The sky was about to dark, Chu Songluo lit the oil lamp, and the warm light gently illuminated a small square world in the tent.

After nightfall in the Far North, it is cold to the point that there is water and ice. Every night, there is always a wind and snow howling, like a ghost whimpering, making people feel desolate and unspeakable.

This is the rallying point for the entire world of ice elementals.

Chu Songluo opened the tent curtain, and the bone-chilling wind struck, and the soldiers guarding immediately bowed and saluted, and asked him with a look of reverence: "My lord, what are your orders?" ”

He shook his head and said, "It's not a big deal, I just want me to do it myself." ”

He closed his eyes, felt the breath of the ice elemental in the cold wind hunting, and thought that someone was watching, and it always seemed strange that he did not follow the rules to recite those mantras of the middle and second diseases, so he whispered: "O immortal spirit of all things, come at my beckon, and manifest yourself in the form of a converging star!" ”

The wind seemed to stand still for a moment, and then turned abruptly. Fluttering snow particles gathered in his hands at great speed.

As if the wind and snow were gathering in his hands, a small ball floated in Chu Songluo's hand and spun wildly. The soldiers stationed here were all stunned and stunned when they raised the tent curtains and looked at the vision that the great magician could hardly cause. In about half a minute, the condensation of the wind and snow stopped, and the spinning ball gradually turned from gray to extremely thick black, turning faster and faster, but suddenly collapsed at the last moment, revealing a crystal clear snowflake that seemed to be made of condensing the ice and snow in the world.

Chu Songluo held the snowflake made of ice essence in the palm of his hand, nodded to the guard, and said, "There will be no more snow tonight, and we will set off as soon as it dawns tomorrow morning." ”

The little guard immediately "snapped" and saluted, with two big words "worship" on his shining face, and replied loudly in high spirits: "Yes!" ”

Then he saw the unsmiling lord signal to him that there were wounded in the tent, and then raised his index finger to his lips with a smile.

Chu Songluo smiled and saw that the guard's face was flushed and smoke was coming out of his head, he turned around mechanically, and then ran stiffly in a standard posture to inform everyone.

Once he had entered the tent, he looked devotedly cold again, just in time to see Theodore open his eyes.

Theodore himself is very good-looking, and at this time he is in elven form. It is said that because of the favor of nature, the body of the elf will glow softly, and Theodore has a very faint but very beautiful light at the moment. His long platinum-blond hair was scattered on the side, his eyelashes were as long as small fans, the color was light, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes had a clear and holy light like a feather.

He frowned slightly in confusion, and when he opened his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and the dim light of the oil lamp flickered in his green eyes. Seeing Chu Songluo, he was still puzzled where this was, and suddenly remembered his experience of being knocked unconscious, and immediately came to his senses, sat up vigilantly, and took a few steps back.

This person did not have the rudeness before, but was cold and detached, polite, and did not mention what happened when Theodore was in distress, and when he saw him dodging, he only raised his eyebrows and bowed slightly, "Your Highness is awake." ”

Theodore looked up and down at the lean but extraordinarily good-looking man who had taken off his armor and cloak, smiled cautiously, and asked, "May I ask who your Excellency is?" ”

"Ah, excuse me for being rude." His dark and bottomless eyes looked directly at Theodore with an inexplicable emotion, but there was still no expression on his face, "Allow me to introduce myself to you, Lord of the Far North, Agarus Rionasibi. ”

Theodore was a little apprehensive by his eyes, pursed his lips, and then reluctantly smiled and said, "It turns out that Lord Winter, you are also a famous hero in Altado, and I have respected you for a long time-"

He suddenly felt that he was being looked at meaningfully, so the polite words stuck in his mouth and could not be spoken, so he could only smile awkwardly. looked at Agarus again, but saw that he had a calm expression, as if that glance just now was just an illusion.

Chu Songluo silently picked up his cloak, said "rude" softly, and draped Theodore on his body. Theodore buried his head and did not dare to make direct contact with his eyes, so he had to bury his head and keep silent.

Chu Songluo slowly tied the strap of his cloak and said calmly: "Your Highness still has many serious injuries on his body, because your identity is inconvenient to disclose, so I haven't asked someone to deal with it yet." ”

As soon as he said this, Theodore began to feel the rubble embedded in the soles of his feet, the scratches on his body, and the frostbite on his face began to ache faintly, especially the frostbite on his hands and feet, which were smoked by the heat in the tent, and began to itch uncontrollably - but who changed this wide nightgown for himself?

The dressing gown and cloak were much longer than his own, and Theodore glanced at the man, who was two heads taller than himself, and together with this ordinary but fine fabric, he determined the owner of the clothes. Forget it, the silk clothes before were so tattered, it was better to wear them naked** - just a change of clothes, it didn't matter.

After all, this man looks as cold as the snow-covered peaks of the Far North, tall and silent, and unaware of human pleasures.

There is also a faint smell of pines and cypresses covered by snow on the clothes, which smells very good, with an indescribable male hormonal smell, but it is not strong, it only makes people feel refreshing and longing.

Theodore was thinking in a mess, but he was suddenly picked up by Acharus, and in a startled way, he habitually hugged his neck, and saw the man's deep and wordless eyes like obsidian, and was stunned for a moment, but he realized that this person was not his knight, and quickly put down his hand, feeling that his sharp elf ears were about to smoke.

It is also strange to say that he usually hugged his knight in this way, even if he had never spoken to that man, he always felt that he would be forgiven and secretly and innocently loved, so he always had no fear, and it was often the little knight who fled in the desert; At the moment, however, he always felt as if he had defiled the "flower of Kaolin"—no, the word was used so strangely, he first denied himself, but he could not find the right word, and in the middle of his thoughts, he was gently placed on a soft sheet.

