"Bath?" Kefir stammered, his ears collapsed, "But...but there is no bathroom in this hut..."
There is no place for running water, how can there be such a luxury as a "bathroom"!
Augusta groaned in pain: "I should have known... this hell is hell... I might as well die..." He rolled over and curled up, causing the towel on his forehead to slip onto the pillow. Kefir hurriedly took the towel away, replaced it with a new one, and placed it on Augusta's forehead.
"Don't worry, I, I'll ask Miss Quintina if there is a way..." He ran to the kitchen. Quentina was grinning and throwing a handful of grass leaves into the boiling water, as if she was concocting some kind of ulterior poison capable of destroying all human beings.
"Miss Quentina, Lord Augusta said he wanted to take a bath."
The female vampire gave a contemptuous "ha": "There is no bathroom here! Do you think I am an omnipotent blue meat robot?"
"That's what I told him..."
"Tell him to be patient!"
"Is there really no way? Your Excellency Augusta looks very uncomfortable. I want to make him as comfortable as possible..."
Quintina put her hands on her hips: "There is a bathtub, but I thought it was useless and threw it beside the woodpile." She stretched out her hand and pointed away, telling Kefir the direction of the woodpile.
"I'll go pick it up!" Kefir turned his head and ran away. Quentina called after him: "You have to boil the water yourself! It's a hassle!"
"For His Excellency Augusta, I don't mind a little trouble!" Kefir responded loudly, secretly hoping that Augusta's evaluation of him would improve a little after hearing these words.
He found a neatly stacked firewood pile at the back door of the hut, next to the bathtub turned upside down on the ground. Probably the renter of the holiday cottage also knew that the bathtub was useless, so he simply put two pots of flowers on the bottom of the bucket. Keffier removed the flowerpot, turned over the bathtub, fetched water from the water tank to clean it, picked up a handful of firewood from the firewood pile, and went to the kitchen to boil hot water. This hut is indeed very original, but it is too inconvenient (there is not even a toilet! Probably the lessor hopes that the tenant will go to the forest to solve it by himself, and fertilize the plants by the way), so why can’t the lessor put the hut in order to attract customers? Repair it
After boiling two buckets of hot water, Kefir moved the scrubbed tub to Augusta's room. The magician curled up in a corner of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, like a bear preparing to hibernate. Kefir shook his shoulder lightly: "Your Excellency, the tub is ready."
Augusta snorted twice, opened his eyes, and looked at him in a trance, as if he didn't know where he was at all, and he was probably sick and confused. Kefir pointed to the bathtub and said, "Aren't you going to take a bath?" Augusta finally recovered. He struggled to get up from the bed, grabbed the hem of his clothes, stared blankly for a moment, then turned to Kefir dully: "Go out, don't peek."
"Uh...but can you do it alone?"
Augusta glared at Kefir, but unfortunately his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he lacked the usual majesty. "Nonsense, it's just taking a bath, it's not diving 300 meters underwater to explore the seabed."
Since His Excellency Augusta has the strength to complain, maybe taking a bath alone is not a problem. Kefir exited the room and went to the kitchen to continue boiling hot water. Quentina was still studying her horror potion (the color of the herbal juice is now like a hillside after a mudslide, with suspicious foam), and seeing Kefir go and come back, she was surprised: "Why did you come here? ? Aren't you going to wait for Mr. Augusta to take a bath?"
Kefir twitched at the corner of his clothes: "Your Excellency said that he is fine by himself, let me go out..."
"At this time, you should be tough! How can you always let his temper go! I thought you ran to this kind of barren mountains and mountains to do this and that with Augusta... Isn't it the result?!"
Kefir's face became hot: "I... I don't think this time..."
"Hmph, you just let go of such a good opportunity." Quentina rolled her eyes and continued to tinker with her herbs.
Dejectedly, Kefir added a piece of firewood to the stove. Of course he wanted to take the opportunity to get close to Augusta, but Augusta ordered him to go out, how could he dare to disobey? On the one hand, he was caught between his well-known little thoughts and the absolute authority of Augusta, and he was more contradictory than anyone else. How can His Excellency Augusta accept him? Even if it is not "acceptance" in the sense of love, as long as you can open your heart to him a little bit and let him walk in a little bit, it will be better than anything else.
