I have a Synthesizer

"So, is it safe now?"

Klein leaned against the city wall, breathing heavily, while Oubliette looked at Grandok's capital from afar, no longer rushing over rashly.

After wandering in the sky for a while, he turned and left this place.

The dangerous aura disappeared from the surroundings, and Klein slowly stood up.

"Why would this kind of monster appear within human territory? What exactly is Grandok doing? Did the Spiral King before and the Elemental Dragon now reach some kind of consensus with the Grandok government?"

Filled with doubts, Klein walked towards the city of Amadeus. He was very tired now. During the border war, he had overdrawn his mental power many times in a row.

He released two Unbelievable Magics, and then came to Grandok's territory, and released it again because he encountered the Elemental Dragon.

The Unbelievable Magic just now drained his magic power. His current combat power is pitiful, and he must find a safe place to meditate and recover.

He usually doesn't meditate, but now his state is too bad, he has to meditate.

Klein rummaged through his ring for a while. He had left some Grandok coins before, and now he has about 80,000 Grands in his hand. This money is enough for him.

… …

"Give me the best room."

Klein said, wearing a mask.

This is a very luxurious hotel, with magnificent decoration, guards at the door, and beautiful maids. These all show that the price of this hotel is not low.

But Klein doesn't care. Money is meant to be spent. Anyway, he doesn't plan to bring the money back to Terella.

"Sir, our Royal Suite is 260 Grands…"

Klein interrupted the bartender. Money can shut these people up, and it's the same everywhere.

"Here are 3,000 Grands, find me a maid."

"Yes, sir, we will do it right away."

The waiter thought that the maid Klein needed was the kind of woman who could serve him.

But Klein actually only wanted a woman to take care of his daily life, such as cooking, bathing, and so on.

And then be skillful, able to massage his body, so that his stiff body can have a good rest.

Klein also realized that he hadn't made himself clear enough just now, and the bartender had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain further, and just added one sentence.

"Find someone who is quick and good at massaging."

"Yes, don't worry, sir, we will arrange it for you."

Klein followed the waiter to the luxury suite he had booked. He lay directly on the bed, trying his best to let his sore muscles rest.

Not long after, the waiter knocked on the door, and the sound of opening the door came from the door. Two light footsteps gradually approached Klein.

"Sir, shall we start now?"

Seria quietly looked at Klein. Although she couldn't see Klein's face, judging from his figure and voice, this should be a very young guest.

Seria took off her clothes, and then helped Klein take off his clothes. When applying massage oil on Klein's body, she found that Klein's muscles were particularly stiff.

This feeling is like stroking hardened cold meat.

She sat on Klein's back and began to massage carefully. At this time, Seria was only doing the most basic massage, without doing anything out of the ordinary, for fear of making Klein unhappy.

"The strength is too weak, use more force. If you feel that your strength is not enough, use your fists to hammer."

"Huh?"

Too weak? Hammer with fists? Seria had never heard of such a request before.

"Okay, guest."

Seria didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to make Klein angry, so she did as she was told and started hammering Klein's back.

"A little harder."

"Oh, okay."

Unconsciously, Seria had used all her strength. She was just an ordinary woman, and even if she used all her strength, she couldn't cause any harm to Klein.

However, such hammering did bring relaxation to Klein's muscles, and the originally stiff body gradually relaxed.

Seria, who was sitting on Klein's back, was already covered in sweat. This service was completely different from what she had imagined. Do all aristocratic children have such requirements?

Fine beads of sweat flowed down Seria's forehead, and her strength became weaker and weaker.

There was no way, she was not a professional, she was really powerless to do this.

Klein obviously noticed this, and fortunately, the previous hammering made him feel very comfortable, so he didn't mean to embarrass an ordinary woman.

"Go to the bathroom and run me a bath."

"Is it finally time to get down to business? Hehe, I'm exhausted after all that."

Seria obediently got off Klein's body.

"Okay, sir."

Klein got up, stretched a little, then tapped his shoulders and back, and walked towards the bathroom.

Seria, who was tidying up the bathtub, blushed and her heart beat faster when she saw Klein coming in.

Tall figure, almost perfect muscles, such a guest should not lack women, right?

Could it be that he is too ugly? Seria stared at Klein's mask for a few seconds, and immediately lowered her head after noticing Klein's gaze.

"Sir, your bath water is ready, do you need me to join you?"

Klein looked Seria up and down. To be honest, if she were among ordinary women, Seria would be considered pretty, but from his point of view, she was just average.

He hadn't reached the point of being indiscriminate in his choice of food. He was just looking for a maid to help him with some chores.

"No need, can you cook?"

"Ah?"

Another strange request. Isn't cooking done by the hotel's kitchen? Why does she have to do it?

When Seria didn't know how to answer, Klein had already taken out his strange pot and various ingredients.

"Put these in the room, bring them to a boil, and simmer. If there are any problems, you can come over and ask me."

Seria looked at the monster meat that Klein handed over, at a loss for a moment.