I remember warning us on the first day of school to cherish our lives and stay away from there, and then repeat it again and again... Griffith thought about it. His mind was involved in many other things. There was no follow-up to the mountain monster in the forest more than a month ago. The school also took away the Beyonder characteristics of the mountain monster for investigation, and there was no reward for it.

It doesn't matter if there is an investigation conclusion, most of them are shrouded in shadows like the previous events. However, the Beyonder characteristics of mountain monsters are very precious!

Griffith became more and more anxious. The battles with mountain monsters and Roots are extremely adventurous, not in line with Griffith's old style at all. He originally planned to retreat after seeing the situation clearly, but the sudden outbreak of the battle involved him, and the final victory was very lucky. During this period of time, the more he summed it up, the more he felt that he was too careless that day.

Taking such a big risk, there must be a corresponding profit! I want to claim the ownership of Extraordinary characteristics.

"No way~"

The discussion at the long table continued, and Galadia shook her head, "The food and accommodation are arranged by the school. The high-ranking professors will take us to camp outside the forest, and the monsters on the edge of the forest have no courage to approach us!"

"Monsters on the edge of the forest?" Fiona interjected, asking curiously and worriedly, "Can't the powerful monsters in the depths of the forest come?"

"If that's the case, I'll have more specimens."

A cold, indifferent tone suddenly sounded from behind, startling everyone.

Professor Lordes did not know when he came here. His eyes swept across the classmates who were still eating breakfast, and he said in a constant and indifferent way:

"The winter camping is ahead of schedule. Now go back and pack your luggage. In half an hour, I will see everyone at the school gate and report to Veronos. If you are late for one minute, one point will be deducted from the practice class."

What?

Everyone couldn't believe their ears.

"Do you understand?" the professor said. "We start at nine o'clock, and the winter staff tour starts today."

...

White snow flakes fell on Griffith's shoulder armor. The light snow in the early morning has turned into goose feather snow.

Today suddenly became a day for a first-year staff trip.

The freshmen who had just entered the school for a few months put on thick cloaks and tightly wrapped warm woolen scarves, and lined up in a long line to follow the professors toward the Whispering Forest. The four colleges set off in different orders and destinations. The first stop of Minerva College was an abandoned castle 40 miles away from the college.

The brownie pixies drove their wagons full of luggage and food, running over the soft white snow and walking behind the line. The 20 Minerva's exclusive Cytolars put on the heavy armor they had just taken off, and quickly spread out on the road with their spears and spears.

"Disperse, spread out in a guarded formation along the way," Professor Erich did not participate in this camp, but this did not prevent him from shouting to the young man in sharp armor, "Griffith, Ophelia, Don't be slow, why haven't the scouts been sent out yet? Why are the skirmish lines so close to the brigade?!"

"Wow~ I didn't expect to scold us before going out!" Ophelia came to Griffith's side, and together with him looked at the student team that passed slowly not far away, "Young masters and ladies are walking so slowly. ."

"The snow made our movements very inconvenient, and we started in a hurry. The speed is very good now," Griffith stared at Sonia's figure in the long queue, and then pulled his eyes back.

Let the untrained people march 40 miles in the heavy snow, the school's heart is really big.

"I'm going out with the hunters," the girl with the blond ponytail stretched out her hand and pointed at the map in front of Griffith, "Watch Fort, where we meet, where we camp tonight."

From Homonwarts, head west along the northern edge of the Whispering Forest to an abandoned fort about 40 miles away.During the war a hundred years ago, the princes of the North tried to raid Bayeran through the Whispering Forest. To achieve this goal, the princes of the North built a strong fortress on high ground with boulders and stationed more than two hundred soldiers here. While monitoring the movements of Homonwarts, they forced nearby villagers to clear forests and make roads.

No one saw those soldiers and villagers again.

...

You can't ride a horse-drawn carriage for a whole day's journey. If you have frostbite or fall, you will be cured and continue to walk. The winter sun sank early, adding a bit of chill to the cold hands and feet.