Chu Songluo didn't say a word, and with an irresistible meaning, he piled up the long cylindrical nightgown from under his feet, took the medicinal wine and gently wiped the wounds for him.

Theodore suddenly reacted at this time, and hurriedly refused: "Don't bother, adults, a little injury, I can just apply the Holy Light Technique myself-"

The man said: "If you are injured in the extreme north, the wound will be eroded by a large amount of ice element, and the Holy Light Technique cannot expel it, but will only leave the ice element in the body, and you will have a cold disease in the future, I'm afraid it will be troublesome." He gestured to Theodore with the medicinal wine in his hand, "This is a specially blended medicinal wine by the people here, only by rubbing the medicinal wine every day until the wound recovers, can the ice element be slowly expelled to prevent future troubles." ”

In Theodore's suspicious gaze, the man raised his eyebrows, and his tone was flat: "If Your Highness doesn't believe it, you can give it a try." ”

Theodore was frightened and no longer said that he would treat himself; It's just that he was drugged like this, and he still felt very ashamed, and he resisted very silently, but he saw that the man's expression was cold and indifferent from beginning to end, and his eyes were as cold as ice and snow, as if the body of the beautiful young man was just a simple object to him, and there was no hint of meaning, so he was a little angry.

――I have always been invincible, but it is rare for someone to treat me as nothing? It must be that this person is blind, or he doesn't understand the touching taste of love at all, but he is just an unenlightened elm head!

But although the man's face was condensed, his movements were really gentle and gentle, and he was cautious; Theodore couldn't help but start to have a little delusion about him: if such a man who was strong and cold on the surface, but gentle as water in details, could surrender to him...... He suddenly woke up again, and for the first time felt that it was an insult to think like that to be with others.

Here it is again, this kind of inferiority complex that inexplicably feels that he is noble, he is obviously the holy son of the temple, but he always feels that the other party is arrogant and powerful and does not allow any defilement.

Theodore secretly warns himself not to indulge in beauty and a moment of gentleness: remember, Theodore! How rudely this bastard treated you when you were injured before!

But there was no pain in the scene he recalled, only the scene of his fingers moving in his mouth.

Theodore began to feel a sharp pain again!

It turned out that Chu Songluo had already dealt with the wound on his foot at this time, and he took tweezers to remove the fine sand and gravel for Theodore, and rubbed the liquor to disinfect it. The severe pain made Theodore suddenly want to retract his feet, but Chu Song grabbed the delicate, slender and white ankles to death, so Theodore straightened his body in pain, and his toes curled up into a ball.

Even his toes are delicate and delicate, and his nails are shining with soft pink in the dim light, which is extremely small and cute. Chu Songluo was itchy in his heart, and he was also itchy physiologically, but his face was silent and bandaged him slowly.

Theodore bit his cloak and thought viciously, it's better that this bastard doesn't like him, otherwise he will definitely make him look good!

But the next moment, the man gently massaged his bruised ankle for him, and said in a deep and nice voice: "Fang is in a hurry, it's rude." ”

Then he put on his dressing gown, and removed the platinum-blond hair that had been scattered in front of him by the painful dodge.

Theodore thought that his force was a scum in front of the other party, even if it hurt a lot, he didn't dare to scold, forced to deter, he shook his head in pain, tears flashed in his eyes but didn't dare to fall, "It's okay, adults are all for me to heal faster." ”

The lights were dim and flickered, and he seemed to feel a smile in the man's eyes, but it was fleeting, and when he looked at it again, it seemed to be an illusion. Then the man pulled out a small, exquisite, crystal-clear snowflake-shaped ring.

"Your Highness's Pramelia promise has withered and damaged due to the cold, so let's replace it with this first."

He said it lightly, but Theodore knew that what a great lord could take out was definitely much better than what an ordinary elf could take. But the elf was his mother after all, so he hesitated and asked cautiously, "Can't that Plumella's promise be repaired?" -- It's really important to me. ”

The lord's face froze, and then his expression became even colder: "I'll find a way later, and before that, please ask Your Highness to replace it with this thing." ”

Theodore wanted to cry without tears, and he missed his gentle and shy squire, the patient and considerate priests, and the knights of the silent dogs, and took the ring tremblingly, and put it on his little finger - he didn't have time to think about why the size was so right, and racked his brains to think of how to appease the haughty lord's anger at his ignorance, and when he saw that he was about to walk away, he stammered and called out, "Great, sir!" ”

Chu Songluo's face was as cold as frost, but he still looked down at him.

The elf boy had disappeared, and only saw the human boy with long flaxen hair looking extremely thin, and the mist in his blue eyes was rising. ”

Chu Songluo liked his well-behaved and cute appearance very much, so his tone calmed down, and he replied to him without care, "I did it myself, and I didn't choose a name." However, since it has been given to His Highness, it is called a gift to the Flower of Light. ”

He said, "It's late at night, and tomorrow morning you have to get up early to march, so let Your Highness rest as soon as possible." ”

A warm quilt came over, still in the way of covering his head and face, covering his nose and eyes. Theodore pulled his head out of the quilt, looked at the oil lamp hanging from the top of the tent, and put a pot on it in his heart.

It's all the fault that this oil light line is too ambiguous, otherwise how could I feel that such an iceberg that doesn't understand interest is gentle?

Obviously the wound is treated so well, how can you never remember to cover your head when you cover something?

It made him unable to breathe, and his heart was beating so fast.

Theodore turned over with a whimper, reminding himself in annoyance that the beauty was wrong, and that Altado and his attendants, priests, and knights were waiting for him, so don't take it lightly!