to eat quickly, lest Clark would fill his "bottomless pit" like stomach with food.

"Eat first. I'll go to the living room to see what the master needs to serve. I'll tell him that you're here. He must be very happy."

"Father Gordon is the most hospitable person I've ever met. Is he in good health?"

"The body is fine, but the mood is bad." Mrs. Minna's face was gloomy.

Clark put down the bread and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Dad, is there anything you're unhappy about?"

"It's not all caused by the troubles at the ranch. I don't understand business matters. I will send Mr. Lawyer away later. You can go and ask the master yourself."

Clark looked at the back of Mrs. Minna leaving in a hurry, and his two thick bluish eyebrows frowned, as if he was thinking about something, his appetite was obviously not as strong as before.

Joan chewed the stew, and had a vague premonition that the Davis family seemed to be in trouble. Although he was not a nosy person, he didn't mind helping the master's family as much as he could, as a return of tonight's hospitality.

While thinking, Joan heard deliberately light footsteps behind him, as if someone was sneaking over.