Rand opened the door, and the servant had already changed into new sheets, and the room was cleaned, and a brioche bread sat quietly next to the bedside cabinet.

He rubbed his aching arm, took off his robe, and stretched comfortably on the bed, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

It's best to lie on a soft bed.

You don't have to think about anything, you don't have to do anything, you just lie quietly and empty everything in your mind.

It's one of the few moments of the day that you can relax.

After a few moments, he stood up and grabbed the bread from his plate, which the servant had prepared for him for supper, for the rand was busy late every day.

"Forget it, let's take a shower first. Rand abruptly put down the bread that had come to his mouth, took off his shirt, and went straight to the bathroom.

In the empty room, someone seemed to be venting with great regret.

Completely immersed in the barrel and felt the warm liquid enveloping him, Rand's tired body completely relaxed.

But he was thinking about something else at this point.

As a lord himself, he naturally enjoys all kinds of comforts, including having his own bathroom.

Most of the inhabitants of the Kongdu Territory are not qualified at all, the nobles may be better, and most of the commoners only take a bath once a year, resulting in the strong smell of the body from a distance, between the smell of fox and the smell of sweat, it is better in winter, and the smell is simply suffocating in the hot summer, especially after strenuous exercise.

Personal hygiene is also extremely important.

Randt speculated that one of the reasons for the rampant disease in this era may be that people did not pay much attention to personal hygiene, defecated indiscriminately and did not clean up, food was eaten without being sterilized, and some parasites entered the human body with half-cooked meat before they were killed, which in the long run led to the breeding of diseases.

This problem must be changed, and Rand thought about it, first of all, to correct the bad habit of the common people who do not like to bathe, and then build some public toilets in the villages and towns of Kongduling.

When it comes to bathing, it is necessary to provide a place for residents to take a bath, and people in this era do not hate bathing, but do not have the conditions to take a bath.

First of all, we need to build a large shower, and as for the bathing method, we will use the traditional shower style.

Only a dozen shower heads are needed, connected to two pipes, and hot and cold water are used respectively, but the switch used to adjust the size of the water flow is a little troublesome to make, and it must ensure that it is sealed and has good corrosion resistance.

According to such requirements, plastic pipes are undoubtedly the best choice, but because Rand has not yet unearthed this widely used material in later generations, it is tentatively replaced by iron pipes with thinner siding, and only need to thicken the pipes to avoid blockages as much as possible, but it is just necessary to check and replace the corrosion points frequently.

Rand believes that most people will enjoy the comfort of a bath once they are given a bath.

No one wants to be covered in stinky flies.

But defecation at will......

Rand laughed at himself, this kind of behavior was still repeatedly banned even in the highly developed world in the past, let alone in this backward era, people have long been accustomed to it.

Coercion is necessary to prevent this from happening.

Rand was well aware of this and felt that a code of conduct should be drawn up for this, with warnings for previous violators and labor penalties for repeat violators.

Under the strong education, Rand believes that the environment and human health of the air crossing territory will be greatly improved.

Although this change will take a long time.

Rand wiped the water droplets from his body with a towel, these tedious things should be thought about in a few days, what he needed most so far was a good night's sleep.

Walking barefoot to the bedside, he looked at the slightly shriveled slices of bread in the candlelight, suddenly lost the desire to eat, and only glanced lightly and shifted his gaze to the windowsill.

The night breeze swayed the curtains.

Strange, when did the window open?

Rand muttered to himself.

Hidden in the shadows of the room, Wen Ke's heart chuckled, but he quickly calmed down, the window was originally open, and he didn't touch anything in the room at all after sneaking in, their placement was not moved at all, and even the footprints on the windowsill were carefully wiped off, and there was no trace at all.

Except for the piece of bread that was placed on the head of the bed.

Winko sighed with some regret, he had wanted to kill the other party with more gentle means, such as the poison he had with him, but he seemed to have changed his mind at the moment, and did not touch the piece of bread at all, so that Winko had to pick up his original plan again.

Could the other party have already discovered themselves?

Winco was taken aback by the idea, but was quickly relieved.

This is impossible, his actions are extremely careful, carefully erasing all traces, and his hiding place at this time is also located in the blind spot of vision.

A huge bookcase, a hideout made for the Assassins.

Winco couldn't help but think that when this guy was asleep, he would be able to slash his neck with a knife without any effort at all.

It's just that he can't see the other party's deformed expression because of fright, which makes Wen Ke a little lost, he likes to see those targets struggle and beg for mercy before they die, the more noble the target's identity, the more excited Wen Ke feels, and when he sees the nobles and lords who are usually high up crying and kneeling down in front of him to beg for mercy, he will always feel great satisfaction in his heart.

It can be a morbid gratification, and Winco realized it early on.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that this satisfaction fills the emptiness in his heart.

