As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

"Successful!"

"!"

Under Jon Snow's vicious attack, Roy had to retreat step by step.

As they pushed and shoved each other, someone slipped and the tragedy occurred.

With a splash, the two fell into the pool at the same time, and the two bath towels disappeared.

Chapter 135: The Blind Student Discovers the Slippage

"Plop" sound.

Both of them entered the water.

Jon Snow's drunkenness was mostly washed away by the hot spring that came towards him. When he raised his head again, his wet hair was hanging down, his expression was disheveled, and he was wiping his eyes, half awake and half asleep.

She first noticed her naked body, her cheeks twitched, and she hastily covered her body, but then she caught a glimpse of the black-haired boy in front of her who was also naked, and her pupils shrank.

"Cough cough!"

When Roy looked up, he saw Jon Snow staring at him, and his heart tightened immediately.

Finished, this unfolds!

After a brief flirtation, the girl regained consciousness and became extremely ashamed and angry. She turned her face away from the man and took her anger out on him!

This scene was so classic that even Roy, who had lost his memory, was impressed by it!

Roy took a defensive stance and said nervously, "Ms. Snow, calm down and listen to me..."

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl opposite did not attack in anger, nor did she curse him as a pervert. Instead, her legs went limp and she collapsed in the bathtub.

"What did I... do to you..."

"I didn't do anything to you—huh?"

The unexpected answer made Roy's train of thought catch up immediately.

Seeing the young man in a daze and not saying a word, Jon Snow felt his heart tighten and his mood plummeted.

She believed in Roy's character.

The only person who makes a mistake is yourself.

Recently, Jon Snow did have the idea of ​​taking a bath with Roy, but she never mentioned it.

After all, pretending to be lovers with improper intentions is shameless enough.

She never forgot.

Her lover is just fake.

There are some boundaries that she must never cross.

Everything has a limit. If this continues, Roy might really be hurt.

Under normal circumstances, she would never do such a thing.

My head feels dizzy and my memory is fuzzy. Could it be that I am drunk?

After all, I'm an Imperial, and I can hold my liquor quite well. How much did I have to drink to lose my composure to this point? How could I possibly do such a despicable thing to him?

Shame on him, Jon Snow didn't know how to face Roy. He could only lower his head and apologize in a deep voice: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, I, I really didn't mean it. I've caused you trouble!"

"No, I'm not angry... Miss Snow, wait a minute!"

Seeing Jon Snow get up and leave, Roy quickly grabbed her.

Some skin contact was inevitable during the tug-of-war, which once again brought Roy great mental torture.

"You don't need to comfort me! This kind of disgusting behavior, even if you hate it, it's only natural. I don't deserve it at all..."

"No, I mean, why don't you put on the bath towel?"

Jon Snow was stunned for a moment, silently looking at the dangerous situation between them.

Unfortunately, the mist in the bathtub is just for the atmosphere and is far from enough to cover the body.

Roy at least used one hand to protect herself, but she had been seen completely by him.

Then, the girl's cheeks turned red, steam came out of her head, and her eyes were confused and spinning around.

Without daring to say another word, Jon Snow hurriedly stood up, grabbed the towel, and fled the bathroom scene in a rather embarrassing manner with his long, wet legs.

Only then did Roy shake his head, retreat into the bathtub to enjoy himself, and fall into deep thought.

Sure enough, I still feel that there is something weird.

It's not just my own contradictory psychology, Miss Snow's reaction is also not right.

In this case, if the favorability is not enough, the girl will be angry and embarrassed. If the favorability is enough, the girl will be secretly happy and acquiesce.

But why was Jon Snow the one who had to apologize uncomfortably?

"Disgusting things"?

Recalling what the girl had just said and her rare panic, Roy couldn't help but frown.

The contact between lovers, no matter how you look at it, can't be described as disgusting, right? And it's not the girl who says the boy is disgusting, it's the girl who thinks she is disgusting.

Don't talk about any weird things. Jon Snow's body is so clean that even the fur there is as white as snow. He is very beautiful and there is no need for him to feel inferior.

This nausea is probably not nausea in the physical sense.

Could it be that they can't be lovers?

For example, I am her long-lost brother?

Roy even laughed at the inexplicable thought. They didn't even have the same eye color, so they didn't look alike at all.

But no matter what, there must be some hidden story behind this.

His past was all expressed by Jon Snow.

It’s not that I don’t trust Jon Snow, but she must be hiding something, and I need to retrieve these hidden parts.

There was a vague premonition in his heart telling him that this was of vital importance to him.

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"Ahhhhhh! This damn weather! I really want to take a hot bath!"

In the middle of the old and cold tavern, among three girls who were huddled together, the one at the edge suddenly let out a strange cry that made her want to cry but no one in the tavern noticed.

Everyone was shivering with cold and no one had the time to care about others.

Of course, another part of the reason is that they were wearing hooded cotton jackets, which covered their usually stunning faces.

That's right, at the same time as Roy and Jon Snow's bathroom incident, Charlotte and his group had just arrived in the south of the empire's border, and were still quite some distance away from the Quiet Wind City in the north.

This time, for the sake of speed, they didn't bring any followers with them, but instead hired various extraordinary creatures and props. They reached the Empire from the Citadel in just seven days, twice as fast as a carriage pulled by direwolves.