He boiled another bucket of hot water, estimated the time, and it was almost time to add some hot water to Augusta. He came to the door of Augusta's room, knocked on the door lightly three times, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Augusta? Can I come in?"
There was silence behind the door, and no Augusta answered.
Kefir raised his voice and asked again: "Your Excellency Augusta! Did you hear me? Do you need more hot water?"
He waited for a while, but there was still no sound in the room. He was worried, Mr. Augusta would not fall asleep while washing, right? That's no good, sleeping in the bathtub will definitely catch a cold! For the sake of your health, he secretly opened the door to take a look, shouldn't it be okay? You must understand him!
He held the doorknob, pushed open a slit, and peeped in, only to see Augusta sitting in the bathtub with his head tilted, his eyes closed, and one hand resting on the outside of the bathtub, his posture looked like a world-famous painting The Death of Marat. Seeing this, Kefir immediately turned into the world-famous painting "The Scream", put his hands on his face and shouted: "Mr. Augusta! Are you okay!"
He rushed into the house and grabbed Augusta by the shoulders. The magician didn't respond at all, obviously passed out. Kefir hurriedly fished him out of the tub, so remorseful that he wanted to grab the ground with his head. Miss Quintina is right, you shouldn't let Her Excellency Augusta's temper fool you! If he insisted on staying with Augusta, this kind of thing would never happen!
Augusta was fished out like a dead fish, motionless, dripping wet, naturally naked. If it wasn't for the heaving of his chest, Kefir really thought he was dead. He didn't bother admiring the Augusta's naked naked body of his dreams and hurriedly wiped him dry. When rubbing some sensitive parts, Kefir looked away embarrassedly, but the touch under the palm made him blush and heartbeat, maybe his body temperature was higher than Augusta at the moment.
After wiping, he picked up the magician by the waist, threw him back on the bed, and wrapped him tightly with a blanket from head to toe. Augusta went from dead fish to sea cucumber. After Kefir moved the tub away and wiped off the water stains on the floor, the sea cucumber slowly squirmed, and half of its head emerged from the blanket.
"Kefir..." Augusta's muffled voice came from inside the blanket, "What's wrong with me...?"
"You passed out in the bathtub!" Kefir said sadly.
"Ah... is it... I don't remember..." Augusta rubbed her eyes in a daze, and quickly retracted her hands into the blanket, like a frightened hermit crab retracting into its shell.
"How do you feel? Is there anything else you need—don't even talk about a bath! A few more washes like this, and you might really die!"
"Hmm..." Augusta replied vaguely, and Kefir guessed that he didn't understand what he was talking about at all. He reached out from under the blanket again and shook Kefir, beckoning him to come closer. The young werewolf knelt by the bed, holding Augusta's hand.
"Kefir, listen up..."
"I'm listening!"
"Next I will dictate my will: I, Augusta Holwich..."
Kefir really wanted to grab the pillow and hit Augusta hard. But he held back. This made him admire his perseverance very much. "You already said that!"
"Ah... yeah... I don't remember..." Augusta muttered like a forgetful old man.
"Anyway, besides bathing and making a will, is there anything else you would like to say?"
The magician shook his head, brown hair scattered on the white pillow, making him look haggard.
"No more..." He closed his swollen eyelids, as if falling asleep. Just as Kefir was about to let go of Augusta's hand, the magician suddenly opened his eyes, "No, wait... Kefir?"
"I am here, Your Excellency."
"Don't go. Stay with me for a while."
Kefir felt his head bubbling like Quentina's herbal juice.
"Of course! I will stay with you every step of the way!"
Augusta let out an "um" with her nose, lowered her eyes, and fell asleep again not long after. Kefir still held his hand, not daring to let go. He simply lay face down on the bed, with his head resting on the other arm, staring at Augusta in his sleep. The magician's eyebrows were knit together, his face was still ugly, his skin was as hot as coals, and his condition did not improve. Kefir just hoped that he could get a good night's sleep, maybe he would be better after dawn. Poor His Excellency Augusta, why is he so unlucky, he fell ill even though it was a leisurely and beautiful vacation. But it doesn't matter, he will take good care of your Excellency and make him as comfortable as at home...
Kefir blinked, tiredness welled up in his heart, and he fell asleep after a while.