The island at the center of the lake was indeed even more beautiful.

The island was lush with bushes, vibrant in red, yellow, orange, and brown, as if a palette of autumn’s most intense colors had been spilled across it.

At the center of the island, there was a pool of clear spring water, steaming hot, with wisps of white mist swirling above.

Garrett, wrapped in a fur coat, followed Seraina through the forest to the edge of the spring. The rocks by the spring were pure black, smooth and dense, with a texture like glass.

A thin layer of mist covered the stones, yet stepping on them was surprisingly not slippery. Looking closely, the surface was marked with lines, both deep and shallow, creating patterns.

Garrett, even as he settled into the spring, kept touching the stones by the water. For some reason, he felt as though these stones bore signs of flowing solidity; their patterns seemed suspicious, not naturally formed...

"Are you talking about this?"

Seraina, lying opposite him with her limbs spread out in the water, only her head above the surface, casually slapped the stone beneath her, splashing water high into the air, drenching herself. With a vigorous shake, the silver dragon maiden said:

"This was done by Colin! Oh, Colin is my aunt’s spouse, a golden dragon. I asked him to refurbish this spring, and he treated the stones with fire, turning them into this! Then I added some patterns, so it’s not slippery to walk on!"

So, it was indeed scorched... And, with a dragon’s breath of extreme temperature, the stones were transformed like this. And miss, how did you create these patterns?

Considering you had a golden dragon help with the refurbishing, you probably didn’t resort to turning mud to stone and stone to mud. So, these patterns, wide at the top and narrower at the bottom, in rows...

You didn’t carve them with your claws, did you?!

Garrett involuntarily sat up. The spring on this central island was significantly warmer than the waters outside; he felt warm all over after just a short soak.

"Hey, are there any other springs?"

He asked, wrapping a large towel around his upper body, peering through the dense mist to the opposite side. Logically, hot springs should vary from high to low temperatures for comfort. However, he seemed not to have noticed any others on his way here...

"Yes!"

The silver dragon maiden cheerfully replied. "Do you want to try a cold spring? I’ll take you there!"

That sounded appealing. Alternating between cold and hot, as long as it wasn’t excessive and within the capacity of one’s cardiovascular system, could be quite interesting. Garrett followed Seraina around the spring, across the stones, step by step forward...

He arrived at a bubbling spring, seemingly boiling at any moment.

"...This seems more like a scalding spring?"

Garrett turned, speechlessly giving Seraina a sideways glance. Judging by the bubbling, it seemed at least 80 degrees—perhaps even close to 100 degrees. Miss, are you sure this is a cold spring? It’s not the dragon standard for cold, is it?

"Of course not!" The silver dragon maiden exaggeratedly widened her eyes. "When I say cold spring, I mean cold spring! Well, it just needs a bit of processing..."

She took a deep breath. Garrett suddenly had a bad feeling, stepping back to keep his distance. The next moment, from the petite girl’s mouth, a frosty breath erupted!

Garrett was astonished!

The conical breath swept over the water, and the bubbling spring water visibly stilled for a moment. Then, the silver dragon maiden dove in with a splash, sending chilly droplets flying onto Garrett’s feet...

"Come on down! Garrett, come on!"

...How should one put it? Being with a silver dragon, especially a young one, always brought surprises.

Garrett plunged in. The icy water covered him completely, sending shivers down his spine and turning his skin into goosebumps. Emerging, he wiped his face, only to hear Seraina gleefully boast:

"How is it? Comfortable, isn’t it? I did a great job controlling it! I practiced dozens of times to get the breath’s power just right. Jumping into a cold spring after a hot one is the most comfortable!"

"Yeah, yeah, Seraina, you’re really amazing..."

Alternating between a hot spring and a cold spring, then a warm spring and back to a cold one. After two rounds, Seraina lost interest in the spring water and started looking for other amusements:

"Garrett! Where’s the stuff you prepared? Fruit! Juice! Desserts! You promised to treat me!"

"I brought them! Just soak for a bit longer, it’s most

comfortable to eat and drink while you’re warm!"

Garrett stayed in the hot spring a while longer before getting up and digging into his space bag. He summoned a floating disk, arranging various foods on it:

Gooseberries, raspberries, snakeberries, black currants, wild pears, apples, cranberries...

For this feast for the dragon maiden, the barbarians spared no effort. They ventured down to the foot of Dragon Nest Mountain, collecting all sorts of fruits. From apples as big as half a fist to snakeberries the size of a little finger— if it tasted good, they picked it.

Fruits in perfect condition were preserved as is, while those slightly damaged were juiced, poured out by Garrett into transparent glasses, creating a beautiful array of colors.

Garrett dropped a "Frost Beam" spell into the glasses. Instantly, a thin layer of frost formed on the surface, and fine icy particles crystallized in the juice. Garrett smiled and pushed a glass towards her:

"Try this?"

The silver dragon maiden grabbed the glass eagerly, tilting her head back and gulping it down. The chilly sensation rolled over her mouth and throat, swirling in her stomach, and with her head thrown back, she let out a contented sigh:

"Ah..."

With her strong abdominal muscles contracting, the diaphragm lifted, squeezing out the last bit of air. Then, the silver dragon maiden propped herself up and smashed the glass onto the floating disk with a loud thud:

"I want more!"

"Don’t worry, I prepared plenty..."

Indeed, the barbarians had juiced an entire barrel. Garrett’s only concern wasn’t whether there was enough juice, but whether his arms would tire from repeatedly moving the barrel...

No matter, a powerful Mage Hand, activate!

As it turned out, there was no need for extra concern. After deploying Mage Hand twice, Seraina grabbed the barrel, pouring half of it for herself in one go...

Under the silver dragon’s formidable control, the juice floated in midair, forming a cup shape with finely crystallized ice. Seraina, holding the juice cup and devouring fruits from the floating disk, was overjoyed.

After devouring a floating disk three feet in diameter by herself, she pressed on the stone steps by the spring and soared into the air. Mid-flight, she reverted to her true form, with winds howling around her:

"As promised, you handle the snacks, and I’ll catch something wild! Wait for it! I’ll treat you to something—delicious!"

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