My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

No matter how you look at it, this is the worst tactic ever!

The Snow Palace Trials are an absolute home-field advantage for the Snow White Clan.

However, Weiss himself didn't care at all.

Although Lorne's abilities today leaned towards a support style, this was mainly because he had not yet mastered the essence of the Climate Master.

If the core ability to change the environment is used properly, it can have an extremely negative impact on the opponent; to describe it as tripping them up is an understatement.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that Weiss wanted to be a jerk and maliciously pull Bingfei.

Since ancient times, influencing opponents' tactics in the Snow Palace Trials has been a classic element, even a well-established tradition. This is why a time limit is always set for each ranking event.

After all, some extraordinary methods are naturally suited to influencing opponents rather than strengthening oneself.

If the Snow Palace Trial only judged pure individual stats, then challengers from the Extravagant and Natural systems could simply forfeit and go home.

Let's just award the championship to the kill system and the conquest system.

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I'm sorry, everyone, there was no update yesterday.

[I'm not feeling unwell, and I'm not experiencing writer's block. It's just that my previous sleep schedule was making me feel nauseous. I would often feel exhausted and groggy all day, and then I would have to set a timer to catch the 6 o'clock deadline. This had been going on for several days.]

I decided to take a break yesterday; this is my second day off this month.

Chapter 103: First Kiss [9K]

As night deepened, the first day's matches came to an end.

However, the extravagant magical projection screen above the Night Patrol headquarters still shone brightly, clearly illuminating the figures of the few challengers scattered on the ice steps of the Snow Palace on the sky.

After all, the Snow Palace Trial is held day and night, and challengers can enter and climb at any time as long as it is within the specified period.

The nearby streets did not quiet down after sunset; on the contrary, they seemed to have a better movie-watching atmosphere at night, with the noise not decreasing at all.

Weiss and his companions had a casual dinner in the restaurant of the penthouse suite. The dishes were prepared by the hotel and were of similar quality to those of the Lunette family. After dinner, they returned to the panoramic glass windows to continue watching the game.

Weiss sat on the single sofa next to Elune's wheelchair, glancing at his wife's condition from time to time, unsure whether she wanted to continue watching or was already tired.

In fact, Elune was indeed on the verge of collapse...

It's worth noting that before this, her record for stalking someone using her lunar powers for a maximum of five or six hours a day was only five or six hours.

However, she had been secretly spying on the screen for more than ten hours straight since early this morning. It was indeed nice to have such a lively show to watch, but the mental strain on the extravagant sorcerer had far exceeded her capacity.

Fortunately, Weiss soon realized that it was time for Elune to go to bed, so he carefully picked her up from the wheelchair and carried her to the big bed in the bedroom.

Elune fell asleep the moment she touched the pillow.

Weiss tucked the blanket in for her and then went back to the living room.

He didn't plan to sleep with Elune tonight, since the Snow Palace Trial was still ongoing, and some extraordinary individuals with specific pathways would actually unleash their full power at night, so he would definitely continue to observe them.

The passersby and tourists on the street below shared the same thought as Weiss: the city was still packed.

Even if someone gets up and leaves due to exhaustion, the empty spot will be quickly filled by night owls, making it even more lively than during the day, with a carnival-like atmosphere everywhere.

According to Weiss's guess, this excitement will only intensify. After all, it will only reach its peak when the top experts appear one after another in the later stages of the trial.

During a break from watching the game, Weiss glanced down at the open-air café using the wind and noticed that the three little ones were still at that table.

Mona was fast asleep, her long green hair cascading over the table, but because she was wearing a night patrol uniform, no one would dare to take her seat.

Nefer and Vera left a few times to sneak off and find food. When they came back, they were carrying packed food. Although they used Mona as a tool to reserve seats, at least they didn't forget to bring food for Mona, so they were at least humane.

As the night grew deeper, Aunt Bai also began to feel sleepy, and her eyes could barely stay open.

After all, she was just an ordinary khakimi who could speak human language, so staying up all night was a little difficult for her.

After confirming that Weiss wasn't planning to go back to her room to sleep, she staggered into Elune's bedroom.

For a moment, only Weiss and the young swordsman Cassandra remained in the empty hall.

A subtle silence fell over the room.

Neither of them spoke; one was slumped on the sofa, and the other lay in a hammock, both intently watching the projected scene outside the window.

After a while, Cassandra suddenly spoke tentatively:

"Mr. Weiss, you haven't seemed to look in my direction at all today. Even when you're talking, you're completely focused on looking out the window. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong that's causing you to give me the cold shoulder?"

Weiss instinctively intended to retort.

But his gaze had barely shifted slightly when he forcibly turned his head back, letting out a somewhat helpless sigh.

"Stop joking. We're not a couple. Why would I be giving you the silent treatment? It's clearly your own clothing issue. I'm afraid I'll get banned for violating the rules if I look at you even once, okay?"

It's worth noting that the clothing style described from his perspective is already a super-harmonious version.

I don't know if this woman did it on purpose or if she was completely oblivious.

To put it bluntly, the texture of the flesh-colored pajamas Little Sword Saint wore today went beyond mere provocation—

Chun Chun is the one who invited Xing!!!

Weiss guessed that the reason no one had questioned him all day was probably because of Elune and Aunt White's blind spot in their censorship.

As a person in a vegetative state, Elune only has hearing and cannot see specific images, while Aunt White, as a Hakimi, lacks basic knowledge of the level of clothing in human society.

But in reality, he could clearly sense that the maids beside him were looking at him with very strange eyes.

