Terrible sanitary conditions.
Simple living conditions.
A living environment without the smell of smoke and fire.
These things made him focus on his own matters.
However, ever since they moved into the floating island.
Roger felt like he was being corroded.
At the very least.
He was very satisfied with the bathroom and bedroom in his new home.
The floating island's toilet actually had a function similar to a toilet.
He couldn't help but feel that magic did have its merits.
Shar's castle was even more eye-opening.
However, before he could reminisce about what he had seen and heard, a familiar and strong fragrance entered his mouth and nose.
A well-dressed female Warlock appeared out of nowhere, holding a wine glass in her hand.
She was wearing an eye-catching low-cut dress, and her fiery red hair hung down, making her look like she was trying to hide something.
"Do you like it?"
Shar whispered into his ear,
