At night, it is quiet and serene, with a hemispherical starry sky hanging over the earth, and the stars twinkle like a cradle studded with precious stones.

The Blue Lion City lay on the plains, and most of the area was dark, like a sleeping child not moving. Occasionally, a glimmer of light will be revealed somewhere, and it is not the eyes of a child who are awakened in his sleep, but the royal palace of the Blue Lion City.

royal palaces, palaces, baths.

A huge tub was placed in the center of the bathroom, and Richard was lying in it with his eyes closed.

The bath water fills most of the tub and maintains a temperature of about 45°C. This degree is higher than the normal body temperature, which makes the pores on Richard's skin slowly expand, allowing the whole body to relax a little bit, but it is not too hot in the hot summer.

A few meters away from the tub, several maids were standing, waiting to be ordered.

Farther away, in the corner of the bathroom, a maid was roasting sleek pebbles over a fire. When the pebbles are red, they are picked up with iron tongs and placed in a bucket filled with water next to them.

With a "sting" sound, accompanied by the hot pebbles, the water in the bucket suddenly tumbled, and a large stream of steam erupted, emitted into the air, and then turned into a white mist of small droplets when cold, and released heat.

The mist kept the bathing temperature in the room, and the standing maid was sweating a little bit on her face. Under the double left and right of the fog and sweat beads, the bangs were wet, the clothes were wet, and the maid's entire body became wet. The thin outer garment clings to the body, outlining the bumpy figure. But they did not dare to make a sound, nor did they dare to move casually, but just stood where they were, lest they make a noise and disturb His Royal Highness.

Suddenly, Richard in the tub opened his eyes.

A maid asked tentatively, "Your Royal Highness?"

"Hmm. Richard replied.

"Yes. The maid nodded, a gleam in her big eyes, and walked quickly towards Richard.

Walk up to the tub, bend down and take out a porcelain jar from a bamboo basket and pour out a bath paste made of herbs and rose petals from it and rub it on your hands.

Standing up, his hands gently fell on Richard's body, carefully applied the bath cream to Richard's naked skin, carefully rubbed and massaged, and helped Richard eliminate his fatigue.

Richard closed his eyes again.

The maid's body moved closer to Richard, her thin clothes were completely soaked, the curves of her body were fully revealed, and two bumps were exposed on her towering breasts.

Suddenly, as if intentionally or unintentionally, the maid applied bath cream to Richard's arm, massaging inch by inch, and her towering breasts brushed against Richard's elbows.

Richard, with his eyes closed, raised his eyebrows slightly, but the maid didn't notice it.

After massaging Richard's right arm, the maid turned to the left, her whole body pressed against the tub, her chest brushing Richard's back, and the hot breath sprayed at the base of Richard's ear.

Richard's eyebrows raised slightly, but the maid still didn't notice, and her eyes became a little blurred.

The maid began to seriously massage Richard's shoulder and left arm, and when his towering chest brushed Richard's body for the third time, intentionally or unintentionally, Richard suddenly opened his eyes.

His expression was extremely calm, but he raised his hand and waved it gently.

The massage maid froze, not knowing what was wrong, but she didn't dare to say more, and said in a low voice: "Yes." Then he stepped back.

With a "bang", Richard stood up, stepped out of the tub, stepped on a non-slip wooden board on the side of the tub, and the silver droplets on his body quickly rolled down to the ground, wetting a piece.

Three maids quickly stepped forward, and one of them, carrying a bucket of water, walked behind Richard's back, scooping water and pouring it on Richard's body.

This time, it was 30°C cold water lower than the human body, which did not make Richard feel too cold, but the dilated pores on his body shrank slightly, and the relaxed muscles and skin instantly tightened, and his spirit was lifted.

Another maid took a large dry cloth and quickly wiped every part of Richard's body, and after wiping it clean, the last maid stepped forward and waited for Richard to put on his new clothes and boots.

When all this was done, Richard stepped out of the bathroom.

The maids left behind quickly cleaned up and then left in turn.

When the last maid left, he found that the rest of the maids were waiting for him at the door, with a slightly unkind gaze.

"What's the matter, sisters?" asked the maid who had been stopped in a whisper.

An older maid spoke up, glanced at her, and said in a hoisted voice, "Natalie, you are new here, you may not know the rules......"

"But I didn't make a mistake...... "Natalie's maid whispered a defense.

"You haven't made a mistake yet, you just did something to His Royal Highness the Prince, really think we didn't see it?" said the elder maid angrily, "Natalie, but blame me for not reminding you that the prince doesn't like this." Forget it this time, if there is a next time, your fate will be miserable, think for yourself, let's go!"

As she spoke, the older maid took the rest of the people away.

The maid named Natalie stood in place, watched the group walk away, rolled her eyes and said, "The prince doesn't like it, who are you fooling, don't think that I don't know that you are afraid of me competing for favor, hum!

After speaking, Natalie raised her head, puffed up her proud towering chest, and walked in the opposite direction.

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As the night wore on, the lights of the palace dimmed little by little, and only the last few were left to hold out.

In the northwest corner of the palace, there is a row of low houses, which are incompatible with the architectural style of the entire palace, and are where craftsmen and male servants live.

At this time, in a room, a bean-like oil lamp was lit, and Mark, the craftsman under Richard's orders, was squinting at the scroll of blueprints spread out on the table, and his nose was almost twitching.

After looking at it for a long time, Old Mark frowned, stared at a part of the design and said repeatedly: "What's going on with this place? Why can't I understand it? This is terrible, I didn't ask His Royal Highness Richard at the beginning, in case it can't be made, then ......."

With an anxious expression on his face, Old Mark turned and walked out of the house and into the shed that had been erected outside. Inside the shed, there was a wooden frame that had been erected, very rough, and it was a simple turret that he had driven out during the day.

Stretching out his hand to grope in one part, Old Mark said to himself: "I still can't figure it out, what is this part for......?

Old Mark didn't understand it for a long time, and walked back to the house in a depressed mood, looking at the blueprint scroll again with a little despair, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he found that there was a line of inconspicuous markings in places he didn't understand.

“...... Wing ...... Rotating shaft...... Gear ......" Old Mark read out, his eyes lit up little by little, and he instantly understood his doubts.

But then Old Mark's brows furrowed again, and he said to himself a little strangely: "I remember, this place was originally unmarked, why did it suddenly exist? Or did it always have, but I didn't see it? Strange, strange, no one came in, and no one dared to touch His Royal Highness Richard's things, this ......"

Old Mark looked around the room, silently empty, and looked at the doors and windows, which did not move.

This one......

"Okay, anyway, anyway, get it figured out, so let's hurry up. Old Mark said, and then walked out of the house and into the shed, and rushed to work overnight, after all, the week set by Richard was still very tight for him.

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