To be fair, Weiss only guessed half right.

In Aunt Bai's mind, there was indeed only the distinction between wearing clothes and not wearing clothes.

But Elune had actually seen it all along. However, after reading her mind, she realized that Cassandra wasn't trying to seduce her maliciously, but simply didn't care about the matter, so she just ignored it.

But even if she has some objections, what can she do? Question it out loud?

At this moment, Cassandra's expression turned somewhat surprised upon hearing Weiss's answer.

She simply lifted her leg and flipped off the hammock, walked barefoot over to Weiss, and then, without warning, squeezed into the single sofa.

Weiss's body stiffened instantly, gripping the armrest on his right hand tightly.

This sofa was originally a standard single-seat model, just the right size for an adult male. Now, a woman with legs no less long than his has been crammed in. Cassandra's burning body temperature was clearly transmitted through her thin nightgown, and her soft, voluptuous touch was breathtaking.

Weiss didn't dare turn his head to look at it.

"Mr. Weiss, I never imagined that we were already in this kind of relationship... that you would still be shy?"

Cassandra's tone was teasing and mischievous, even a little puzzled, as if Weiss's shy reaction was the truly strange thing to her.

To be fair, perhaps she is right.

After all, the two of them had been receiving treatment in the carriage for several hours.

Logically speaking, since further treatment is necessary, there's really no need to worry about a mere matter of clothing. This is what Elune read about the little swordsman's true thoughts through her lunar powers.

However, after Weiss cautiously glanced at it, he immediately tensed up and turned his head back, staring straight ahead with a blank expression, his gaze unfocused, watching the dull Snow Palace Trial with a distracted look.

No, it's still too pale...

No, it's too big—

No, it's too lewd!!!

That one glance almost messed up his language function.

A long string of pornographic material, which would be deemed a violation of content regulations, uncontrollably floated through my mind.

If we continue watching, it will definitely cause a more serious accident, so it's better to stop here. Weiss immediately focused all his attention on the Snow Palace Trial schedule.

Fortunately, Cassandra did not make things difficult for him further, nor did she deliberately make any further moves. She simply leaned on the other side of the sofa armrest and watched the Snow Palace Trial projection screen outside the panoramic glass window with him.

Under this close physical contact, the Wind Addict's passive ability naturally takes effect. Without any special treatment, it is enough to release the killing impulse in the Little Sword Saint little by little.

This subtle and gentle frequency is just right, bringing pleasure without affecting the spectator's concentration.

Cassandra enjoyed the pleasure of the treatment while watching the Snow Palace Trial schedule, her expression lazy and satisfied, feeling utterly content and at ease.

After a while, Weiss finally couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you think it's a bit cramped?"

Cassandra turned and glanced at him expressionlessly: "You mean, I'm fat?"

Upon hearing this, Weiss instinctively looked down.

Her legs don't look like those of someone who exercises intensely; they are glossy, moist, white, and tender, with perfect proportions that give a visual impact of both softness and firmness.

Her delicate pink toes were painted with light purple nail polish.

Weiss couldn't help but stare for a few more seconds before forcibly looking away.

"That's not what I meant, but this is a single sofa. If two people sit here, it will be too cramped no matter what, right?"

"Fine, so you're complaining about me..."

The little swordsman pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, then crossed his legs and raised them.

This sitting posture does indeed save lateral space, making her body silhouette appear more compact.

However, in this pose, the leg lines appear longer and more alluring.

Weiss took a deep breath without making a sound, mobilizing all the natural will within him, and repeatedly telling himself "I am a natural man," which barely managed to suppress the strange emotions surging within him.

His attention then returned to the Snow Palace Trials.

Watch the game carefully!!!

The little swordsman, fuming, poured himself another glass of wine from the coffee table beside him and shook it a few times.

A moment later, just as she was about to take a sip, she discovered that Weiss had taken it and drunk from it without her noticing.

Cassandra: ?

After the initial doubts subsided.

Cassandra didn't seem to mind and turned to take a new cup from the coffee table.

She had barely taken a few sips when, once again, Weiss brazenly snatched her wine glass from her, acting as if she were his glass itself.

Cassandra: "......"

She discovered that Weiss had a very bad habit.

Don't put drinks in front of him, or he'll instinctively reach out and grab them.

It's as if they don't care about such trivial details as indirect kissing at all...

That's right, Cassandra lost her first indirect kiss just like that!!!

You know, that was her first kiss!!

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Before we knew it, the sky had gradually brightened.

Cassandra noticed a change in Aunt White's breathing rate in Elune's bedroom, as if she were showing signs of waking up.

So she got up from the sofa quite consciously, walked barefoot back to the hammock, and resumed her lazy and casual posture. She even straightened her disheveled nightgown, making it look as if she hadn't moved at all in the hammock all night.

Sure enough, Aunt Bai came out a few minutes later.

I don't know how she turned the handle.

White Hakimi breathed out and rubbed the moisture in his eyes.

"Didn't you two sleep all night?"

"How's it going? Has the highest score in the Snow Palace Trial been broken?"

“No, only a few climbed to 900 meters…” Weiss replied.

"No seventh-order transcendents have appeared yet."

It must be said that there are very few Rank 7 experts from the academic school.

He had been in the capital for some time now, and after learning about the current state of development here, he had a pretty good understanding of the conflict logic between the academics and the aristocracy.

Currently, the main force participating in the Snow Palace Trial is mostly students from academies, primarily from Ice Cloud Academy or several other well-known extraordinary academies.