Starting with the sentries on the frontier

Chapter 55 Snowball's Boudoir

The room on the first floor is a bit small, but it's definitely for Mrs. Marsh.

She was already in poor health, so it wouldn't be good to have the old lady running up and down the stairs every day. Living on the first floor would be much more convenient for her, whether she was going out for a stroll or just taking care of her daily needs.

The bathroom and bedroom on the second floor are adjacent to each other, very close, almost door to door. In contrast, a small, isolated balcony facing south is all alone, which can only be seen at the end of a corridor leading south from the stairwell, and it even has a lockable door.

Pushing open the door, you'll find a fairly large balcony, free of clutter, covered only in a thick layer of dust, suggesting that the previous owner didn't frequent this place much.

The bedroom is on the left side of the corridor, near the stairwell.

The upstairs bedroom is almost as spacious as the downstairs kitchen and dining room; it's ridiculously large, and there's enough room to partition off another room.

The room was completely empty, without even blackout curtains. Apart from a few broken wooden planks that looked like bed boards, there was nothing else, let alone any other furniture.

The bathroom opposite the bedroom was also very large, with a sink and toilet, as well as a bathtub big enough for him, a 1.8-meter-tall strong man, to lie down in.

However, after searching around, Zag found that there was no shower in the bathroom; the only showerhead was above the bathtub. Clearly, the shower function had been combined with the bathtub.

Further up the stairs, there is an attic.

But the attic of this house, or rather, the attic of this era and this world, is completely different from the attics of the modern houses that Zag traveled through time to.

The attic of this house was so small that even a small child couldn't stand up straight; it was only a few feet high, and even Herford couldn't squeeze in.

There were originally a few blankets piled up inside, seemingly a place to store extra bedding. Zag cleaned it up, then put Snowball's scratching post and claw post inside, and suggested to Snowball, "What do you think of this as your 'boudoir'? Even Coal doesn't have its own room!"

At this point, a new question popped into Zag's mind—

"Snowball, are you him or her?"

He deliberately phrased his question a little more tactfully.

Of course, in the language system of the Eternal High Kingdom, "he" is divided into masculine and feminine forms, or rather, many expressions are divided into feminine and masculine forms, that is, feminine refers to female and masculine refers to male. Therefore, "he" and "she" are not pronounced the same in spoken Kingdom language as in Chinese, so this question is quite clear.

But Snowball didn't seem to think that Zag's euphemism was necessary.

"Fairies don't have genders? Are you stupid?"

Although it harshly criticized Zag, its eyes lit up instantly at Zag's suggestion.

Then, like a lion surveying its territory, it circled the narrow triangular space of the attic twice, its tail held high.

However, when facing Zag, it spoke with great reserve: "Although this place is terribly dilapidated, considering how diligently you've served me, the great Snowball will reluctantly condescend to live here!"

"My pleasure."

Zag had become adept at placating Snowball without Snowball noticing his insincerity. After all, when it comes to coaxing Hakimi, practice makes perfect.

Fortunately, there wasn't too much clutter upstairs. Zag only had to make four or five trips to clear away most of the clutter and large pieces of trash. By the time he was panting and using a pitchfork to move all the clutter and trash from the sunken garden on the north side to a corner and pile them up, Mrs. Marsh had already returned with her basket.

"Prices are definitely much higher here in the eastern port area. Bread costs 6 pence a pound, that's outrageous!"

Mrs. Marsh was clearly very unhappy with the prices here.

Her basket didn't even contain bread; instead, it was stuffed with a bag of flour.

Mrs. Marsh followed Zag's gaze to the flour in her basket and explained matter-of-factly, "At six pence a pound for bread, he might as well rob a bank! Although flour is expensive these days, buying it and baking bread yourself will save you at least half the price!"

"But we don't have an oven at home..."

Mrs. Marsh confidently declared, "A good housewife can turn a fireplace into a makeshift oven!"

Zhage wanted to offer some advice, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't say anything. Instead, he sighed helplessly and said, "You should take better care of yourself."

"I know, of course I know, I'll be careful, I've lived all these years!" Mrs. Marsh said, adding somewhat guiltily, "Perhaps the environment here in East Harbor is indeed better, I feel my health is much better than it was back at the Redcurrant Mill!"

Zag couldn't bring himself to criticize his elder, so he could only offer gentle advice: "Tomorrow I'll go to Ms. Rowan's and buy you another bottle of [Healing Hand], and then I'll inquire around to see if there's anything that could be more helpful for your condition... There's always a way, so don't worry."

Mrs. Marsh shook her head: "Don't worry so much about me. I've gotten used to it over the years anyway. I feel like I'm no different from a normal person, except that I need to spend more time in bed."

"There will be a way, as long as we ask around."

Consider it compensation from myself, who inherited everything from "Zag," to Mrs. Marsh.

Zag thought to himself silently.

After chatting with Mrs. Marsh for a while, Zag began packing his luggage and personal belongings. Mrs. Marsh then went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

There wasn't much to sort out. Apart from the money I carried with me and the steel plate armor David had given me, there wasn't anything else of great value.

If he had to say something, the wool blanket he brought from the sentry post might have some value, but the problem he needed to solve now was clearly the bed.

There's definitely no bed in the second-floor bedroom; the wooden planks are so broken they can't be pieced together, let alone reassembled into a bed frame.

There was a bed in the bedroom downstairs, but it was in terrible condition. Although Mrs. Marsh said it could be used temporarily, he certainly couldn't "mistreat the elderly" like that.

So he specifically found a piece of paper, wrote down what he wanted to buy, and planned to go to the flea market in the afternoon to browse around, and also go to the dock to ask if anyone was willing to come and clean up the garbage.

Although the furniture piled up in the garden was already considered garbage by him, some dockworkers still considered it usable, especially the wooden furniture, which could be used as fuel even if it was broken.

After all, for poor people, the amount of smoke and the strong smell are not problems. Being able to burn firewood for warmth and not having to spend money is the most cost-effective option.

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[Snowball's Popular Science Theater]: Demons have no gender, and neither do fairies.

Of course, werewolves and vampires, those disgusting magical creatures, exist, since they are essentially curses, not true creations of life.