Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Clearly, both Columbia and Sandoni chose the latter; they both wanted to maintain their pure and innocent reputations, so they absolutely could not leave the wardrobe.

Sandoni stared intently at Columbia. Shouldn't she be the one saying these words? From her words just now, it was clear that the young lady and the hermit had an unusual relationship, and it seemed that they had even exchanged some kind of item.

In an instant, many items flashed through Sandonne's little head: white stockings, black stockings, gloves, scarves, panties—she thought of them all. But upon closer reflection, Columbia wasn't that kind of person.

Sandone decided to find an opportunity to force Su Ming to tell the truth. For now, she should put aside her curiosity and quietly hide in the wardrobe to keep the young master in check.

Who knew the young master would come at a time like this!

"So... why is the hermit so popular?" Sandoni muttered to himself. It's only been two days, how come he's already doing so well?

Columbia paused for a few seconds, then answered softly, "Can you cook?"

Sandoni: "I agree."

Columbia: "?"

She strongly suspected that Sandoni had lost his sense of taste; how could a normal person find Su Ming's cooking delicious?

"Ugh...it's so crowded."

Sandonne spoke in a muffled voice. The space inside the wardrobe wasn't very large to begin with, and with Columbia's chest constantly pushing forward, she felt like she was about to suffocate.

"Let's be patient for a while."

Columbia lowered her voice and said, "Judging from the commotion outside, D'Artagnan should be leaving soon."

At that very moment, the young master's voice rang out from outside the wardrobe, followed by blinding sunlight streaming into it.

Time goes back to five minutes ago.

Su Ming pushed open the door and saw the smiling Tadalia. Feeling a little guilty, he glanced back at the wardrobe. Fortunately, the two of them didn't make any bigger noise.

"Um... is something the matter?"

Su Ming chuckled dryly, a few drops of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He was the 12th seat of the Foolish Clan's Executors, a Hermit. If word got out that he was hiding two beautiful female Executors in his home, he would never be able to clear his name, even if he jumped into the Sea of ​​Ashes.

"Is it really that hot?" The young master stared blankly at Su Ming, who was covered in sweat, thinking that he was too weak. It was the middle of winter, and he shouldn't be sweating so much.

"Let's go inside and talk; it's not a big deal."

The young master put his arm around Su Ming's shoulder and led him into the room. The first thing he saw was a woman's leather shoe on the floor, and his gaze toward Su Ming immediately became a little strange.

This seems to be only the second day since the Hermit arrived in Winterhold. It can't be this fast, can it?

"This is?"

"This is..." Su Ming had already mentally criticized Sandone a thousand times. If this girl hadn't been throwing her leather shoes at him for no reason, would such a big problem have occurred?

"These are special cooking utensils used by Liyue Cuisine!"

Su Ming had a sudden inspiration. Since the Liyue dishes from last night were already outrageous enough, it wouldn't matter if the cooking tools were a little more outrageous.

"...ha?"

The young master's eyes widened, and he became even more silent for a moment. He had originally wanted to ask about the preparation method of Liyue cuisine, but the cooking utensils were simply too overpowered.

Who would use women's leather shoes as a scapegoat?

Wouldn't it be even more absurd to use it as a bowl? What if you have athlete's foot? No, that's not the point at all!

"Is there anything else?" Su Ming smiled kindly, standing near the wardrobe to block the young master's view, afraid that the two people behind him would be discovered.

“Indeed, there is something very important,” the young master’s expression became somewhat subtle. “After returning last night, Donya said she wanted to replicate your dishes, but she was worried that there might be problems if she fed them directly to her younger brothers, so she let me taste them first.”

"Then...?"

"Then I spent the whole morning in the toilet."

The young master said with a weary expression, "Brother Su Ming, I'm begging you, please teach Donya the correct way to cook. If this continues, you'll be promoted to the eleventh seat."

"Hmm... Is there really such a good thing?" Su Ming coughed a few times hurriedly. "No, what I mean is, of course it's no problem, anytime is fine."

"Then it's a deal, partner!"

The young master finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he wouldn't have to go to the toilet to spray again tonight. "Then I'll be going now, see you tonight, my friend."

He smiled and waved to Su Ming, preparing to leave. His right hand was already on the doorknob when, just then, there was yet another knock on the door.

"Su Ming, are you there?"

"I saw your brother come looking for you. Is he inside?"

Donya's questioning voice came from outside the door. Behind the door, the young master's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Through the peephole, he could see that Donya was holding a bowl of indescribable, terrifying food in her hands. Eating that thing would definitely mean never seeing the sun rise the next morning.

Su Ming had a premonition of something terrifying, so he blocked the wardrobe and said righteously, "I can't help you, partner!"

"No, partner, you can help!"

The young master displayed the extraordinary physique of an executive officer, leaping into the air and flying straight towards the wardrobe.

Su Ming immediately sensed that something was wrong, but given his physical abilities, it was obviously impossible for him to intercept the young master who was determined to escape. In order to prevent Columbia and Sandone from being exposed, he decisively chose the causal weapon.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the young master felt his foot slip and landed directly on Su Ming's foot, instantly losing his balance and rolling around in a circle.

"Good afternoon, Donya. Your brother is right here~"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Ming opened the door and, feeling very guilty, led Donya in, a sad smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, did my brother cause you any trouble?"

