[6 years ago]

【Western Aslan Empire・Misty Green Island】

The air is moist and cool, and the breeze carries the scent of trees.

Gilgamesh walked at the front, and on both sides of the road were lush and tall kapok, and at this moment it was early winter, and the leaves of the kapok had already fallen off, and a thick layer of golden leaf mats were laid on the clean stone road, which did not look bleak, but had a kind of warmth. Every spring, these kapok flowers bloom like flames, and large clusters of red decorate the main road leading to the Foggy Green Island, and the rich red has the solemnity of a royal noble.

Donghyuck followed two steps diagonally behind Gilgamesh, his gait rigorous and exquisite, his footsteps sounding very regular, like a carefully calculated rhythmic drum beat.

Compared with Dong He, Galanz, who was far behind, seemed to be a drunken young man, he staggered and looked like he couldn't walk in a straight line, looking at the birds in the woods for a while, and reaching out to pick a wild fruit from a bush by the roadside. There was always a faint uninhibited smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked cynical.

He seemed a little absent-minded all the time, because his attention was always on the silver-haired girl walking beside him.

Galanz couldn't help but keep peeking at her out of the corner of her eye, however, her face always looked cold. She hadn't said a word since she was taken away from Browntown. But she didn't want to run away either, and she always maintained a polite obedience.

"Don't you know how to speak?" asked Granz as she leaned over to her and asked with a serious and solemn expression.

She didn't react at all and continued walking forward.

Galanz tugged at the corners of his mouth and snorted in his heart.

At the end of Kapok Avenue, two moss-covered idols stood opposite each other, one holding a sword and the other holding a shield, as if guarding this quiet and sacred territory.

The silver-haired girl raised her gaze, and a sparkling scenery came into view.

Dotted with islands of all sizes, lazily scattered on the surface of a huge lake, the islets are covered with rich vegetation, and from a distance, each islet looks like a mass of fluffy green moss.

The humidity of the air was very obvious, but it was not the kind of uncomfortable stickiness, but rather a fresh moisturization of people's skin, and there was a distinct smell in the slowly circulating breeze, similar to the scent of Gilgamesh, but not as mellow and precipitated as his scent.

The silver-haired girl took a deep breath, compared to Brown Town, this place was simply a fairyland on earth.

"The king said, you freshen up first, and then come and eat with us. Galanz turned his head to look at the silver-haired girl beside him, and then pointed to the hot spring in the middle of the underground stone chamber, "This hot spring is connected to the underground geothermal heat, and the spring water has a lot of minerals that are conducive to the recovery of the body, which has a good recovery effect on the burned skin, and can also reduce the scars left behind." The concentration of golden soul mist in the spring water is very high, I see that you have a lot of scars on your body, I don't know if you can do soul magic, if you can, then you should recover quickly. ”

The silver-haired girl did not speak, walked to the edge of the hot spring, squatted down, stretched out her hand and tested the temperature of the water, it was very warm, but it was not scorching. The spring water has a mineral smell like sulfur.

Galanz put the clothes in his hand on a smooth and warm old wooden table on the side, scratched the messy hair tied up on the top of his head, and said with a little embarrassment: "Before the prince took us off, he didn't tell us that you were a woman, so we didn't prepare your change of clothes. Donghe lives with three people, and there is no one else, so you may need to put on my clothes first, my clothes have just been washed, clean, I will put them here for you, you can wash them...... Ouch hey, my mother!"

The silver-haired girl had already taken off all the clothes on her upper body, turned her back to Galanz and was about to take off her pants and walk into the hot spring, turned her head sideways, and looked at Galanz behind her with red ears and helpless hands a little puzzled.

"You, you...... Are you guys so open-minded?" Granz felt the blood rush all over his body, his face flushed hot, "My eyes ...... I'll go out first!"

"What is open and not open. A deep and magnetic voice sounded in the stone chamber, Galanz looked at the person with his back to him, turned around indifferently, and faced himself head-on, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Galanz suddenly squatted down, holding his head in his hands, and grabbed his hair vigorously. Then he stood up suddenly, looked at the thin and flat-chested silver-haired boy in front of him, and took a deep breath: "You are a man?!"

"Did you always think I was a woman?" replied the silver-haired boy nonchalantly, then took off his clothes and walked into the hot springs. He buried his face in the spring water and began to wash his makeup from his face with his hands. As he wiped his fingers, some milky white clouds gradually rippled in the spring water, and he wiped his delicate and rosy lips with the back of his hand, and gently rubbed the smudge on his eyelids with his fingers.

