Following the wooden stairs to the very end of the second-floor corridor at The Old Oak Inn, Mo Jia pushed open a wooden door and found herself facing a cramped, shabby little room.
A single bed covered with linen took up a third of the room. A clothes chest and a wooden washstand sat in the corner, with a rough, stiff towel draped over it. The only source of light was the cheap rune lamp overhead, which cast a sickly orange glow that barely drove back the darkness in the corners while making the whole space look even more impoverished.
After brushing the dust off herself, Mo Jia walked in and shut the rough wooden door, cutting off the clamor of the tavern downstairs. Of course, the soundproofing was terrible. The noise was merely muffled, lingering by her ears like a buzzing background hum.
"Is there no bathroom here?" Mo Jia heard the Evil God's voice in her mind.
She did not know why this Evil God had suddenly asked such an ordinary question, but she answered honestly and humbly, "Evil God, this is the cheapest kind of room at the inn. We can only use the public washroom in the middle of the corridor."
Then, guessing that the Evil God found the dust, grass clippings, and faint scent of sweat on her body unclean, she hurriedly added, "I'm very sorry, Evil God. I'll go get some water and wipe myself down right away."
Ivette gave a soft hum, pleased that Mo Jia understood her unspoken meaning. After all, she needed to remain in close contact with this Elf girl, essentially using her as a temporary cat tree. Naturally, she wanted the tree to be cleaner.
Before long, Mo Jia took the basin and towel from the stand, went to