168-169 My Queen
When the last gunshot sounded, Wen Maixue screamed by the fire.
The scream pierced the sky, and the first rays of morning Sunshine lit up the snowy ground. The hunters, realizing they had not yet received their hard-earned hunting rewards for the month, quickly ran out.
Viscount Orleans' hand continued to pull the trigger, with the sound of empty shots echoing inside the barrel. Count Olson fell to the ground, his eyeballs bulging out of their sockets, and his warm blood melting deep furrows in the snow.
In the campsite, only two people stood: the shocked Wen Maixue and the Viscount who had killed Count Olson.
Such a major event had not occurred in the secluded Alpine Mountains for many years. Just before the harsh winter was about to set in, the arrival of over ten police cars made the entire Great Snow Mountain boil with activity.
