"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."
