Although Fukuzawa does not belong to the north, the early winter morning still carries a chill, especially at dawn, when the sun has not yet had time to warm up this dark forest that has been shrouded in darkness all night. Kirin's skin was exposed to the wind, and he got goosebumps, and he couldn't help but shiver. Silver Dust took off his suede cloak and threw it at him, motioning for him to put it on first.

Kirin took the cloak of silver dust, and a crisp smell came to his nose, a bit like the smell of snow mixed with mint. Kirin aggressively swept his cloak around his waist, and then stabbed it indiscriminately. Yinchen opened his mouth and looked at him for a long time with half-hanging eyes, but finally didn't say a word. Kirin stood on the edge of the stream with interest, watching Silver Dust wash his clothes...... Well, "laundry"...... Barely that can be defined.

It's just that compared to the clothes that he had to wash a large number of guests every day at the post station, Yinchen was simply too easy. He didn't need to pick up a few heavy buckets of water to pour into the huge oak laundry bucket like he did, nor did he need to pour a few teacups of slurry from the fruit of the black locust soaphorn to remove the oil from his clothes, nor did he need to stomp around with his feet vigorously on heavy clothes like a drunken horse.

Silver Dust looked like he was strolling through the garden, smiling and admiring the flowers with his hands behind his back. In front of him, a large clear stream of water was suspended in the air, like a huge water ball without gravity, the water ball rolled in Qiling's clothes, and the large and small water currents flowed at a very fast speed like a group of entangled swimming fish, making a "bang" sound.

When Qi Ling was dumbfounded, Silver Dust turned around and walked into the forest without saying a word, and after a while he came out, holding a handful of yellow-brown grass stalks that looked like reeds. With a wave of his hand, he threw the stalk into the big balloon, and the dead grass rolled up with his clothes.

"What are you doing throwing grass in?" Qi Ling scratched his hair, not understanding,

"This is a thousand spiced cedars, a specialty of your southwest. One of the most important spices sold at the port comes from this plant, don't you know?"

"I don't know...... Qiling picked up the cloak of silver dust around his waist, leaned close to his nose and sniffed it.

"Melfed cedar is too sweet and greasy, and I usually like to add mint. Silver Dust said lightly.

"Sure enough, it's mint......" Kirin muttered to himself, and then he raised his eyes, "But why are you washing clothes and throwing spices in? ”

"Because you stink so much. ”

“...... You don't want to think about it, I was beaten by a monster covered in blood, and I fled for my life in the snow slurry, staggering and crawling, where can I be clean?" Qiling snorted from his nostrils, but he still couldn't help but quietly raised his arm and sniffed, "It's not that I'm boasting, several girls in our town think I'm fragrant, they say that even my sweat is fragrant when I chop wood!"

"Yes, it's very fragrant, you see, this water...... It's all soy sauce-colored. Silver Dust smiled happily.

Kirin turned his head to look at the swirling ball of water, which had been crystal clear at the beginning, and now it was almost a lump of mud. He sighed, cried and collapsed.

The sun rose higher, the angle of the rays became more perpendicular, and the brightness was more intense than in the early morning, and the forest finally shed its icy coat of cold dew in the full sunshine, and became warm.

It was a pleasant early winter morning.

At this moment, Yinchen's face was only a few inches away from the tip of Qi Ling's nose. The hood of his robe hung over his shoulders, the silver thread on the edge of the hood pressed against his face, and most of his handsome countenance was now hidden in the shadow of the leaves, and the bright flickers of light reflected off the sparkling stream shone in his jewel-like pupils, like stars twinkling in the shadows.

He looked at Qi Ling in front of him and put the washed robe back on the young man's body. The clothes and pants that were still wet a moment ago were all frozen into ice with a casual shake of his hand, and then with a shake, all the ice pieces broke into powder and fell down one after another, leaving only dry and fragrant clothes in his hands.

Qi Ling was tying his belt with his hands while looking at Yinchen with a serious expression in front of him, who was helping him straighten his collar and pulling out the hair stuck in his neck by the way. If there was a mirror in front of Qi Ling at this moment, he could find that his face was congested and red like a big tomato. In his mind at the moment, the sporadic images of last night were constantly flashing. The final clip is of Silver Dust reaching into his pants and then falling unconscious...... Isn't this the standard kind of drama? Kirin's face flushed, and his heart was full of shame. But he didn't dare to ask Yinchen, what if it was his dream...... It's easy to be bitten back by the bitter silver dust, and it's easy to lose more than you lose......

Yinchen looked at Qi Ling's expression, and probably knew what he was thinking. Although it was only a few days of relationship between the prince and the apostle, the thoughts and emotions of the other party could be captured to some extent. This kind of spirit that belongs exclusively to the prince's apostles is like a fast-growing plant, gradually stretching out new green branches and leaves.

But at the same time, Yinchen also accidentally felt some other chaotic thoughts in the mind of a boy of this age. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, his face turned a little red, but it was difficult to find out, so he could only continue to pretend to be calm and help Qi Ling tidy up his clothes.

The two people with evil intentions were silent opposite each other, pretending to be busy with their own ......

"You look very charming indeed...... "Kirin coughed and said seriously, "Did your mother say that you were handsome?"

Silver Dust: "......"

However, Kirin had no idea that the two of them were almost on the verge of death last night. Naturally, Silver Dust didn't want to tell him about [Ragnarok]. Because even Silver Dust himself couldn't believe that it would appear on the outskirts of Fuze so far away from the center of soul power, and he wasn't even sure if it was Ragnarok or not. But speaking of which, what happened in this Fuze Town, from the Snow Fang to Ragnarok, more and more unexpected high-level soul beasts appeared here, this feeling was like seeing one after another nobles in brocade clothes, silently appearing in the slums one after another. What must they be looking for...... What could it be?