In the afternoon, the store was very quiet, and the cat lady of the adventurer's house was lying on the front desk fishing.

The Filin people have the habit of basking in the sun.

The daylight would make them feel relaxed, and the afternoon sun slightly dispelled the winter chill, falling on her through the glass, and the cat's ears shivered comfortably.

There was a jingle and the hotel door was pushed open.

The cat lady raised her head, thinking that a guest had entered the store, but she didn't expect that it was the illiterate brother who was generous and came back.

Not only that, but he also carried a dirty girl on his shoulder.

"Whoa, Mr. Peter, you're not going to lure the police in, are you?"

Cat Lady looks at the unconscious girl in horror.

Although as the front desk of the hotel, I have seen many women who have been drunk and brought back, but is the one on his shoulders too small?

Peter, seeing her doubts, explained speechlessly:

"She's sixteen years old, and she's my sister. You know, adolescent girls, having conflicts with their families... I just got back from home. ”

"Fake meow?" The cat lady was skeptical.

"It's good to find it in time, otherwise I would have frozen to death on the street." Peter pulled out a silver coin and tossed it, "Let the boiler room boil some hot water, she'll take a shower." ”

The little girl did not look drunk, her little face was pale, her hair was wet and sticking to her forehead, and she was shivering with cold.

"Well," the cat lady took the silver coin, but said half-jokingly, half-seriously:

"If the police come to you, they won't help you keep it a secret."

The Traveler's House is not big, but it's not a black shop.

"Whatever you want."

Peter carried the liner up the stairs.

When he discovers that the girl who is unconscious on the bench is the lining, he has a mixed emotion like seeing a pet dog that he once gave away at a dog meat shop.

He also thought that after being a big nobleman in a neighboring country, he would have some relatives or subordinates in Arknaiz, but he didn't expect that the little girl who directly turned into a match seller for three days would burp.

It took me 250,000 soul chips to get you back, don't die so hastily.

Originally, he died at the age of eighteen, and the system changed his fate and lived two years less.

Okay, okay, dog system, that's changed, right?

Back in the room, he threw the liner on the bed, and looked at the soaked little Lori, Peter shook his head.

Does this pampered eldest lady have a hole in her brain, and she doesn't know how to hide when it snows, so she lies on the chair.

Well, now, the snow turns into water, and when the wind blows on a cold day, it's time to be cremated.

Peter reached out and touched her forehead, and it was terrifyingly hot.

"Rotten good people deserve to be poor for a lifetime..."

Peter picked up the potion from the fish tank, almost a hundred milliliters of dark green thick liquid, and asked him for fifteen gold coins, which was more expensive than the world map.

Peter pinched the lining of the dirty chin with one hand, squeezed the gray lips away, and poured half a bottle of medicine.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

The liner choked, and Peter smoothed her back, and after making sure she had swallowed it, he went to the bathroom to prepare the hot water.

Naturally, there is no such thing as heating in the winter of this world, and it is as cold indoors and outdoors.

Put the whole body soaked lining and sleep there, the room is like a refrigerator, and I guess I fell asleep and went to see my grandmother.

She was now very cold, shivering with cold, and she had to take a hot shower to warm her body up.

Of course, there are no water heaters, but the hotel has a boiler room with boiling hot water from 8 to 10 o'clock every night. The hot water pipes are connected directly from the boiler room to the various rooms, and Peter has just given a tip to ask Cat Lady to boil the water, which will already be boiled.

Put half a basin of hot water, and then mix it with cold water, the water temperature is 412 degrees, just right.

Walking out of the bathroom, Peter looked at the liner lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and just wanted to help her undress, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Hey, get up and take a shower."

There was no response, and it was almost burning.

So Peter went to the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door, looked at himself in the mirror, and asked:

"Are you Lolicon?"

"You're not."

"Do you have any thoughts about her?"

"You don't."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Yes, you're saving people."

Bright and upright, dignified, and gentlemen do not take advantage of people's dangers.

Peter returned very simply, quickly stripping the liner and throwing it into a barrel filled with hot water.

Even knowing her actual age, Peter called her a good fellow.

What should be developed is not developed at all.

Ice skin and jade skin, smooth and crispy, like a little lamb.

Even her face and hands are too dirty, so I have to wash them myself.

But if you get started...

Even if you don't have this idea, how is an innocent girl different from molestation?

Gotta get something to keep it apart.

Peter turned his gaze to the toilet brush.

Let's change it.

Eventually, Peter put a towel on her and wiped her clean inside and out. My hair was also shampooed and washed well, and it turned back to its original brilliant blonde.

But straight men take a bath, and everyone who understands understands it.

It's emotionless, it's like rubbing panties, fast and clean.

The white and tender skin that could be broken by blowing was rubbed red by him, like entering the back rubbing of the Northeast bathhouse.

After washing, pick it up and wrap it in a bath towel and dry it.

Although there are no hair dryers, there is a long-feathered bird on the Terra continent that absorbs water very well and can be used as a towel to dry your hair, which is very efficient.

Each room in the hotel has a one, and after drying the long hair, the liner throws the sleek little Lori on the bed, feeds the remaining half of the potion, and covers the quilt and puts the pillow on it.

After taking a bath, he no longer trembled, and his little face was a little bloody.

The mysterious owner of the magic prop shop really didn't deceive anyone, and the medicine he sold was fed, and as long as he didn't die, he would save you.

When he was done, Peter leaned back in his chair and rested.

Half of the hard bread I bought yesterday was left, and I made a cup of coffee for lunch.

The obsidian dagger was sold for thirty gold coins, and after buying the medicine and the map, there was no money on hand again, so I had to save some flowers.

The dagger is also a reward for helping people with divination, and the target is a retired old pirate who wants to know if he can get a good death.

The answer was no, and Peter stayed in that city for a month to see him beheaded.

Swallow the last bite of bread, this thing is really unpalatable, a bitter taste.

Peter spread the map he had bought on the table and lit the lamp.

There are four continents in the east, west, north and south, densely packed with hundreds of countries, and in the center is a huge sea.

The boss is right, the map is extremely detailed, the name and capital of each country, the main cities, administrative districts, borders, various landforms, and even the dimensions and zoom are marked.

Unfortunately, Peter was illiterate and could only barely make out a few of the countries of the Northern Continent that he had walked through.

'System, where's the Church of Dreams?' ’

[The 'All Collection Maps of Cold Valley and Dream Church' have been marked on the current map, and when the player enters the range of Cold Valley, the system will switch to navigation mode]

A red dot of light visible only to Peter, lit up below the map.

Peter was stunned, how is this country...

So big?