Killer of gods

chapter 93

When the water finally warmed up, the old man invited Claude to wash himself and left the hut, promising to return in an hour. It was very kind of him. Wasting no time, he began to undress. Dirty, dirt-stained trousers and a jacket fell to the floor, metal buckles plaintively clinking on the floor, then came the turn of weapons, shirts and trousers. Last of all, Claude removed the bandage, which had dried to the wound, which made it necessary to wet it, but the blood no longer flowed, and the wound itself had already healed, and all the wounds of the last days took on the appearance of freshly healed scars on slightly reddened skin. However, they no longer posed a threat to him. Climbing into a wide wooden tub, Claude experienced real pleasure, bordering on ecstasy. It was so nice to take a dip in hot water after hard work, his previous employers did not often bother with such a trifle as giving him the opportunity to wash up, because what he was to them, a simple mercenary. The water