Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 89 Bathing Together
"Keira Metz?"

The petite beauty opposite saw Ivan's cat eyes, her eyes lit up first, then she nodded slightly, and scanned Ivan's whole body with an extremely aggressive gaze.

Then, the corners of her mouth turned up and she smiled.

"Are you the young demon hunter that Roche was talking about?" Her voice was soft and gentle, like a clear spring flowing through the forest.

"Yes, my name is Ivan, a demon hunter from the Griffin School. Nice to meet you." Ivan smiled slightly and extended his hand to her.

Keira let out a sweet laugh like a silver bell. She raised her hand, and her slender white fingers slowly placed on Ivan's palm and gently held it.

Their palms touched and separated immediately. Kayla's hands were soft and warm, with a subtle and delicate touch on her fingertips.

"Roche told me that you wanted to tell me about the gem in person. Now that I'm here, I wonder..."

Before Ivan could finish his words, Kayla waved her hand, interrupted him, and turned to walk into the house.

"Witcher, let's go inside. Discussing such an important matter at the door is not the way a lady should entertain guests."

Ivan paused for a moment, then followed Kayla into the house.

The decoration inside the house is luxurious and exquisite. The gorgeous chandelier emits soft light, which is reflected on the smooth marble floor. The surrounding walls are hung with exquisite paintings, which are obviously the works of famous artists.

Kayla walked over to a carved sofa and slid down onto it with a light, sideways motion, her movements languid yet somewhat charming. Her flimsy clothing slipped slightly as she moved, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Ivan sat down on the sofa opposite her. Just as he adjusted his sitting position and was about to continue asking about the gems, Kayla spoke again and interrupted him.

"Demon Hunter," she said softly, "When you are facing a noble and elegant lady like me, please don't be too impatient."

The petite sorceress stretched out two slender fingers and gently pinched her nose. A playful arc appeared between her delicate eyebrows, and an expression of disgust appeared on her face without any concealment.

"How long has it been since you last showered? My God, from the smell coming from you, I can not only guess the age and breed of your mount, I can even imagine the color of its fur!"

"So, take this opportunity to clean yourself up. The bathroom is in the basement. Once you're done, we can continue our conversation."

After hearing what Kayla said, Ivan was slightly stunned. He subconsciously lowered his head and glanced around himself. The witcher's outfit did look a little awkward at the moment.

It suddenly occurred to him that he had not had a proper bath since entering the mysterious elf ruins, as he had been running around all the time.

But the smell couldn't be that exaggerated, could it? Ivan frowned and sniffed softly. With a demon hunter's superior sense of smell, he could indeed detect a faint odor. However, in his opinion, the smell was far from being completely unbearable.

Perhaps the beauty-loving sorceress had very high requirements for hygiene. Ivan shrugged and stood up from the sofa.

Actually, if he had the chance to take a good bath, he wouldn't mind. It's not pleasant to feel sticky all the time.

He adjusted his belt and headed for the bathroom the sorceress had mentioned. Kayla, lying on the sofa, raised herself slightly, her gaze following Ivan's receding figure. Her light blond hair fell casually over her shoulders, and an elusive glint flickered in her hazel eyes.

The corners of her lips rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
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Ivan stood naked under a shower head, cool water spraying down from above his head, gently washing his sturdy body. The water droplets slid down his muscles, washing away the dirt and fatigue on his body.

He raised his head and let the water hit his face, feeling more and more confused.

He could understand that there was a glowing gem above the bathroom as a light source, but he also realized that there were water pipes and shower heads very similar to those in his previous life!

The smooth metal water pipes and the exquisite nozzle structure all made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

He reached out and gently touched the water pipe, feeling a cool sensation from his fingertips. In a world before the development of electricity, such facilities were simply unimaginable.

Without electricity, how is the water in these pipes transported up and sprayed out accurately from the nozzles?

Ivan approached the water pipe, and the witcher badge on his chest trembled slightly, indicating that magic was involved.

Would warlocks actually focus their energy on such daily facilities? Logically, they only need to cast a spell to cleanse their bodies.

Shaking his head, Ivan cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. He sat on a small stool in the bathroom with his back to the door, lowered his head, and washed his body under the shower.

At this moment, a burst of soft footsteps suddenly came from behind him. Ivan's movements suddenly stopped and his body stagnated.

The voice obviously came from a woman, and this was the residence of a sorceress, so there was no way there could be a second person there.

So, this person is
Sure enough, Kayla's voice came from behind.

"Demon Hunter, I just woke up and was thinking of washing myself. Hot water and soap will help me relax and feel better. I thought you wouldn't mind joining me, right?"

Ivan turned his body stiffly. When Keira saw his body, her fair face only flushed slightly. Not only did she not show any intention of retreating, her light brown eyes even flashed with curiosity and interest.

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen a naked man, and he's a demon hunter."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to faint just because I see a naked man."

"Your muscles are so beautiful. Do you exercise regularly?" She tilted her head slightly, her eyes wandering over Ivan's body intently, not missing any part, as if she was admiring a fine work of art.

Ivan was speechless after hearing the sorceress speak so boldly and like a gangster.

"I say, ma'am, don't you feel the slightest bit embarrassed or ashamed in this situation?"

(End of this chapter)