Griffith checked the route and direction and confirmed that he had not gone the wrong way. He collected the map and ran down from the commanding heights on the side of the road, towards the front of the team.

"Look~ The tin can is back." The tired Master Fisher said angrily, "It's better to let them do this kind of shit."

"Yeah, why do we still do this kind of thing in our capacity?" The young master Padong muttered to the side, "Even if we are going to lead the army in the future, we must maintain the dignity of the nobles, right?"

"Wouldn't it be great if there was a war!" Winston, another member of Fisher's clique, looked energetic. "I'll let Ophelia come to my tent at night."

"Pay attention to your words, idiot," Fisher shouted sharply before Young Master Padang could agree, "She's not something you can covet, take care of yourself before Lord Aaron speaks."

The torturous journey lasted all day, and the snow that filled the sky seemed to have a tendency to turn into a blizzard. Fortunately, as the evening approached, the freshmen could already see the outline of the towering castle ahead.

"Are we going to live there at night?" Sonia lifted the fluffy cloak and hood and looked at the ruins under the gray sky, "I'm a little excited to think about it!"

"This castle is maintained by the school every year and is the first stop of winter camping," Miss Fiona leaned close to Sonya's side and put her arm around her, "but~ I don't feel very well. In every way~ "

"Just hold on!" Galadia shook her head, took off the ear caps on her pointed ears and put them in her rucksack. "When Brownie lights the bonfire and lays down the blankets for dinner, you'll be cheering!"

"Stop," came the voice of Associate Professor Veronos leading the team from the howling north wind, "Faculty and Brownie, set up the camp, we'll rest here tonight. Everyone—I haven't said disbanding yet. "

The first-year students, who had been walking all day, held back their cheers and stood on the spot, poking their heads and looking at the ancient castle on the huge rock in front of them.

The fort is built on a naturally formed gray-white rock, more than ten meters above the ground. The builders of the castle dug wide passages that spiral upwards along the edge of the rock, and built double walls and towers of gray rock on the flat ground at the top.

The erosion of the years has disintegrated the walls of the rock and most of the buildings, bringing with it plant seeds and dirt. Looking up from the bottom of the boulder, you can see trees and bushes growing on the rock but not completely covered by the snow.

The Brownies drove the wagon swiftly up the spiral passage. Before they set up the camp, the professors and students came to a nearby tree and found a dry space to sit and rest.

Although everyone does not need to carry luggage, it is something that many students have never experienced before walking on their own feet for a day. Sonia drank several physical strength supplements along the way, and it took a lot of perseverance to stand up after each rest.

Griffith stepped on the snow and trotted towards the resting crowd. Like the other Cytorals, Griffith was in a state of battle during this camp. In this case, his relationship with Sonia changed to the same state as the leader of the sergeant and the commander.

For this reason, even though the Larmor's girl was exhausted, Griffith couldn't carry her on his back.

"Miss Sonia, ladies and gentlemen, the investigation has been completed, and the scouts have found no signs of danger. This is the camp layout and security plan for tonight." Griffith slapped his chest and turned to a few tired people beside him. The pale-faced girls and boys greeted each other one by one, reported some routines required by the code, and handed over the map he drew very seriously.

Just as Griffith owes his obligations to the Larmor family, the heirs of famous families should also respond to the call of their monarchs—His Majesty the King or an archduke to the battlefield when needed. For the noble students of Homonwarts, when they were in the third or fourth grade, they had a high probability of receiving a summons order to take their vassals and soldiers to the battlefield or to complete a dangerous mission.

It is against this background that Homonwarts holds camps or field teachings every semester, led by experienced professors or associate professors, simulating wartime marches and camps, and even assessing them by courses and credits.

Of course, no matter how simulated it is, the infantry of the brigade cannot be changed. In order to let everyone have a good experience, the school has been asking everyone to walk for many years.

Staff travel is not a trip, it is not an outing, it is the most terrifying course at Homonwarts.