In the luxurious bathroom of Bronze Fortress, specially remodeled for a dragon's immense size, mist curled through the air, making Li Mou Long's ever-growing figure appear and vanish in hazy outlines.
Yet the bathroom was exceptionally lively at the moment.
"A little higher! On my back!" Li Wei ordered.
"Mui!"
Led by Remlu, a group of Koutao Fishmen wielded steel-brush mops and charged across Li Wei's scales like a massed formation of fishman knights, leaving them polished like a bomber aircraft.
"Faster!"
The heartless Master continued to squeeze every last drop of labor from his Retainers.
"Muiii!!"
Remlu was so busy she was practically foaming at the mouth. In the end, she simply picked up her old oral trade again, turning into a slime and wildly lashing her huge tongue through the gaps in her Master's scales.
"Ah! I'll do it myself! Out of the way!"
Still finding them too slow, Li Wei directly pulled out the 'thirty-meter blade' by the poolside, transformed it into a steel-bristled spiked mace, and scraped it across the scales on his chest, sending sparks flying.
"Muiii!!!"
So frightened that she went "pfft" and turned into a blue-haired little girl, Remlu clutched her head and plunged into the 'pool,' while the now-unemployed slime bath attendants rained down after her.
Poking her head out of the water, Remlu looked at her Master in confusion. With her way of thinking—so averse to even the trouble of thinking that she had entirely entrusted her 'central brain' to Icarus—she still seemed unable to understand why he was in such a hurry this time.
Bathing was supposed to be something comfortable. Her favorite thing had always been using her Master's back as a slide while he soaked.
But how could Li Wei not be in a hurry!
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