Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 599 Bath Massage
"My lady, I'm so glad that you can return safely! Allfather, when I heard the news that the evil god had descended on Langton City, I wanted to rush to Langton with sword in hand to protect you, my lady! You must not do such dangerous things next time." Perfectcot had just returned to Langton and had not yet settled down when the old butler Foster grabbed her and scolded her. His words were full of love and care for Perfectcot.

"I understand, Grandpa Afu, but I did underestimate the power of the Old Gods this time. They are stronger than I expected." Perfect shook his head, with a look of emotion on his face: "But this time is not without gain. At least after truly witnessing the power of the gods, next time I want to chop off their heads, I know how to do it."

"If there is a next time, let me help you chop! Although I am old, I am still able to lift the sword." Old Foster's eyes showed a sharp edge, and he looked like he wanted to hold the sword and kill the enemy for Perfecto.

Faced with Foster's attitude, Perfect just nodded slightly but said nothing.

Having seen the real gods, she knew clearly that although her old butler had reached the level of a legendary knight with the help of the divine potion, his strength might be enough to deal with ordinary divine creatures with the blessing of steam armor, but if he faced a real god...

Perfect shook his head slightly in his heart. To be able to participate in the war against the old gods now, the legendary level is just a threshold.

The Grand Knights had already proven in the previous battles in Langton that they were just cannon fodder and it was even difficult for them to effectively cause damage to the enemy.

The Knights of Honor might be better, but they were just slightly more effective cannon fodder. The legendary knight Perfectotte had never seen them fight, but compared to Sandrion's combat power, Perfectotte felt that they could play a certain role, but how much of a role this would play was questionable.

But there is at least one thing that Perfecto can be sure of, that is, they cannot defeat the real gods.

Not to mention the female champion of the God of War as a reference, even the man and woman of the Goddess of Beauty are not opponents that a legendary knight can deal with.

So in the face of the old butler's will to fight, Perfect could only agree on the surface, but in fact he had already decided in his heart not to send Foster to the battlefield.

"Grandpa Afu, stop talking about this. Is the bathroom ready? I want to take a nice bath. As for the rest, I'll talk about it after I have a good sleep! I'm exhausted these days." Perfecto pretended to be coquettish and let Foster quickly arrange it for her.

Perhaps only at this time will anyone remember that Perfecto is only sixteen years old.

She was just a little girl, but she had already carried the fate of the whole world on her tender and fragile shoulders.

However, it is not known whether to call it a tragedy or an absurdity, but no one in the entire world can replace Perfectok. Even Sandrion, the most powerful extraordinary being on the surface, was only able to break the curse that had imprisoned her for a hundred years with the help of Perfectok, and was able to break through the legend and become a demigod.

As early as three years ago when Perfecto warned the Noble Council, she had already shouldered the fate of the entire world.

But now, with the predicted doomsday winter finally arriving, Perfecto finally no longer had that urgent feeling of being chased by someone.

After all, the crisis has come, she has done everything she can, the whole world has entered a new era, and she has also won a perfect start for mankind in this new era.

She has already done this much. If humans still need her to do everything by themselves in the future, Perfectoct feels that humans are probably hopeless.

So at this moment, Perfect came to his big bathroom with a clear conscience, took off his clothes, jumped into the bathtub, soaked his whole body in the hot water, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I understand why the Romulans loved bathing so much, and even lost their country because of bathing. I can only say that bathing is too comfortable!" Perfect sighed, and then floated on the water, quietly enjoying the relaxation and beauty of this moment. No one will disturb her today, because she did not inform anyone when she came back. Except for the loyal old housekeeper, no one knew that she had returned to the North.

Even to the outside world, Perfecto had never left the North. The substitute she left behind performed the mission very well, making everyone think that she had never left.

Although the communication between the North and Langton had never been interrupted, and there was indeed news of her appearance in Langton, these things were only known to the top leaders of the North and the imperial center.

However, due to the reminder of the old butler, as well as the checks and balances and compromises of various forces, this news was completely blocked and no one knew about it.

So Perfect can relax today without worrying about anything.

"Miss, some fruit." Befa, the head maid of Perfectcot, brought the fruit. It looked very fresh and seemed to have been chilled.

Perfect didn't even have to reach out her hand before Befa fed the fruit into her mouth.

This pleasant enjoyment made Perfecto close his eyes comfortably.

But she soon climbed out of the pool, lay on the stone platform beside her and said to Beifa: "Befa, give me a massage."

"Yes, miss." Befa walked over, stretched out a pair of hands wearing velvet gloves, and began to press Perfecto's body.

"Ah~! A little lower! Use a little more force!" Perfect let out a comfortable moan, and after instructing Befa, he closed his eyes.

Befa's hands were of moderate hardness and softness, and the strength was just right, which greatly relaxed Perfecto's shoulders and neck, which had become slightly stiff due to the fatigue of recent times.

It was precisely because of this warm and comfortable environment, coupled with Perfecto's fatigue during this period, that she fell asleep without realizing it.

As his consciousness continued to sink, Perfect felt as if he was being pulled deeper into his soul.

"Can't you just let me have a good rest? Why do you have to talk about something when I'm most relaxed?" Looking at the Emerald Record in front of him, Perfect was somewhat unhappy.

After all, no matter who you are, if someone calls you up to talk about serious matters when you are most relaxed and enjoying yourself, your mood will become very bad.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed your rest." Cui Yulu replied to Perfectcot, but she didn't mean to apologize. She just said to Perfectcot mechanically, "I need to discuss something related to the gods with you. I think these are the issues you are most concerned about right now."

(End of this chapter)