Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 413 Bathing and Special Services

In short, while these methods are not perfect, they are enough to prevent the next wave of Zhuoer search teams from immediately determining their whereabouts and thus following them.

As for what happens next?

Haha~
"Even if handled properly, the dark elves can easily pinpoint targets using divination spells and divine magic; conventional methods will only work for a short time."

Ska thought about it and was still a little worried:
"Is it necessary to make a trip to Master Tyrantir?"

"Don't worry, even if they find out where the person involved is, I'll have already taken all the members involved to Neverwinter by then. They won't be able to catch up with us."

Ska thought about it for a moment and agreed. He had just nodded when he heard the other person say:
"Of course, it's only right that I say goodbye to my good teacher before leaving."

Ska: O_o.

We arrived safely, but the next issue was finding accommodation and resting.

In the previous agreement with Skaar, the dwarven group expected to arrive tonight would stay in the cleared and tidied indoor hall and dining room, but that is clearly not going to work now.

After all, the way these heavy drinkers sleep and snore is enough to make any organization's normal operation irrevocably slide into a third-rate circus farce.

In the end, it was Skar who made the decision, allowing the dwarves to stay temporarily in the Flamefist soldiers' barracks for one night—no, one day.

There is a small problem though.

"Could we let these guys take a shower first?"

Ska sniffed, then frowned slightly. Even if the soldiers weren't that particular, the smell was still a little too strong.

It's easy to imagine how much attention dwarves, who don't like water, paid to personal hygiene during the recent winter.

Besides, these guys are alcoholics...

The mage naturally wouldn't refuse such a reasonable request. Having been choked half to death along the way, he found a perfect excuse to make these guys go and wash themselves.

"What? A bath!"

"Moradin's beard! How could you treat us so cruelly?"

"We are children of the earth, and you can't wash away the dust from the surface."

"We protest!"

As expected, the mage's "tyranny," which violated the traditional culture and customs of the dwarves, aroused a wave of opposition. Looking around, he found that Kegan was also among them, shouting and cheering for the cause.

The way it wagged its tail made Master Zhang's face twitch.

Damn it, you traitorous dog, just wait till I get my hands on you!
The vengeful Master Zhang had already chosen someone to make an example of.

"Come on, this is the shower room prepared for you. You have two choices now."

The mage led the group of dwarves to the entrance of the Flamefist soldiers' washroom. Two master craftsmen and a minotaur stood on the side of the line, looking like the lackeys of a scoundrel.

"Either you go in by yourself, or we'll invite you in and offer you a free body scrub."

The bewildered dwarves whispered amongst themselves, using what they thought was a low volume.

"Scrubbing your back?"

"What is this? I've never heard of it before."

"This is definitely a new form of torture! This human is up to no good!" "Cough!"

The amplified voice cleared his throat, calming the scene for a moment. The mage quickly put on a kind face and explained the wonders of the new service to the noisy group of wine barrels.

"It's normal not to understand new things. Why don't we have one of our gentlemen demonstrate it properly?"

As he spoke, Mr. Kegan was already trying to slip away, and the malicious look his boss gave him made him realize that disaster was imminent.

Before he could even turn around, Kagan was caught by Old Clockwork's iron claws and couldn't move at all.

Kegan was immediately brought before the mage, his neck turning as if it had a rotten gear, his eyes filled with terror and pleading.

At this moment, Sori and several of his old teammates from the Flame Fist had already come over carrying a large bathtub full of water.

"Alright, Chanem, you can begin now."

The big man's eyes were full of curiosity, like someone watching a show.

"Mr. Kegan, you were shouting quite enthusiastically just now, so full of energy. Why don't you try something new?"

Although Old Clockwork's iron hands were large, they did not affect its dexterity in the slightest. The master craftsman, who could handle even bolts and buttons, could easily manipulate a suit of armor. In no time, he stripped the struggling dwarf into a disarmed state, revealing his bare back.

Of course, they still saved face and didn't touch the underwear.

Old Clockwork chuckled, pressed Kegan into the bathtub, pulled out a rough linen cloth, wet it, and began scrubbing his back.

Mmm... Ahhhhhh~
The screams that Kaigan let out made the onlookers think they were at a pig slaughtering scene. The dwarf, who was of extraordinary physical condition and thick skin and never cared about being injured and bleeding, screamed like a female goblin being raped by a minotaur.

The dwarves, especially those who felt a sense of shared fate, were particularly chilled. Many of them shut their mouths and decided to obediently accept the lord's kindness, lest they end up being subjected to such special services.

But there are always a few stubborn individuals who dare to refuse this kindness and insist on protesting.

"If anyone has any objections, we have something even more exciting waiting for them."

As he spoke, the repairman held up the object in his hand high to show it off—a brush as big as a washbasin!
At the same time, Viconia flicked her long whip, creating a crisp crack, and the two surviving minotaurs reflexively gave a French military salute, also brandishing their large brushes.

This thing looks like something used to wash large livestock, doesn't it?

If those monsters were to grab me and give me a few slaps, it wouldn't be a scrub; it would be no different from being skinned alive.

Seeing that the dwarf, who had been stubbornly holding his neck, was now trembling with fear and about to collapse, Master Zhang immediately seized the opportunity:

"Those who wish to take a shower by themselves, stand on my left; those who wish to enjoy special services, go to my right."

With a whoosh, a group of short-legged tigers pushed and shoved their way to the side where people could shower, not a single one of them daring to try out this new and special service.

After all that fuss, it was almost noon before everything was finally settled, and the group of guys were allowed to take a proper shower and go to rest.

As for the mage?

He was born to be a laborer. After a great battle, he was forced to march. While the dwarves went to sleep, he, the spellcaster, still had to stay awake and run to the shipyard to arrange boarding.

If one did not possess an extraordinary physique, an ordinary monk would not be able to withstand such torment and would faint halfway through.

When they arrived at the Auerbach, the female druid Zedy, who had been summoned beforehand, was already waiting there with several representatives from the Riverside Village.

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(End of this chapter)