The guy in front of him is the most noble one among the targets he has assassinated so far, the son of the duke, and maybe he will inherit the title in the future.

A strong army, a vast territory, and beautiful women, these things that he could have would have all come to naught with a gentle wave of his hand.

This sense of control over life and death is the most fascinating.

He hid quietly behind the bookcase, looking at Rand's back with a blank face.

The muscles are flabby, the steps are vain, and he looks completely like a hollowed-out aristocratic gentleman.

Wenke secretly estimated that even if he suddenly attacked, he could kill him in three seconds.

But now in his castle, there are many guards, and just outside the door of the room, there are two heavily armed knights who take turns guarding day and night, and if they hear a strange noise in the room, they will rush in directly.

In that case, your escape will be thwarted.

Although he was highly skilled, he did not have the confidence to retreat from the encirclement of dozens of soldiers.

The lights in the house suddenly went out.

Rand lay on the bed, with his back to Winko, completely defenseless.

Okay, just go to sleep.

In your sleep, you will not feel any pain, and your soldiers will not find out about your death until tomorrow morning.

By that time, I had long since left the confines of the Empty Realm, and the sky was so high that no one knew who you died at.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wenko's mouth, and he pressed his body against the wall.

It normally takes between 20 and 50 minutes for a normal human to fall asleep, but Winco noticed that there were no sleep-inducing flowers and plants such as aromatherapy or rosemary in the room, which was enough to prove that Rand did not suffer from insomnia or other diseases.

Two hours after people fall asleep, they fall into a deep sleep, at which time their perception of external stimuli and sound sources is greatly reduced, and Winco calculates the time, it is about one o'clock in the morning, and the two knights standing guard outside the door will also be exhausted.

That's the perfect time to start.

Winko closed his eyes and silently counted the seconds in the dark.

After a few moments, the room fell silent, except for the sound of Rand's long, calm breathing, who should have fallen asleep by this time.

By the time Winco counted a few thousand seconds again, there was a slight snoring in the room, and Rand muttered a few slurred words in his sleep, then rolled over and lay flat on the bed.

Winco saw his chest rise and fall rhythmically.

It's time to get your hands dirty.

Winco sneered, pulled the slender dagger from his cuff, and stepped out of the back of the bookcase with silent steps.

Rand was still unaware, as if he had encountered some problem in his dream, and he frowned as if he was very unhappy.

The carpet in the room had a good sound reduction effect, and Winco didn't even have to take off his boots to achieve a completely silent effect.

The carpet I bought for the luxury experience turned out to be a help for me.

Winko sneered inwardly as he looked at the bed that was getting closer and closer, and raised the dagger in his hand.

Rand spun abruptly.

Wen Keshengsheng, who was about to stab his target in the throat, stopped his attack, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Damn, how to turn over at this time!

It's really bad to sleep!

Rand was in a strange posture at this time, his whole body turned nearly halfway, exposing his defenseless back to Winko, his right arm pressed under him, and his left arm was also thrown next to the pillow, half covered by the eiderdown quilt.

Winko cursed to himself and put the dagger back in his hand.

This position is not bad, and it can be stabbed through the heart from behind.

Winco laughed silently, a pair of eyes glowing with a faint fierce light in the darkness, and he licked his chapped lips, thinking about where he should use that money to indulge after this mission was completed.

Whale Fort?

No, no, no, the women there are all sturdy like cows, and there is no fun at all!

The girl from Golden Spike City was good, but some of the wine in that place was not to my taste, and the bitter ale was as disgusting as dishwater.

Why don't you go to the Kingdom of Dawn?

I heard that the brothels there are very famous, and there are even the daughters of down-and-out nobles who sell them, and Wenko likes women of this status the most, and those who were unattainable in the past are now pressed under him to beg for good deeds.

How did you suddenly think of this!

Wenko shook his head suddenly, he must have not looked for a woman for too long, causing his mind to be full of these thoughts.

Hehe, Wen Ke laughed twice self-deprecatingly, it's better to finish the things in front of you first, and then think about women.

He narrowed his eyes and aimed the blade of the dagger at the back of Rand's heart, stabbing him straight down.

Suddenly there was a flash of fire in the darkness, mixed with a popping sound!

Winco felt a numbness on the left side of his body, and the intense pain spread like a plague.

"I thought you could put up with it. ”

At some point, Rand changed his position, half-lying at the head of the bed with his left hand propped up, his face full of mockery, and there was not even a trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

He's lying to me!

He had long since realized that I was in his room!

"Feel the power of the heater up close, isn't it?" Rand waved at him the smoking weapon in his hand, a flintlock pistol with a sawn barrel.

The accuracy is much lower, but it is easy to carry, and there is no off-target attack at all at close range.

"Why don't you try again?"