Chapter 67: Massive Spoils! Fula Wants to Bathe the Master!

After carefully packing up all the gains.

Roko led his slightly exhausted but high-spirited team back to Vanguard Valley.

Just as the outline of the team appeared on the horizon, a snow-white figure on the towering city wall could no longer hold back and paced back and forth.

Martina's pair of furry snow-fox ears were several times sharper than an ordinary person's.

She had already captured the faint movements of the returning team.

When the unit led by Roko slowly approached the castle with a staggering number of pack horses and mountains of goods piled on them.

Martina ran down from the city wall almost immediately.

Her speed was astonishing, her snow-white long hair dragging an afterimage behind her.

"Roko! You're back!"

Martina's voice carried a hint of imperceptible trembling, and those pure white eyes were now flickering with a light brighter than any gemstone.

However, this light was not for the long-absent Lord, but for those mountains of "spoils."

"Oh my god! So many gold coins! And these magic materials! The quality of this magic crystal is actually so high!"

Martina's small hands kept stroking the cold metal and the rough burlap sacks.

She muttered to herself, her snow-white fox ears trembling slightly with excitement.

Her small nose twitched slightly, as if she could smell the unique fragrance of gold coins.

That money-grubbing appearance was in stark contrast to her usual cold and arrogant image as a wise person.

Roko looked at her like this and shook his head helplessly.

He did not disturb Martina, who was immersed in the joy of counting wealth.

Instead, he turned to Hart beside him and instructed.

"Hart, arrange for people to unload the goods, register them, and send the injured brothers for treatment immediately."

"Give the fallen brothers a proper burial."

"Yes! Young Master!"

Hart responded in a deep voice and immediately began to command the knights and soldiers to get busy.

Successive battles and rushing about also made Roko feel a trace of fatigue.

He rubbed his slightly swollen temples, intending to return to his room to get a good rest first.

Fula, as usual, followed silently behind Roko.

Her heterochromatic eyes, one deep blue and the other a shattered gold, remained fixed quietly on Roko's back, as if her entire world had only this one focal point.

Wherever Roko went, she went.

This had become an instinct carved into her bones.

Returning to the room belonging to the Lord inside the castle, the warm air dispelled some of the outdoor chill.

Fula walked with light steps to Roko's side.

She stretched out her slender yet powerful hands and began to help Roko remove the heavy armor on his body.

The metal plates rubbed against each other, making a faint sound that seemed particularly clear in the quiet room.

Fula's movements were gentle and meticulous, her fingertips occasionally touching Roko's skin inadvertently, bringing a trace of cool sensation.

And just such a touch was enough to dye Fula's cheeks a blush.

She lowered her face, her long eyelashes casting a shallow shadow beneath her eyes, hiding the shyness and focus in her eyes.

"Fula, go tell the servants to prepare some hot water for a bath."

Roko's voice carried a hint of hoarse fatigue.

"Also, bring a set of clean clothes."

"Yes, Master."

Fula responded softly, her voice very gentle.

She placed the removed armor neatly on the rack to the side, then turned and exited the room on tiptoe.

Before long, the sound of servants' busy footsteps came from outside the room.

Soon, a huge oak bathtub was carried in, filled with steaming bathwater.

Some unknown petals floated on the water, emitting a faint fragrance, dispelling the lingering smell of blood in the room.

After the servants prepared everything, they bowed and retreated.

Fula returned to the room with a set of neatly folded clean clothes.

Closing the door, only she and Roko were left in the room.

The atmosphere quietly became somewhat subtle in the misty water vapor.

Roko took off his clothes, revealing his bronze-colored, smooth-lined upper body.

Because of practicing the 【Flame Griffin Breathing Method】 and rigorous knight training, his body was full of explosive power.

He stepped into the warm bathtub, the comfortable hot water wrapping around his tired body, making him let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Fula stood by the bathtub, her snow-white face showing an alluring pink under the steam.

Her heterochromatic eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, appearing somewhat blurred.

She bit her lower lip, as if making some difficult decision.

A moment later, Fula took a deep breath, as if gathering all her courage.

She walked to the side of the bathtub and picked up a soft towel, wetting it with hot water.

Then, she reached out and began to gently wipe Roko's back.

Fula's movements were somewhat clumsy, carrying a hint of imperceptible trembling.

The warm towel brushed over his skin, bringing bursts of comfortable warmth.

Roko turned his head slightly, looking at Fula's pretty face close at hand.

Under the light, her silver-gray cat ears twitched slightly.

The small Flame Griffin slave mark on her forehead looked less cold under the steam, instead adding a few points of strange charm.

"Fula, I can do it myself."

Roko's voice was a few degrees softer than usual.

Fula's body stiffened slightly, and her wiping movements paused.

She looked up, and a flash of panic and loss crossed her beautiful heterochromatic eyes.

"Master, did Fula do something wrong?"

Her voice carried a hint of aggrieved trembling, like a kitten that had done something wrong and was afraid of being scolded by its master.

Roko looked at her like this, and his heart softened.

He reached out and gently held Fula's small hand that was holding the towel.

Her hand was slightly cool, yet exceptionally soft.

"No, you did very well."

Roko's fingertips gently rubbed the back of her hand.

"It's just that I can do this kind of thing myself."

Fula felt the temperature coming from Roko's palm, and the blush on her face deepened, spreading all the way to the tips of her small, cute ears.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into Roko's eyes.

"These are all Fula's own wishes."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's.

"Fula wants to take care of Master."

Upon hearing this, a warm current surged in Roko's heart.

This self-abased and introverted Cat-kin was using her own way to clumsily express her reliance and loyalty to him.

He sighed softly and let go of Fula's hand.

"Alright."

Upon hearing this, Fula looked up abruptly, a flash of surprise and disbelief in her eyes.

She saw the gentle smile on Roko's face, and the unease and anxiety in her heart dissipated by more than half.

She picked up the towel again; this time, although her movements still carried a hint of shyness, they were clearly much more composed than before.

Warm water droplets slid down Roko's spine, and Fula's fingers gently pressed his tense muscles.

In the room, there was only the sound of water and the two people's slight breathing.

An ambiguous atmosphere quietly grew in the silence.

Fula's breathing gradually became somewhat rapid, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She could clearly feel the scorching body temperature coming from Roko, as well as the masculine aura unique to him.

This made her feel a burst of inexplicable panic.

She tried hard to control her emotions, focusing her attention on the towel in her hand.

But those disobedient eyes always secretly glanced at Roko's broad shoulders, sturdy chest, and...

Whenever her gaze touched those places, her cheeks would uncontrollably become scorching hot. ===== CHAPTER 68 =====