At night, it is quiet and peaceful. The hemispheric starry sky hangs over the entire earth. The stars twinkle like a cradle inlaid with gems.
Blue Lion City lies on the plain, and most of the area is dark, motionless like a sleeping child. Occasionally, a glimmer of light will be revealed somewhere. It is not the eyes of a child who wakes up from his sleep, but the palace of the Blue Lion City.
Palace, palace, bathhouse.
A huge bathtub was placed in the center of the bathroom, and Richard lay in it with his eyes closed.
Bath water fills most of the tub and maintains a temperature of about 45°C. Because this level is higher than the normal body temperature of the human body, the pores on Richard's skin slowly expand and the whole body relaxes little by little, but it is not too hot in the hot summer.
A few meters away from the tub, several maids were standing, waiting to be ordered.
Farther away, in the corner of the bathroom, a maid was baking smooth pebbles over a fire. After the pebbles are roasted until they are red, pick them up with iron tongs and put them into a bucket filled with water next to them.
With a "sting" sound, accompanied by hot pebbles, the water in the bucket rolled violently, and large jets of steam spurted out and dispersed into the air. Then when cold, they turned into small droplets of white mist, and released heat.
The mist was thick, keeping the bathing temperature in the entire room, and sweat appeared on the face of the standing maid. Under the double influence of mist and sweat, her bangs were wet, her clothes were wet, and the maid's entire body became wet. The thin coat clings to the body, outlining a curvy figure. But they didn't dare to make a sound or move casually. They just stood there for fear of disturbing His Highness the Prince.
Suddenly, Richard in the bathtub opened his eyes.
A maid asked tentatively: "Your Highness?"
"Yeah." Richard responded.
"Yes." The maid nodded, a glimmer of light flashed in her big eyes, and she quickly approached Richard.
Walking to the tub, he bent down and took out a porcelain jar from a bamboo basket, poured out a bath paste made of herbs and rose petals and spread it evenly on his hands.
He stood up, placed his hands gently on Richard's body, carefully applied the bath cream on Richard's exposed skin, and carefully rubbed and massaged it to help Richard eliminate fatigue.
Richard closed his eyes again.
The maid's body moved closer to Richard, her thin clothes were completely soaked, the curves of her body were fully revealed, and two bulges were exposed on her towering breasts.
Suddenly, as if intentionally or unintentionally, the maid applied bath cream to Richard's arm, massaging it inch by inch, and her towering breasts brushed against Richard's elbow.
Richard, who had his eyes closed, raised his eyebrows slightly, but the maid didn't notice.
After massaging Richard's right arm, the maid turned to the left, her whole body pressed against the tub, her chest brushed against Richard's back, and her hot breath blew against Richard's ears.
Richard raised his eyebrows slightly again, but the maid still didn't notice, and her eyes became a little blurry.
The maid began to massage Richard's shoulders and left arm seriously. When her towering breasts brushed against Richard's body intentionally or unintentionally for the third time, Richard suddenly opened his eyes.
His expression was extremely calm, but he raised his hand and waved it gently.
The massage maid was stunned. She didn't know what she did wrong, but she didn't dare to say anything. She whispered, "Yes." Then she retreated back.
With a "swish" sound, Richard stood up, walked out of the tub, and stepped on a non-slip wooden board on the side of the tub. The silver water droplets on his body quickly rolled down towards the ground, soaking him all over.
Three maids came forward quickly. One of them carried a bucket, walked behind Richard, scooped water and poured it on Richard's body.
This time, it was 30°C cold water that was lower than the human body. It did not make Richard feel too cold, but the dilated pores on his body shrank slightly, and the relaxed muscles and skin tightened instantly, which lifted his spirits.
Another maid took a large dry cloth and quickly wiped every part of Richard's body. After wiping it clean, the last maid came forward and helped Richard put on new clothes and boots.
After all this was done, Richard walked out of the bathroom.
The remaining maids quickly cleaned up and then left one after another.
When the last maid left, he found that the rest of the maids were waiting for him at the door, looking slightly unkindly.
"What's wrong, sisters?" the maid who was stopped asked in a low voice.
An older maid spoke up, glanced at her, and said in a high voice: "Natalie, you are new here, you may not know the rules..."
"But I didn't make a mistake..." The maid named Natalie defended in a low voice.
"You haven't made a mistake yet? Did you really pretend that we didn't see what you did to His Highness the Prince just now?" the older maid said angrily, "Natalie, it's my fault for not reminding you that the Prince doesn't like this. Even this time Yes, if there is a next time, your end will be miserable, think about it for yourself, let’s go!”
As she spoke, the older maid led the rest of the people away.
The maid named Natalie stood there and watched the group of people walking away. She rolled her eyes and said, "The prince doesn't like it? Who are you kidding? Don't think I don't know that you are afraid of me competing for favor. Huh! We'll see. !”
After speaking, Natalie raised her head, straightened her proud and tall chest, and walked in the opposite direction.
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As the night progressed, the lights in the palace dimmed little by little, leaving only the last few places standing.
On the northwest corner of the palace, there is a row of low houses, which are incompatible with the architectural style of the entire palace. They are where craftsmen and male servants live.
At this time, a bean-like oil lamp was lit in a house, and the craftsman Mark, who was ordered by Richard, was squinting at the design scroll spread on the table, and his nose was almost twitching.
After looking at it for a long time, Old Mark frowned, stared at a part of the design and said repeatedly: "What's going on in this place? Why can't I understand it! This is terrible. I didn't ask His Highness Richard at first. If it cannot be produced, then..."
With an anxious expression on his face, Old Mark turned around and walked out of the house and walked to the work shed set up outside. In the work shed, there was a wooden frame that was erected. It was very rough. It was a simple turret that he drove out during the day.
Reaching out and groping for a part, Old Mark said to himself: "I still can't figure it out. What is this part used for? How can it not affect the rotation if it is placed here..."
Old Mark didn't figure it out for a long time. He walked back to the house in a depressed mood and looked at the design scroll again with a bit of despair. Suddenly his eyes flashed and he found a line of insignificant markings in a place he didn't understand.
"...wings...shafts...gears..." Old Mark read aloud, his eyes lit up little by little, and he instantly understood his doubts.
But then Old Mark frowned again and muttered to himself strangely: "I remember, there was no mark on this place originally. Why did it suddenly appear? Or is it always there, but I just didn't see it? Strange, strange , no one came in, and no one dared to touch His Highness Richard’s things, this... "
Old Mark looked around the room, which was quiet and empty. He looked at the doors and windows, which were motionless.
this…
"Okay, no matter what, I figured it out anyway, so let's do it quickly." Old Mark said, then walked out of the house and entered the work shed to work overnight. After all, the week set by Richard was still very tight for him. of.
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