After he finished speaking, a Priest came over to his side.
"Lord Rod, please come with me."
Led by him, Rod left the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground and came to an extremely luxurious palace not far away, but what was even more luxurious than the palace were the people inside it: at least more than a hundred beautiful maids were waiting for him here.
"Lord Rod, this is your residence. I am fully in charge of it. If you have any needs, please tell me."
With that, the Priest bowed and left.
The maids immediately surged forward. Before Rod could say anything, his dust-covered clothes had already been stripped off. Hot water was brought, soft towels and tender little hands scrubbed the grime from his body, not even the tiniest crevice was spared, and at the same time, fragrant food was sent into his mouth.
In this near-perfect service, Rod quickly felt drowsy. The fatigue of the past several days surged over him like a tide and soon dragged him into a deep sleep.
