In the Silent Snow Plane where they lived, he had never felt such coolness before.
"What's happening? Is there something wrong with the weather?"
Muttering to himself, he walked out the door, only to find that even under the sun, the air felt desolate.
"Is there really a problem? My God, is our plane finally going to cool down... Ow!"
He hadn't finished his excited remark when, after taking another step forward, he felt scorching hot, as if he were being charred.
He quickly stepped back to avoid being cooked by this bizarre weather.
Then he turned around, puzzled, looking in the direction of his inn, and confirmed one thing: there was a capable person in his inn who had made the inside cool.
"Well, isn't this a stroke of luck."
He rubbed his hands and hurried back inside the inn.
