On the top of the sky-blue building were many chimneys.
They were steaming.
The reason why Cabul's luxurious bathroom was famous was that it was adjacent to a volcanic mountain range thousands of years ago, and there was a rare huge natural hot spring bathing place on Simpson Continent, where many strangers came to take a bath.
Now, there were a lot of people in front of the bathroom.
People lined up to get in.
"Stranger, do you know the words?" A guard standing at the door of the bathing place pointed at a silver plaque at the entrance and asked a worn man.
"No, I don't." The man who looked like a farmer answered honestly.
"I have to explain to you strangers many times every day." The leader of the guards read on the board, "Fighting is not allowed in the bathing place. If you want to fight, you can go to Colosseum to sign a contract and have a legal fight. But if you fight here, you will be sentenced to death and will be sent to Colosseum to feed wild beasts."
"Then, in the bathing place, there are male bathing place, female bathing place, and mixed bathing place. Male guests are not allowed to enter the female bathing place. But if a bold female guest takes a fancy to you, breaks into the male bathing place and wants to bathe with you, or invites you to the mixed bathing place, please don't make a fuss; if no woman takes a fancy to you, it doesn't matter. Find the closest slave to you, he will find you the best service in the whole Simpson Continent."
"Are your women all very expensive?"
"You get what you pay off. This is the best on the continent." The leader of the guards said seriously, "You can experience as much as you want, but you have to watch your wallet. If you can't afford the money in the end, you can go to the city to find a buyer and sell yourself to pay the bill."
After saying that, the leader of the guards took off the leather wallet hanging on the waist of the stranger, took out a copper coin, and threw it into the big wooden box at the door.
"Come on in. Remember to ask the price first." The leader of the guards impatiently threw the wallet back to him. When he turned his head, he saw the butler and the guards, with Merion and York.
"Ah, butler, you are coming!" The leader of the guards immediately put on a smile.
"There are eleven of us. Record the money on the account of Colosseum." The butler patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. This way, please."
The leader of the guards cheered up and led them into the men's dressing room. He told a slave present to take good care of their clothes.
In the Cabul bathing place, men only needed to pay for a copper coin, but women needed to pay for a silver coin.
York put on a white Cotton Bathrobe and asked Merion in a low voice, "Why do women need to pay ten times as much as men here?"
"You don't understand?" A guard who came with him answered with a smile, "Some women come here to compete with the bathing place for business."
Behind the men's and women's dressing room, through the white marble door covered with exquisite carvings, there was a huge mixed bath for men and women.
The sky-blue dome and the clear water bottom were covered with oval cobblestones, and the water was full of water vapor.
There were hundreds of male and female guests playing with water happily. Some were wearing bathrobes, while others were naked.
York widened his eyes in surprise and stared at the beauties in the water. His face immediately flushed to his ears and his body could not help trembling.
Merion reached out his hand and held York's chin to help him look back from the bathing place.
In Carbul, the huge luxurious bathroom was also a place for people to socialize and chat.
Along the way, many men and women who knew the butler were greeting him. Some acquaintances invited him to take a shower together, but the butler politely refused.
They came to one of the men's exclusive baths where there were few guests here.
The water temperature in the bathroom was about 45 degrees Celsius, which was very comfortable.
After entering the bathing place, many young slaves who were waiting beside them quickly rubbed the fragrance on them and helped them bathe; After taking a bath, they applied essential oil on guests' bodies and massaged their muscles carefully.
When the two slaves were massaging the soles of his feet, Merion almost groaned with comfort.
After Merion finished the massage, the butler quickly said to him, "Come with me to the steam room inside. Let's have a steam bath."
York quickly got up from the massage chair and wanted to go with them.
However, the butler looked at his figure from top to bottom and shook his head with regret. "You are too thin and tender for me."
While the guards were laughing jeeringly, York scratched his head at the backs of the butler and Merion. "Does the butler have some kind of Cabul-style free and unrestrained hobby?"
"We don't know." The guards smiled and blinked. "But he's too thin. If Whitman doesn't agree, he can't force him."
The butler didn't stop when he passed the steam room.
He took Merion to rush through several corridors in one breath and stopped in front of the elegant box in the innermost row of the bathing place.
A maid-like girl came up to her in a hurry. "Why are you so late? She's getting impatient."
"I'm sorry. I was late when I passed by Carl Square." The butler smiled and whispered to the maid, "I've brought him here."
The maid rolled her eyes at him and said, "Come on in."
There was a group of young and handsome strong men guarding the door of the box.
As soon as Merion entered the box, he smelled the fragrance in the air.
The fragrance was very aphrodisiac.
Inside the room, a beautiful, half-naked woman was lazily lying on a long and thick deck chair. She was about 25 or 6 years old, wearing nothing but underwear made of gold and a sapphire necklace around her neck, hanging between the towering semicircle of the breast.
