Chapter 1116: Seeking the Secret in the Sand Sea (38)

At the same time, somewhere in the bottom of the Sahara Desert, the Golden Ship - Ship of the Desert, in the captain's lounge.

"Uh-huh-huh~" Bediwell hummed a small tune as he turned on the faucet and put a large vat of hot water in the bathtub. He planned to take a beautiful bath and relax his body and mind before the next big battle.

The water in the bathtub looks crystal clear and steaming, which is very attractive. The metallic bathroom, made entirely of pale gold, is as clean as a mirror on the walls and bathtub, and does not look like part of an old transport ship that has been abandoned for thousands of years.

It's no wonder that the inside of the transport ship is patrolled by small scarab golems, 24 hours a day. One of their responsibilities is to keep the ship's interior clean and spotless. In addition, the dust and anti-fouling system in the ship is very good, not only is there no half of the particles in the air, but also the market has a fresh breath of negative ions. It's a strange thing that dust can wreak havoc here.

Bediwell relaxed, took off his slightly bloodstained clothes, put them on the water platform beside him, and then jumped into the bathtub by himself. But the werewolf was oversighted in one thing that he regretted immediately after a few seconds:

A small scarab golem had been waiting outside the bathroom for a long time, and as soon as it saw the werewolf take off his dirty clothes, he rushed over, grabbed Bediwell's clothes and ran out!

"Wow, ahhhh

"Shit, damn it!" Bediwell didn't dare to chase after him, after all, he was now completely naked, and he wasn't the only one in the golden ship. If you run around outside in this stripped posture and are bumped into by Arthur, you will probably be regarded as a pervert by the Knight King.

"Eve!?" the red-faced werewolf shouted out the door, "I know you're there!!" "Any orders, Acting Captain Bedeville?" The AI voice rang out from somewhere in the hallway.

Huge green tendons emerged from the werewolf's forehead: "What are you golems thinking, to snatch my clothes!?Do you want me to come out naked after taking a shower?!" But don't worry, Acting Captain. Your garment is sent to the laundry room to be washed and is scheduled to be cleaned and dried in half an hour, at which point it will be returned to you. "That's not the point!" I have to be naked for half an hour?!" Bediwell roared. He glanced quickly around his room, expecting the golems to leave him some sort of substitute clothing. But, of course, as he had seen when he first entered the room, the whole room was full of metallic furniture, and even the bed was a completely metal container, and there wasn't even a single sheet on it!

Not only that, but there wasn't even half a towel in that damn bathroom! Not even a single cloth in the entire captain's lounge! Bediwell couldn't find a cloth to cover his shame!!

"That's not a problem. The temperature in the captain's room has been adjusted according to your body temperature, and even if you are not wearing clothes, it will not affect your physical health, acting captain. Please bear with me for half an hour. "Eve is only concerned about Bediwell's health, but she doesn't know if Bediville has a cloth to cover her shame. Yes, it's impossible for a cold AI to care if the creatures like Bediville have clothes to wear.

"Uhh

"Towels?" Eve said emotionlessly, "Towels are non-essential and can be dispensed with." There is an automatic drying device in the bathroom, so please feel free to use it. "Oh, that's great! you're going to do whatever it takes to get me bare-assed!!!" the werewolf slammed the door shut angrily, not bothering to reason with Eve again. For now, he had to take a shower first.

The werewolf jumped into the bathtub, thinking that he could soak in the water for a while longer, and let the shameful half hour pass. But since there was only a bathtub and hot water in the bathroom, but no soap or shampoo (I don't know what the ancients thought!), Bediville could only soak in the hot water and rub her body.

It's not even a bath, it's just a hot soak. There's no mood, and it's not enjoyment. When the werewolf soaked in the water was so bored that he came out of the bathtub in disappointment, it was less than ten minutes later.

Bediwell shuddered. Well, no matter how bad you are, you can only dry your body. The orcs are covered in hair, and drying their bodies is a difficult task, and they have to be blotted out of the hair with a towel for a long time. Now there isn't even a decent towel in the bathroom, which is a bit overwhelming.

