Lin Fan was wrapped up in rags by Kaiser and the others once again, hung from the back like a weapon. After passing several mortals who saluted them and walking down a long corridor, Kaiser finally arrived at the Space Marine monastery they had established aboard the warship. In Lin Fan's eyes, though, it looked more like a "doghouse" filled with shamanistic and tribal styles.
"All right, Captain Soap. We're here. I'll have the servants get you some clothes."
Kaiser called over a modified Chapter servitor and took a set of loose white garments resembling a Roman toga from the mechanical arms it held up. Lin Fan put them on, finally avoiding the embarrassment of exposing himself.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I need to find a bed and sleep. Honestly, I've been unbelievably tired ever since I came out of there. If we hadn't arrived yet, I probably would've fallen asleep on your back."
"All right, then. Take this key. You can sleep in the third room on the left side of that corridor. We usually use it for meditation, but there's a stone bed inside. Want me to lay down some animal hides for you?"
Kaiser Whitefang thoughtfully asked whether Lin Fan would be able to sleep comfortably, but Lin Fan was already exhausted to the point of death. How could he care about that? He took the enormous beast-bone key, found the room, and opened the door decorated with even more bones and teeth.
These huskies really loved bones, didn't they? They would definitely love the Brass Citadel.
The moment Lin Fan saw the stone bed, he threw himself onto it and fell sound asleep. His mind was utterly exhausted.
Lin Fan felt his consciousness drifting through the universe. He thought he might be