This chapter is titled "Crippling Feather of Death".
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Soap is a standard for aristocrats, but there are differences in the degree of importance. Fastidious aristocrats like Liszt can't do without soap; unfastidious aristocrats don't care about soap at all.
Gelta is obviously an unfastidious aristocrat, judging from the fact that his hair is almost greasy.
After accepting the Flower Soap, he just opened the box and looked at it. He asked his housekeeper to take the soap to the bathroom, and then went hunting on horseback.
Time flew by and it was night.
Gelta did not go back to the castle for dinner, he went drinking with the Knight; his wife did not come back for dinner either, the couple were used to being outside. It was not until the moon rose that his wife withdrew from the aristocratic society and yawned back to the castle.
"Is the master back yet?"
"The master hasn't come back yet, madam."
"All he knows is to drink outside all day. Forget it, Lia, help me with the bath." The madam complained and ordered the maid to help her prepare the bath water.
A moment later, she went into the bathroom.
But soon she shouted again, "Lia, Lia, damn it, where's my soap!"
Lia ran in in a panic, "Madam, the soap is in the wooden box on your left." She said, holding up the wooden box with the Black Tulip, opened the lid, and revealed the pink Flower Soap inside.
"When did you change the soap?" The madam frowned, her tone revealing anger.
She was used to using the kind of soap with a rough surface and pinched soap powder. It was the first time she saw this kind of soap and she felt uncomfortable.
Most importantly, without her permission, she had replaced the items she liked to use.
Lia quickly explained, "It's the master, the master received a new type of soap from Flower Town today, so he replaced it with this kind of Flower Soap."
"Sent from Flower Town?" The madam was stunned, picked up the Flower Soap, and a handsome face that made women jealous appeared in her mind. "The town of Baron Liszt, that young man, always likes to tinker with something new … OK, you go down."
Lia, who left the bathroom, breathed a long sigh of relief.
In the bathtub, the steam of hot water lingered. Holding the Flower Soap, the lady did not know what to think, and her eyes gradually blurred. She dipped the Flower Soap in water and began to apply it to her body. She only felt that the soap, which should have a rough friction feeling, was extremely smooth, and there were a lot of bubbles directly.
When women take a bath, they like the foam.
She unconsciously reached out and touched her skin with the flower soap. She was over forty years old, and her skin was gradually loose and her pores began to expand.
But at this moment, under the lubrication of the Flower Soap, it was as delicate as a baby.
It attracted her to keep stroking and rubbing on his skin. This feeling was exceptionally wonderful, and the bubbles that rose up added a lot of charm to the atmosphere.
She didn't know how many times she had rubbed it, but she began to rinse the bubbles away with water.
His skin was clean and clean.
Candles were lit in the bathroom. The light wasn't too bright, but she could still see that her skin was fairer than usual. In particular, the feeling of cleanliness was something that couldn't be seen in the past. It was like using soap in the past only to clean the surface.
Now with the Flower Soap, the deepest part of the skin is cleaned.
"I've never felt so comfortable before!" She held a small piece of Flower Soap, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. "It's much better than soap, I like this feeling."
She used to take a bath in half an hour.
This time, she asked the maid to add hot water twice and washed for a whole hour.
When she washed her body and wrung out her hair, even the maid who put on her pajamas felt different: "Madam, you look a lot younger tonight, it's so beautiful." It was hard to say whether the Madam was beautiful or not, but when Lia touched the Madam's skin, she felt tight.
It used to be loose, but today it became tight.
The contrast was quite strong.
The Madam was in a good mood: "It's amazing, isn't it, Lia? It's hard to believe that a piece of Flower Soap made me feel young again."
"Is this Flower Soap really so magical?"
"Of course it's magical, just like Liszt in Flower Town, full of magic. Seafood, Intermediate World of Warcraft, Thorn Sprites, scrambled eggs and egg soup, and all kinds of bread. As many nobles say, Flower Town is a place blessed by the glory of the Knight. "
Lia had followed Madam to the Flower Town and had tasted the new food: "The Flower Town is indeed a different place."
After combing her hair, the Madam touched her face, admired it in the crystal mirror for a moment, and then got up and left the bathroom.
She called the housekeeper and said, "Remember to let the Master bathe with Flower Soap when he comes back."
"Yes, Madam."
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Gelta came back late, still drunk, and took a bath with the help of the manservant. The servant used the Flower Soap for him according to the Madam's instructions.
However, he did not have the patience to wash himself well with the Flower Soap. He just hurriedly wiped himself a few times and flushed.
Entering the bedroom, he saw the Madam holding a thick bast paper bill, checking the income of the town's manor. He felt as if he was in a trance. His old and ugly wife seemed to give him an illusion of radiance tonight.
He shook his head to get rid of the illusion.
"I'll see it during the day, go to bed early." He lay in bed, reminded her, and then glanced at his wife's arm, which looked much more white and tender.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
In an instant, the original impression of relaxation was replaced by a tight touch in his hand, and he couldn't help but make a strange "Oh" sound. His body seemed to be touched, perhaps the alcohol had played a role, but he had a long-lost libido. The hand also climbed up the already crooked mountain peak.
"I'll go to sleep after I see it … what's wrong?" The Madam was a little surprised by the sudden attack on her chest. Today was not the day when taxes had to be paid every month.
"Nothing." Gelta said nothing, but his body did not stop and directly pressed down on his wife.
Despite feeling strange, the Madam did not push her husband away, but threw away the thick bast paper and began to respond to Gelta's initiative – this kind of initiative scene, with the passage of time, is almost rare.
A few minutes later.
Everything was calm.
Guelta rolled over and lay on the bed. He was so tired that he gasped for air and fell into a deep sleep. Beside him, the Madam breathed a long sigh of relief and covered her husband with a quilt. Then, taking advantage of the aftermath that had not calmed down, she fiddled with it for a while to solve her worries and troubles.
After calming down, she touched her tightened skin, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "The bathroom has to be stocked with Flower Soap."
She turned and blew out the candle.
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