Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 709 - 70 Distant Days_1

Chapter 709: Chapter 70 Distant Days_1

"Ha ha, this is so fun, Kyle, hurry back, Philarx has melted the ice already." The black-haired female knight’s voice was like a skylark in spring, her ordinary face brimming with joy. "If you don’t come back soon, the water will freeze again. Hurry, didn’t you say you wanted to dig a beautiful hole? Now’s your last chance."

"Coming." The swordsman in a black robe was carrying an ice brick half his height on his shoulder. The edge of the ice brick was neatly cut, and every corner of it was a perfect right angle. He gently placed the ice block on the ice surface, ran to the foot of the ice mountain, and shouted, "Philarx, get ready to drain the water. I’m going in."

"Hmm." The black-robed mage showed no emotion and responded simply with a nasal hum. A thin, withered finger extended from his wide sleeve and pointed to the shallow cave where his magic had just melted the ice. The large pool of water melt, like being loaded into a container, gathered and gently floated out of the cave. When it hit the ground, it made the sound of ice cubes colliding, indicating how low the temperature was here and how quickly the water had re-frozen into ice.

The sound of crunching came from within the cave. The black-robed swordsman had already crawled inside. He continuously swung his one-handed sword, scraping away any protruding icicles and using the water in the kettle to fill the hollow ice surface. Thanks to his efforts, the ice cave he melted with high temperature was getting closer and closer to a perfect circle.

"Not good enough, this hole isn’t perfect." said the black-robed swordsman after busily digging for a while, emerging out of the cave and scrutinizing his labor with a picky eye. A solution then popped into his head. "Philarx, when you melt deeper, can you control some of the meltwater to make a layer along the cave’s ice wall? The minor cutting traces could be covered, making it look much more perfect. It shouldn’t be too much trouble to do this. If it is, I can figure out something else."

"Doing so wouldn’t be problematic. I just think you’re the problem. Seeking perfection for just a hole." Philarx huffed coldly, making a dismissive gesture. However, he did as the black-robed swordsman had asked, directly converting a portion of the ice-attribute elements into water-attribute, controlling this sphere of water to form a thin film on the smooth ice wall. The thin film of water froze instantly, creating, as the black-robed swordsman had imagined, a perfectly rounded shallow cave after the water membrane had frozen.

"Stellar, thanks, my friend." The black-robed swordsman crossed his arms, contentedly looking at the cave entrance and said, "It’s not that I am seeking perfection, but if we’re going to do it, then we might as well do it to the best of our abilities; otherwise, we shouldn’t do it at all."

"’Best’ isn’t as easy to achieve, and you’re not Yarra." The black-robed mage adjusted his gloves and breathed hot air onto his dry fingers to warm them again. "Even with Lord Yarra, the world he created is far from perfect, let alone you, who are but a mortal."

"Ice coming." The black-haired female knight held a long spear with one hand and pushed three huge ice blocks stacked together with the other hand. Excitedly sliding along the ice surface, she interrupted the two’s conversation and said, "These big blocks of ice, when stacked to make an ice house, won’t they make the space inside a little tight? It would be fun if we realized halfway through building the house that there wasn’t enough room."

"No such incident will occur." The blond black-robed swordsman shook his head and earnestly said, "According to the design I made earlier, the space inside will be sufficient to accommodate the finished ice house. There will be ample space left for air to fill in around and on top of it, to make the ice house cozier."

"That was what I told you." The goblin’s characteristic high-pitched voice came from the fog not far away. "Why can all of you play over there, but I have to stay here making furniture? I also want to play. I’m much better at digging holes than that wooden Philarx. I demand to swap positions."

"Oh." The black-robed mage didn’t even lift his eyelid and coldly let out an ambiguous hum. He acted as if the goblin didn’t exist and walked into the newly formed ice cave. If observed closely, one could see that there seemed to be a layer of air cushioning his feet, always keeping a one-centimeter distance from the ice surface. While appearing to walk, he was actually floating above the ice, completely eliminating the possibility of slipping on the ice.

The black-haired female knight and the black-robed swordsman exchanged glances. The female knight revealed a satisfied smile on her face, tightened the tree-bear skin coat around her, slightly turned sideways to let her shoulder lightly touch the black-robed swordsman’s shoulder. He met her with a gentle smile and slightly lifted his elbow, allowing the female knight to loop her arm in his. Arm in arm, they followed behind the black-robed mage and walked in, leaving the furious goblin completely out in the cold.

"Time flies." Pannis stared straight ahead, fishing a small flat flask from his coat and taking a sip of the strong alcohol he had replenished in the snowfield. Earlier, when the frost spirits asked for alcohol, as the flask was too small, Pannis didn’t take it out. However, now he couldn’t hold back and had quickly downed half the flask.

Pannis was on the snowfield, yet not on the snowfield. Having emerged from the warm ice house, he had retreated into his Inherent Psychic Domain, staring blankly at the infinite desert and the towering stacks of barren bones. Beside him, the figure of the female knight stood still, always in his view, but forever beyond his reach.

"I see your handwriting again, my love." Pannis exhaled alcohol fumes and spoke melancholically to himself, "And the clothes you left behind, I didn’t dare to touch, I was afraid I would still feel your warmth. Ah, it’s been over a hundred years, there couldn’t possibly be any warmth left, but I was scared. So you see, all these years have passed, and I’m still as weak as ever, haven’t made any progress. Are you disappointed?"

"Gulp," Pannis took another swig of the strong alcohol. He didn’t dare to focus his gaze on the female knight beside him, even knowing it was a phantom made it no easier. "However, no matter what, I now have the courage to remember things from the past while sober. I also have the courage to face the sins I’ve committed. Rest assured, whatever I owe you, I’ll pay back with the rest of my life."

"No need to rush, I think that day isn’t far off." Pannis sighed deeply, stood up from the pile of bones, and turned his back on the phantom of the female knight. "Goodbye, my love, my... Nellie."

When Pannis returned to the Living World from his domain, the first thing he saw was the silhouette of another black-haired female knight. Catherine was standing outside the cave, leaning against the ice wall as if waiting for him. Seeing him appear, the girl showed no surprise. Instead, she just gently patted his back encouragingly with a smile, then pushed him to proceed into the cave. (To be continued. If you like this story, feel free to vote, or donate with tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.com.)