He raised his head from the spring water, and lifted the wet silver hair to the back of his head, his face was washed by the spring water, and the makeup that did not show any traces before was removed, revealing his original delicate but still handsome facial features, and the eyebrows and tails of the white dye cream were washed away, no longer as sharp as willow leaves, but as thick and black as a blade, and the original fair and soft skin had become a normal complexion at this moment, and the ruddy color of cinnabar remained on the back of his hand, but his lips were no longer as ruddy and delicate as a girl.

A young man with a face as cold as ice and snow looked at Galanz silently in the misty hot spring.

"You were like that before, who wouldn't think you were a woman? That face, white like that, that mouth, red like that, which man was like you before?" Galanz's eyes widened, and he sat down on the wooden table with a little anger, stilted one foot and put his hand on his knee.

"Circus people want to make the audience feel more exciting, so every time I perform, I dress up as a girl. The silver-haired boy said calmly, "The audience is far more bloodthirsty than you think, and the more disparity in power confrontation, the more evil and fanaticism can be aroused in their hearts." ”

“...... Hum. Galanz didn't know how to refute, so he could only crook his mouth and snort.

"Is there anything else you want? If not, I want to take a good shower. The silver-haired young man looked at Galanz and said coldly, "Whether I'm a man or a woman, it seems a little strange for you to watch me take a bath, right?" Or is this your hobby?"

Galanz jumped off the table, turned around and walked out very unhappily. As soon as he walked out a few steps, he turned back again, picked up his clothes that were originally resting on the table, and smiled maliciously at Yinchen: "Goodbye!"

Then he hugged his clothes and walked away without looking back.

The silver-haired boy didn't say a word when he saw him disappear outside the stone chamber door, he got up from the hot spring, large and small droplets of water slid down the skin of his thin and slender body, and the ground was drenched with water, he walked over to the dirty clothes he had taken off, which was full of the smell of blood and dirt, picked them up, and then re-entered the hot spring.

He soaked his clothes in the sulphur-filled hot spring water, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly sank beneath the surface.

In the front courtyard under the high steps of the main hall, under a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree, Gilgamesh sat on a large, comfortable chaise longue carved out of shaded wind-perched wood, his knees covered with a thick blanket of creamy cashmere, and a roll of old sheepskin in his hand.

Donghyuck was standing beside him, fiddling with a pile of silverware, pouring hot water from an obsidian kettle into the sterling silver teapot, in which he had placed a handful of expensive Kinlaishire black tea leaves. As the hot water soaked, the air began to quickly fill the air with the fragrance of dried rose petals.

Galanz sat on a high-backed chair made of coral velvet next to him, sullenly eating an orange.

The sound of ticking water made both Gilgamesh and Donghyuk look up.

Silverdust, dressed in drenched clothes, walked slowly towards them from a distance.

Although the climate of Wuyin Green Island is mild, in any case, it is already early winter at this moment. The wind blew from the lake, and blew on his silver-dusted clothes, and his face looked pale and weak.

Galanz straightened up lazily, his eyes were full of surprise, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Gilgamesh looked at Silver Dust and said softly in a deep voice, "Don't move. ”

After saying that, he raised his left hand, and with a slight flip of his fingers, the silver dust's wet clothes instantly froze into ice, and then soon, all the ice ballast shattered down and scattered all over the ground at the feet of silver dust.

Then, Gilgamesh stretched out his right hand and gently drew an arc in the air, and a circle of flickering flames suddenly ignited around the silver dust, and then, Gilgamesh's left hand turned again, and after a soft wind blew around the flames, it gently wrapped the silver dust, and slowly wound it, the wind was baked warm and dry by the flames, and the face of the silver dust gradually regained some complexion.

Gilgamesh picked up the thick cashmere blanket on his knees and glanced at Galanz, who stood up a little awkwardly, but still obediently took the blanket, walked towards Silver Dust, and wrapped it in a mess with the blanket, wrapping Silver Dust in the blanket, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Silver Dust squinted his eyes coldly, glared at him, and didn't speak.

"No thanks. Galanz crooked the corners of his mouth, and sat back in his chair to eat oranges.

"Who are you?" asked Silver Dust, looking at the long-haired blond man in front of him.

Gilgamesh looked at the stubborn and indifferent young man in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile, his noble and elegant countenance was decorated with a soft glow by this smile. (To be continued.) )