Chapter 399: XXXIV. Murderous Intent in the Narrow Sea
In the inn room.
Not every inn has a bed, a wardrobe, a balcony.
On the Western Continent or the Southern Continent, eighty percent of the inns target adventurers as their primary audience, followed by courtesans, also known as "loft phoenixes," ready to provide services either through house call or outsourcing.
And those people are all about getting their money’s worth. A sleeping environment, a working environment, all they need is a private spot, nothing fancy.
The room, arranged by Kai Deng, was just a narrow space; even a bathroom shouldn’t be expected. Friends who have stayed in hostels would know, many share a communal bathroom and shower along the corridor.
On the ground, there was only a large mattress and two chairs, nothing else.
The shipwright management’s eyes were practically shooting fire, eager to strip off his upper garments.
"Baby, I love you, let’s start with a kiss!"
The rancid taste could rival Fukushima radiation—better avoid that. But the lips of such a beauty, even if it was Chernobyl, you’d still go for it.
The clothes worn under the brown ronin cloak weren’t ordinary fabric, but a powerful artifact imbued with magic power.
The Night Goddess, Shadow Lady, the Unknowable, they exist.