The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 93 You're Holding an Entire Ironforge in Your Hands

Erwin pushed open the wooden door to the room, stepped aside, and gestured to the two of them, saying, "The priest will bring you a change of clothes soon. The bathhouse is at the end of the corridor to the right after you go out. You two can go there to wash up."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Erwin."

Lorraine peered inside.

Inside was a small but very clean guest room with two narrow beds placed side by side against the wall. The beds were covered with clean sheets, and there was even a dried lavender on the pillow.

A candle was lit on the table by the window, its flame burning quietly, bathing the entire room in a warm, soft light.

"No need for thanks. You have helped Pastor Anya, so you are guests of the temple. This is what we should do."

Erwin waved his hand kindly, looked at the two people leaning against each other, and gave them a meaningful smile: "The priest will not disturb you again after he brings the clothes. You two can rest quietly. If you need any additional treatment, you can come to the night watch room to find me at any time. I will be here all night."

After saying this, he bowed to the two of them, turned around, and gently closed the door.

The room fell silent.

Lorraine was about to help Eileen sit on the bed when he felt a pinch on his arm. He hissed and turned to ask, "What happened?"

Eileen pointed to her dirty robe, gave him a disgusted look, and scolded him playfully, "Idiot... how am I supposed to sleep like this? Help me to a chair."

The three of them could barely stand on their own the way, their only thought being to get Anya to the temple as quickly as possible. They had no time to use spells like Cleanse, which required stopping and casting multiple times.

"I know a spell to clean stains, but when I cast it, my hand might be quite close to the clothes..."

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"Why didn't you say so earlier?! Hurry up, I can't stand this smell anymore."

Lorraine spent some time cleaning the stains off the two of them, then helped her to sit down on a wooden chair by the window.

As soon as Eileen's bottom touched the chair, her body went limp. She rested her head on the high back of the chair, staring blankly into the empty space of the room.

This girl must be exhausted...

Lorraine glanced at her, and after making sure she wouldn't suddenly faint again, she took off her coat and threw it into the laundry basket by the door.

He then painstakingly began to remove his breastplate, as the buckles were already soaked with sweat and were in a very inhuman position; he struggled for a long time but could not unfasten them.

Eileen watched the idiot wriggling around in front of her expressionlessly, sighed in disgust, and said, "Come here."

"It's really not easy to take it off..."

Lorraine gave an awkward laugh and asked her to help remove the breastplate, then gently placed it in the corner of the wall.

After stretching his body a couple of times, he turned around and saw Eileen taking off her tailored mage robe.

But because she didn't have much strength in her arms, the dress ended up stuck on her head in a very awkward position.

"help me...

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Her muffled shouts came from inside the clothes.

Lorraine walked over helplessly and pulled her clothes off her head, but because she couldn't control her strength, she pulled so hard that her whole body trembled.

Eileen wore only a close-fitting light gray undergarment under her robes, which clung to her body after being soaked with sweat, and then, because he pulled it forcefully—

Lorraine watched the trembling of her chest, swallowed hard, and felt his heart pounding.

"What are you looking at...?"

Eileen was about to scold him, but she quickly realized that her posture was a bit indecent. She quickly crossed her arms and hugged her chest, her heart pounding nervously.

He wouldn't do anything under the circumstances... No... I definitely can't beat him right now... I can't call for backup now...

Eileen pursed her lips, glancing at the staff placed to the side, deciding that if he dared to make a move, she would fight him to the death.

Silence fell in the room again, with only the sound of their breathing rising and falling, and their body temperatures rising.

"

...Oh, right.

"don't want!"

Eileen shuddered in fright. She squeezed her eyes shut, crossed her arms over her chest, and braced herself for the impending attack.

But she soon discovered that things were not as she had imagined.

She opened her eyes blankly, looking at Lorraine's profile as he leaned close to her, and the strange parchment he was holding in his hand.

"Um... I just found a piece of paper in the sewer, but I can't read what's written on it. Could you help me figure out what it says?"

Lorraine smiled awkwardly and handed over the IOU, which she pretended to take from her waist pouch but actually from her system backpack.

"

.you."

Eileen bit her lip, unsure whether to feel relieved, delighted, or perhaps annoyed?

But her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

She took a deep breath, snatched the paper from Lorraine's hand with lightning speed, and began to read it carefully:

"6

...This serves as proof that the holder lent three dramacy gold coins to Groin Stonefist at an annual interest rate of five percent, compounded every ten years.

The signatory hereby promises that, whether it is himself or his descendants, upon seeing this IOU, it is as if he or his ancestors had sworn an oath, and he must repay the principal and interest in full with property of equivalent value.

"Dramak gold coins, that sounds pretty valuable. With such high interest, how much are they worth now?" Lorraine's eyes quickly shifted from her chest to the IOU.

Eileen glanced at the date on the IOU, then her expression turned strange: "...The IOU is dated over nine hundred years ago. You're saying you pulled this thing out of the sewers?"

Three gold coins from nine hundred years ago, with an annual interest rate of five percent, compounded every ten years... Lorraine's mind raced as he calculated C.

"No need to calculate, you're holding an entire Ironforge right now, or maybe several."

Eileen slapped the IOU into his palm, ruthlessly shattering his illusions: "Dwarves only live an average of two or three hundred years. The guarantor and the debtor have probably had their grandchildren die several generations ago."

Besides, they don't use those dramac coins anymore. They could probably sell them as antiques for a few gold coins, if some fool were willing to buy them.

"I see..."

""

Lorraine glanced down at the scrap of paper, gave a wry smile, folded it up, and stuffed it back into her pouch.

It was indeed something drawn out, no different from that broken sword.

However, this interruption finally dispelled the awkward atmosphere, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Two deep chimes came from outside the window; it was the temple's bell tower striking the hour. A knock then sounded at the door.

"Gentlemen, your change of clothes are left at the door. The dirty clothes will be washed and delivered tomorrow."

A young priest's voice came from outside the door. He hesitated for a moment, then added, "The deacon said that if we need any extra blankets, we can get them from the storage room at any time."

The footsteps then faded into the distance.

Lorraine opened the door and brought in two trays placed at the entrance. On them were two sets of plain white robes identical to Erwin's, except that the hems of the robes were not embroidered with the sunrise pattern of the Lord of Dawn.

"Wash together? Uh... no, go wash together? No, no, no..." He suddenly felt like he wasn't good at talking.

"Shut up, who wants to shower with you?"

Eileen glared at him fiercely, muttered something, and then stood up, supporting herself on the armrest of the chair.

"Let's go."

She draped a blanket over herself, took the lady's robe from Lorraine, and turned right as she walked towards the bathhouse.