Chapter 613
Ian let out another languid sigh, one of many. He was leaning both arms on the smooth marble edge of the bathtub.
Aside from being excessively luxurious, the bathroom wasn't all that different from a bathhouse in his original world.
I could honestly live here.
The spring water was quite hot and slightly slick, but that made it just right for Ian. There was even a cold tub of the same size on the other side.
The lack of a shower wasn’t an issue; the drainage system was flawless. All he had to do was scoop the water over himself, and it flowed cleanly away.
If this exists, it means the ancients had a proper bathing culture. Why is it like it is now? Is it for those damned religious reasons again?
He brushed the thought aside and extended a hand lazily to the side. A cup resting on the edge of the cold pool flew into his Willful Grasp.
Thud—
The cup held an ancient wine, similar to grape wine. It was one of the items piled up in barrels in the storage. It must have been over a thousand years old, but aside from a faintly sour edge, it was still perfectly drinkable.
Not exactly pleasant, but it’ll do.
The taste didn’t matter right now anyway. He took a small sip and reached for a cigarette resting nearby.
"Phew..."