The woman was staring at Merion with eyes as blue as the sea.
Merion suddenly felt that this woman was emitting a mature female hormone that he had never seen before, which was breathtaking.
It rushed towards him like a whistling wild horse.
Merion tried his best to focus his eyes on the woman, trying to hide his drastic heartbeat.
"What's wrong with him? Who slapped him so hard that his face was as ugly as a fat pig's head?" The lady suddenly burst into laughter.
"It's the Lion Avodo." The butler bowed and answered respectfully.
"Do you already allow private fights between the gladiator in the Colosseum?"
"Lion Avodo is going to be his teacher and teach Whitman in person."
"In other words, I have good taste." The lady was between tears and laughter, stood up and asked, "Then why do I wear like this today?"
The maid who was waiting beside her quickly fetched a thin gauze dress and put it on her.
"Butler, I want to have a private talk with Buck Whitman." The woman said with a smile, "You can enjoy yourself in the bathing place and record it on my account. Look, is an hour enough?"
"Enjoy yourself." The butler smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not as healthy as young people. An hour is enough."
After the butler left, the lady looked at Merion's face and couldn't help laughing. "Do you know that I will definitely come to you today? Avodo has given much thought."
"The people close to me call me 'Fatima'." The woman picked up a piece of fruit and put it into her mouth. "What's your name and where do you come from?"
"Simpson Continent. My name is Whitman." Merion replied cautiously.
His intuition told him that this woman who gave off tempting hormones and was so beautiful that make people difficult to breathe was not simple.
"Now that I've told you my name, you should at least tell me where you come from, out of respect for a woman you've met for the first time."
Merion had to say, "Charles."
"Then I'm not surprised. Our people just came back from there a few days ago." Fatima said sympathetically, "Your kingdom has been defeated, and many aristocrats have been killed in the battle or sold into various slaves. You are dignified, unlike ordinary people; on the Colosseum, tens of thousands of audience cheered at you. You are not complacent about your victory, but disdainful. You must be of noble blood."
"I'm just a desperado."
"I have a lot of latest news about your kingdom. Are you interested in hearing it?"
Merion said calmly, "just say it."
"The eldest prince, Hess, led the main force of your kingdom to be defeated in the plain of sand and was said to have died in the war. The king of your main war was poisoned to death by the minister of defense, and the minister of defense and his nephew who was responsible for the safety of King City occupied it overnight and surrendered. The queen and the princess were captured by the enemy Kingdom, and the whereabouts of the second prince Merion are unknown now. As for the other noble clans, the biggest loss is..."
Merion couldn't help but tremble slightly. "Where are the queen and the princess now? Are they all right?"
"That's to say, why did our people just come back from there a few days ago?" Fatima smiled slightly. "Your queen is under house arrest, but she is very healthy. Because your princess is now the new queen of the Charles Kingdom, a vassal state of the Saklu kingdom. She married the new king, the original minister of defense, Fael. We have just sent a gift!"
"What are you saying?" Merion's head exploded with anger, his lungs almost bursting with anger. "Didn't my sister know that Fael killed her father?"
He endured the grief and indignation in his heart and tried to be calm. "I think as a princess, she should not marry a traitor."
"As a woman, I don't know whether I should sympathize with her or admire her courage." Fatima took a look at Merion and smiled, "She is a smart princess. She made use of each other's marriage to stop Fael's" blood washing "of the nobility of the Old Kingdom and keep the only loyal ministers. Perhaps she is firmly believing that her brother is not dead in the battle and her second brother may still be alive, so she is waiting for them to go back!"
Merion calmed down and said, "Thank you for telling me so much."
He felt his sister.
"Nothing. Just as a sincere friend, I give you some information." Fatima asked Merion to sit down. "I'm not a naive girl. I came here today to discuss a business with you."
"What business?"
"I can give you freedom on condition that you only serve me in the future. Before I get tired of you, come to my bed at any time and use your 'swordsmanship'. I really want to see if it is also the 'tomorrow star'."
"Thank you. I'm not interested in getting my freedom by sleeping with women."
"What a pity!" Fatima looked at Merion pitifully. "You have a handsome face, an unruly temperament, and a strong figure."
After Merion left, Fatima asked the maid, "Do you believe that a gladiator can really defeat the king of beasts and obtain his freedom with bare hands?"
The maid's face turned pale with fear. "Master, I don't believe it."
Fatima shook his head with a smile. "I don't believe it either."
"Tell the butler that there will be a great play next month. Ask him to arrange Whitman to go with us." Fatima said, "Since Rice met Whitman, she has been lovesick for the past two days. I can't leave no chance for my beloved cousin."