Donya bowed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, then smiled and helped the young master up, "Brother, it's time to go home for dinner."

The young master looked up and saw his little sister's "kind" smile. He could only nod sheepishly, "Alright... buddy, remember to offer incense for me on this day next year."

Su Ming waved goodbye to the young master and Donya with a smile. Although it was a bit unfair, he could only ask the young master to make a sacrifice for the sake of the two executive officers' innocence.

"Come out, the young master has left."

Su Ming opened the wardrobe door with both hands and looked helplessly at the two people squeezed inside.

Chapter 021 Don't forget to take your shoes, Sandonne

Sandone left the wardrobe first, crossed her arms, stared at Su Ming with a scrutinizing gaze, and then glanced at Columbia, whose face was expressionless.

"so."

"This is a misunderstanding, isn't it?"

Sandone winked at Su Ming with his right eye. As the seventh executive officer, he was certainly not a dull person. Colombia must have some unspeakable difficulties.

Besides, even when you're just watching the show, you have to be mindful of the occasion. At worst, you can just secretly ask Su Ming later.

"Yes, that's right, it was a misunderstanding."

Although Su Ming was very grateful to Miss Puppet for her high emotional intelligence in resolving the situation, the problem was that this was originally just a misunderstanding, and Sandoni might have already imagined a completely fictitious love story between the executives.

It's the kind of situation where the more you try to explain, the worse it gets.

"Sigh..." Columbia hadn't expected things to develop this way. She couldn't tell Sandonne the truth, so she could only go along with it and explain, "The weapon the hermit chose has some problems and needs to be taken back for adjustment."

"Understand, understand."

Sandonne nodded like a chick pecking at rice, clearly not understanding at all. In any case, any explanation Columbia gave sounded weak and ineffective to her.

However, I am indeed curious. If I remember correctly, this is only the second day since the Hermit took office. Although the Empress ordered Columbia to be his guide, it is not easy to become so familiar with the young lady in such a short time.

In Sandone's eyes, Columbia was always an untouchable type. As a "girl", Columbia always had a faint smile on her face and her voice was always gentle and mild to everyone. She seemed to be an easy person to get along with, but in reality, she was the most untouchable being.

That makes sense. As the third seat of the Fatui's executive officers, how could he be easily approached?

However, compared to Dotole, an absolutely rational and purely madman, Sandone preferred Columbia's personality.

However, the pasts of the top three executives are all mysterious, and Sandone only knows a little about them. Perhaps Su Ming can touch the unknown past of the mysterious young lady.

"I'll leave first."

Columbia calmly picked up the longsword from the corner of the wall, bid a brief farewell to the two men, and headed towards the door. Her footsteps were slightly hurried, and her cheeks were flushed with a barely perceptible blush.

"Don't forget to take your shoes, Sandoni."

Before leaving, Columbia didn't forget to whisper a reminder to Sandone, of course, it was just out of pure goodwill, not wanting Sandone to experience the embarrassing situation of one day coming to Su Ming to ask for the shoes back.

For Sandone, this was nothing short of public execution; he was so ashamed he wanted to crawl into the ground.

"Ha ha!"

Su Ming let out a merciless laugh, his lips almost reaching the sky in a wide grin. This is retribution.

In a fit of rage, Sandonne took off the remaining shoe and threw it viciously at Su Ming, "Consider it payment for this week's breakfast!"

She turned and left barefoot, pushed open the door, plopped down on the robot's arm, snorted, and left.

"this..."

Su Ming caught the shoe Sandone threw away with one hand, and sighed speechlessly. He didn't have that kind of perverted fetish at all.

Of course, such meaningless things should be thrown away.

They'll be thrown into the shoe cabinet for a punishment that leaves them in complete darkness, ensuring there's absolutely no chance of peeking.

To be fair, as an executive officer, Sandone's shoes were naturally custom-made. Even disregarding their aesthetic value, the material cost alone amounted to a considerable amount of Mora.

What's this called? This is called financial management!

Su Ming hadn't forgotten that he still had a plan to feed the old man with Mora, but he was currently short of money and couldn't afford the old man's Mora needs at all.

He took off his coat from the hanger, carefully dressed himself, and then left the room. He still had too many questions about Winterfell, so it was better to go and see it for himself.

You might even stumble upon a few treasure chests along the way, but who knows when you'll have enough Primogems for a ten-pull?

There are no daily quests or Abyss dungeons in the system, so obtaining Primogems really depends entirely on grinding.

Although it wasn't the first time Su Ming had looked down on Winter City from a high place, he was still amazed by this city standing amidst ice and snow. It was a city that overcame the obstacles brought by extreme weather with human strength, and the combination of countless ingenious gears and the steam bursting from the steel furnace maintained the operation of this city.

He still couldn't get used to the chill in the air, but the city gave Su Ming a warm feeling.

The road to Winterfell is generally downhill, and there aren't many people on it. Most of the areas around here require identification to enter, and the higher areas are entirely military zones.

As the church spire came into view, Su Ming had truly arrived in Winterhold City. It was almost dusk, but the streets were still crowded.

Once outside, it wasn't so cold; the unidentified machines embedded in the walls on both sides of the road emitted a warm orange glow.

"Young man, you don't look like a local," the middle-aged man, leaning comfortably against the wooden chair, greeted Su Ming with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have a seat?"