From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

"Are you Madam?"

...Sorry, I was wrong. It's only 20 copper points, not expensive at all.

Don Quixote swallowed hard, admitting that he was somewhat tempted.

Mrs. Ella's expression changed, and she chuckled:

"If you had a golden dragon, sir, I wouldn't mind helping you take a bath."

...This gives me another motivation to make money.

Don Quixote would certainly not admit he was broke, and smiled confidently:

"Of course I have the Golden Dragon, but I don't know if Madam can handle it?"

Lady Ella glanced at Don Quixote's worn and rusty chainmail, and without being impolite, replied familiarly:

"Then I'll wait for the master to pull out the golden dragon!"

Damn it!

Don Quixote suddenly blushed, as if remembering something.

He hurriedly looked around, pretending to check the room's surroundings.

...Oh, it seems to be a virgin.

Mrs. Ella noticed this and smiled with surprise.

The customs of this world are generally quite open.

The nobles did not deliberately suppress the common people's needs in that regard.

Or rather, most nobles themselves indulged in such extravagant pursuits and never bothered to hide anything.

So, someone like Don Quixote, in his early twenties, is still a novice.

This did indeed surprise Mrs. Ella.

In her eyes, the fact that Don Quixote chose to stay in a single room meant that he still had some status.

It should be noted that even a small number of down-on-their-luck knights would only choose to live in a large dormitory with a dozen or so other people.

Given his status or wealth, it would be quite easy for Don Quixote to have a chaotic private life.

Thinking about all this, Mrs. Ella waited quietly for a while.

She then said:

"Would you prefer a private bathhouse or a public bathhouse, sir?"

Don Quixote lowered his voice and said:

"Let's have a private bathhouse."

He didn't want anyone to help him take a bath; he just didn't have the habit of bathing with other people.

Yes, it is like that.

Mrs. Ella smiled slightly:

"Please come with me, sir."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the small, round stone pool, the steam from the hot water blurred the view.

Don Quixote stripped off his clothes and immersed himself in it:

"It feels so good! Taking a hot bath in this freezing weather is such a treat!"

At this moment, his mind began to wander.

I stopped thinking about those strange ideas and stopped pondering my future.

He just wanted to clear his mind and let the hot water in the pool wash away his years of fatigue.

"It's good to be rich. If you have enough money, even the harsh North can be like spring all year round."

Don Quixote sighed deeply as he soaked in the bath with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted.

A figure moved swiftly and stealthily closer.

...It wasn't a man, it was a girl.

Don Quixote glanced at it, then, relieved, closed his eyes and continued to relax.

Half asleep and half awake.

The girl slowly knelt at the edge of the circular stone pool and gently washed herself with her soft hands.

Don Quixote seemed to be lying on a meadow in springtime, surrounded by gentle breezes and soft, downy grass.

...It feels so comfortable, I just want to fall asleep.

Don Quixote stirred.

"Master, don't move."

The girl reached out and pressed his hands down.

She forbade him from moving around anymore.

The outskirts of Seven City.

Three figures riding ponies hid quietly in the darkness.

The wind was even colder at night.

I held back my temper and waited a while longer, but I couldn't hold back any longer.

A burly man muttered his discontented words:

"York, are you sure you're not mistaken?! The bastard you're trying to teach a lesson doesn't live in the city, does he?!"

York, the drunkard who had once been beaten by Don Quixote, muttered a curse under his breath before saying:

"Impossible! I stood guard outside the Iron Axe Tavern yesterday and saw that bastard leave Seven City at sunset."

Another person suddenly said:

"Could that person have returned to Seven City?"

York shook his head and affirmed:

"Absolutely impossible! I stayed a while longer until the city gates closed before going home. That bastard definitely didn't return; he must be staying outside the city!"

"You're not still drunk and missed something, are you?" the burly man frowned.

"The three of us have been guarding this place for two hours, but we haven't seen the person you mentioned leave Seven City."

Another person chimed in:

"That's right, York, you must have been drunk yesterday and missed it! The city gates are closed now and you still haven't seen that person."

"The bastard you're going to teach a lesson to must live in the city."

...Could it be that I was still drunk yesterday and missed it?

York watched as the gates of Seven City slowly closed, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Damn, it's so cold!"

The burly man cursed and said:

"York, we should go! There's no point in waiting any longer."

"By the way, if the person you're trying to teach a lesson to really lives in the city, then I won't be joining you next time!"

"Me too," another person said.

Taking action in Seven City is different from taking action in the suburbs.

They were all small fry trying to make a living under the Seven family, and they didn't want to anger the Seven family over something so trivial.

Moreover, the patrol captain of Seven City is the backer of Iron Axe Tavern.

It's easy to get into trouble if you cause trouble in the city.

"Damn bastard!"

York cursed inwardly again, then said helplessly:

"Let's go. We'll let that bastard go this time, but if we run into him outside the city next time, you'll have to help me!"

"no problem!"

The two men had waited in the cold wind for two hours and were furious.

York glanced again in the direction of Seven City, unwilling to give up, but finding nothing, he reined in his horse and set off, saying at the same time:

"Damn! We've been freezing all night, let's go warm up."

"Hehe, not a bad idea," the burly man said with a broad smile.

"I know a secluded inn where the girls are nice."

"Let's go then, it's so cold!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"How warm it is."

Don Quixote, who suddenly developed a love for bathing, spent a whole month soaking in the tub.

In the past month, there have been three more incidents of drunken misbehavior at the Iron Axe Tavern.

Don Quixote solved it easily.

Besides that, it's all very ordinary and boring, just time to slack off and relax.

As night fell, Don Quixote chose to continue taking a bath in order to get rid of the smell of the bastard.

Hehe, taking a bath is so comfortable.

This is not something to be told to outsiders.

Of course, he did not give up on improving his strength.

The random rewards from the more than thirty tasks were mostly monetary.

Minimum 5 Silver Deer, maximum 20 Silver Deer.

He earned a total of 215 silver deer.

However, the expenses are also high.

Don Quixote is now not only the guardian of order at the Iron Axe Tavern, but also its biggest customer.

He ate fine wine and meat at every meal, spending nearly a hundred silver taels a month.

But the effort was worthwhile.

With the good condition of eating plenty of meat at every meal, his physique gradually made up for the deficiencies of the past.

In addition, several random rewards from missions included Blood Apples.

His personal data has changed quite a bit.

Name: Don Quixote

[Identity: Knight]

【Spirit: 1.85】

[Qi and Blood: 1.47]

With the change in his spirit and the improvement in his blood and qi, Don Quixote felt that he could now beat two versions of himself from a month ago.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After another comfortable bath, Don Quixote waved to the girl he already knew:

"Adele, see you tomorrow night!"

The petite girl in the hazy light also smiled:

"See you tomorrow night, sir."

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