However, they were eventually stopped by the Empire's blizzard.

The elf girl, who had lived in a warm forest since childhood and always stayed by the fire in winter, had never suffered such a hardship before. She was the first to start complaining.

"I'd trade my entire fortune for a hot shower!"

The brown-haired girl on the far left glanced at her, trembling as she sneered, "Huh, who doesn't want to say the same thing?"

"The weather in the empire is like this at this time of year. Even a mid-level transcendent cannot withstand this level of severe cold for long."

"I understand the logic! But why is it so cold even in the hotel?!" Nia slammed the table and said angrily.

"It's like this in the mountains. Fuel is scarce, supplies are meager..."

"Ahhhh! Then why do we have to take the mountain road?!"

"Because this place is close. Taking another route would delay us for days, and by then, I'm afraid that expressionless woman would have succeeded!" Lyanna paused, forcing a defiant expression. "You can't even endure this little hardship. Your love for Roy only goes so far."

"Take off that self-heating shirt of yours!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel across from her, the red-haired girl sighed softly, then raised her head and knocked on the table, stopping the quarrel between them.

"That's enough, you two."

"Our enemy is Snow Andrews. Now is not the time to start a fight."

"Roy has already agreed to treat us equally. Don't you think this quarrel is childish and ridiculous?"

When did it become your turn to give orders? You're still childish and ridiculous. If you have the guts, don't argue!

The two girls' lips twitched, and they were about to retort, but unexpectedly, the red-haired princess extended her hands to them on the left and right as if giving alms.

The girl's body lit up crimson, emitting astonishing heat, which instantly dispelled the chillness of the two people.

Charlotte smiled faintly: "Am I wrong?"

No one replied.

But the two girls lowered their heads at the same time and held her arms in a strange way, like two clingy sisters.

Chapter 136: When two meet on a narrow road, the one who is more flexible wins

"After all, if I hadn't guessed in time that Jon Snow would attack Roy, by the time you guys realized what was happening, Roy would have been completely wiped out by that guy!"

"You guys, it's still no good. Try to stop fighting among yourselves in the future."

Faced with Charlotte's tone, which was like an older sister educating her younger sister, the two of them had to soften their attitude and accept the scolding.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Charlotte, a fire-type transcendent, was more powerful than a stove and their greatest defense against the bitter cold. For this reason, both Nia and Lyanna had no choice but to obey.

Looking at the two girls' docile appearance, Charlotte unconsciously raised the corners of her lips, feeling extremely happy.

This is the aura of the queen!

To put it bluntly, whether it was being able to survive the Empire Snowstorm or being able to notice that Roy’s home had been stolen, wasn’t it all due to one’s own efforts?

This time, all the credit goes to me! In Roy's words, I'm the MVP!

Charlotte has now figured it out. Maybe Roy treats everyone equally, but the one who has contributed the most and made the greatest contribution can make the others willingly acknowledge him as the main wife!

Humph, when the time comes and I drive away that white-haired thieving cat and make such a contribution, if these two guys know what's good for them, they won't compete with me, right?

Take a bath? Of course you can!

But as the wife, and as the hero who drove Jon Snow Andrews away, she gets to enjoy a bath with Roy first, so you guys have nothing to say, right?!

Snow mountain hot springs, accompanied by handsome men, just thinking about it makes me look forward to it.

Immersed in beautiful fantasies, Charlotte couldn't help feeling a little proud.

As the wife, Charlotte felt she should be more generous and take care of all her sisters as much as possible. She said with concern, "By the way, Alice can come over if she's afraid of the cold."

Alice on the other side shook her head slightly and replied politely, "Thank you for your concern, but Alice is not cold."

[Seraph] grants increased resistance to all attributes, including cold. While not as strong as Charlotte's, it's not too cold to be unbearable.

At this moment, an angry shout suddenly came from the counter, attracting their attention.

"One gold coin? One gold coin for a night's stay? Even the luxurious hotels in the Citadel cost less than one gold coin, why don't you just go rob them?!"

The tall, thin, and bony man in a coarse linen robe had a cold and imposing aura. The other men around him, similarly dressed, also started to clamor, complaining about the boss's charges.

However, the boss stared at the newspaper without even looking up, and said disdainfully: "I'm not forcing you. If you don't want to stay, just leave."

The tall and thin man glanced at the howling wind and snow outside the window and almost cursed out loud.

Even a dragon would be buried alive in this blizzard. Even if a necromancer's body had become immortal and was immune to the cold, if he lost his way and fell off a cliff, he would be dead, not to mention the magical beasts that lived deep in the snowy mountains.

Since dedicating himself to the School of the Dead, he had long since disregarded mundane rules and regulations, and even more disdained the pursuit of gold, silver, and copper. Even if he were to collaborate with supernatural forces, it would only require selling a few supernatural items and technologies.

Who would have thought that the great High Priest Granti, the Corpse Dragon, would be stumped by a mere 1 gold coin?

The cultists scraped together money from all sources and finally managed to come up with one gold coin to present.

The boss took the money, glanced at the ragged guys who couldn't even put together a complete set of clothes for ten people, and couldn't help muttering, "Poor bastards."

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