There seemed to be some kind of dense hole in the wall next to the bathroom, which blew a warm wind as Bediwell approached. This is probably the automatic drying equipment that Eve is talking about. The werewolf stood there and let the hot air dry his furry body, feeling unusually comfortable.

The hot air shot out not only through the holes in the walls, but also through the hidden holes in the ceiling and floor, surrounding the werewolves in all directions, drying Bediwell's wet hair in all directions. In just a few minutes, the werewolf's hair was dry, drier than a towel.

But not much time had passed, and it would take a long time for Bediwell to bring back the laundry. The werewolf can't go outside and hang around, so he can only stay in this room, bare, bare, and honest.

Bediwell covered her face in frustration.

In that case, let's sleep. The werewolf looked at the strange bed and couldn't help but frown. What the hell is this?

There were no sheets, no quilts, nothing on that bed. And it's a little different from a regular bed, it's narrower, just enough for a person to lie in it.

It is said [in it] and not [on it] because the bed is not flat, it is like a sink that is concave inward. Except for the pillows, which are slightly raised, the rest of the place is completely recessed, and the edge of the bed has a high protrusion.

Looking at it like this, it seems to be able to hold water inside?

Could this be a spa bed? a device that lies on the bed and then fills it with hot water to make people sleep?

However, if you sleep, let your body soak in water all night, isn't it good for your skin (fur)?

With a belly full of doubts, Bediwell lay on the bed. Although the bed was made of memory metal and not as hard as it looked, it was a little cold, and there was no water pouring in, and there was no quilt on the bed, nothing. Is it really just a lie down to sleep? And naked?

No, the technology of the ancients was so advanced that it was impossible to design such an uncomfortable device. There must be another mystery in this. The werewolf fumbled around the bedside again, trying to find some mechanism or something.

The mechanism was actually quite conspicuous, and it didn't take much effort for Bediwell to find it—it was a protrusion on the edge of the left hand side of the bed. After pressing the mechanism, the wonderful bed really began to change.

Something was flowing down the dark groove under the bed! it was a viscous, opaque, golden jelly-like fluid! it appeared very suddenly, and very quickly, enveloping Bedeville's body in an instant.

"Wow!" the werewolf exclaimed, thinking he was going to be eaten by some kind of slime monster. However, the golden fluid came to an abrupt halt before it could spread to Bediwell's head, and it stopped.

It froze, motionless, wrapped around the werewolf's body below the head, and sat honestly on a "sink" metal bed. Although the surface was bulging high above the edge of the bed, the tension on its surface made it not in danger of spilling out at all.

Bediwell tried to move his body. His whole body was soaked in the jelly-like substance, and he felt sticky. But it doesn't matter, his hands and feet are basically able to move freely, and soaking in this jelly is actually quite comfortable, and the temperature is just right, a bit like a hot bath. This jelly-like substance also exudes an indescribable floral aroma, which is very soothing and pleasant.

When Bedeville pulled a hand out of the jelly, he realized that there was no jelly stuck to his arm at all. These things are very lightly separated from his fur, even though the werewolf is covered in shaggy wolf fur all over. And the jelly-like substance was not as slippery as expected, and after it was separated from Bediwell's arm, the werewolf's arm was not wet at all, and it still had the same dryness as after bathing and drying.

Not bad. What the hell this jelly is, Bediwell doesn't understand at all. But it acts as a warm insulation for the quilt, and it is lighter and more comfortable than the quilt, and it is not sticky at all. Maybe it's because it has breathability, and the werewolf's body is soaked in this jelly, and it doesn't feel stuffy at all, but feels very refreshing and pleasant. Judging by the way it looks, sleeping in bed with clothes on is no problem at all, although this jelly bed is supposed to encourage people to sleep naked.

The technology of the ancients was really advanced, and the ideas of the ancients were really strange. Moreover, people in ancient times used to enjoy it very well - except for the bath.

It's so comfortable. After the werewolf got used to this jelly bed, he gradually became sleepy. It's a magical bed, and when you lie on it, you can't stop wanting to sleep well. He had just finished a yawn and fell asleep immediately.

At a certain time, in a certain place.

"Daddy, don't fall asleep!" someone shook Bediville hard, shaking the werewolf awake.