Med'an and Khadgar were having lunch inside the Lion's Pride Inn, when a group of orc guards with loud voices rushed in noisily outside.

"Boss, bring the best food and the strongest wine!"

"Okay!" The innkeeper Farley was very quick and conjured up the morning dew wine and Stormwind cheese.

There were so many orcs in this group, they were so noisy that Med'an couldn't hear what Khadgar was saying across the dinner table. He felt uneasy, and carefully confirmed that there was no one among the orcs, Sarel Zun, who had an enemy.

Just feel at ease.

At this time, an old man who looked to be in his fifties also came to dine. Seeing the orcs occupying the table, he sighed secretly, ordered a few foods, and stood at the bar to eat.

Mai De'an was kind-hearted and couldn't bear the old man being burdened by standing there, so he greeted him: "Grandpa, I have a seat here, let me give it to you."

But the old man didn't want to say anything. He just waved his hand and shook his head to show his rejection.

Med'an devoured his lunch in three mouthfuls and then stood up to ask the old man again. He only said that the old man did not want to be humbled by others, and thought that he would always accept it after eating.

Unexpectedly, the old man not only refused to accept it, he was also impatient: "Didn't I say you don't need it? I won't sit down!"

Med'an hit a wall and quietly planned to go back to his room to continue practicing magic. He had made rapid progress in recent days and was in a period of great interest and enthusiasm.

Khadgar was not so diligent. After finishing his meal, he just stared at the young and beautiful waitress. Med'an had to go back to the room by himself.

"Hey, was the door unlocked when you went out just now?" Mad'an pushed open the door and walked into the toilet with a mumble: "You've eaten a lot, let's go out to relieve ourselves."

As he squatted on the toilet and the water poured smoothly, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Isn't my hand towel hanging on the toilet wall? Why is it gone? Why are there traces of smoke on the wall? Why is there an extra hanging ring next to the toilet? Could it be..." Mai De'an suddenly realized a horror

fact.

He forgot that Khadgar changed rooms after causing the fire last time! Just now, his mind was full of magic practice, and he unknowingly walked to the room before the change, which was the room where he caused the fire.

This is someone else's room! If you open the door and come in by yourself, will you be regarded as a thief?

He just wanted to run when he thought of this. But as soon as he wiped his butt, he heard the door creak open. The owner of the house seemed to let out a long sigh of relief when he came in, and then the sound of footsteps came towards the toilet.

Oops, Oops, completely blocked in!

Med'an was in a hurry, taking advantage of his small stature and hurriedly hid behind the door. He only hated his low magic power. At this moment, he would rather trade ten years of his life for teleportation or invisibility skills, just to avoid being discovered by the owner of the house.

Med'an hid his figure and peeked through the crack in the door. When he saw the man's back, he became even more panicked. It turned out that the owner of the house was none other than the old man who had just refused to give up his seat to Mad'an.

This old uncle is very cruel. If he is caught as a thief, he will be in big trouble!

Old William Pister staggered into the toilet, completely unaware of the person hiding behind the door.

"Hey, since my butt was burned last time, I can't sit down when eating, and I have to lie down when sleeping! I miss the feeling of lying comfortably!" He shook his head and muttered to himself: "The young man just gave me his seat.

It’s a good intention, but to me it’s just killing me!”

Madan's head was filled with dark clues, so that's what happened!

William continued to mutter to himself: "I shouldn't have spoken to him like that. My attitude was too bad and it hurt his good intentions. Alas, as people get older, they become less and less able to control themselves."

Mai De'an was full of relief, it turned out that this old uncle was also a good person.

In fact, if William knew that his butt was burned by Med'an, he would feel that he was too gentle just now...

William sighed heavily again: "Oh, I can't even sit on the toilet to defecate, I can only half-squat! My butt hurts so much every time after defecation! But I can't help but... hmm?"

He opened the toilet seat and faced a large pile of yellow and white things inside, falling into deep self-doubt...

Did I have a bowel movement before eating? Why is there no tearing and burning pain in my butt this time?

Med'an was agile and took advantage of old William's opportunity to face the toilet and was deep in thought. He walked out of the toilet in a flash and closed the door behind him.

The exit is right in front of you, freedom is at your fingertips!

Just when Mad'an reached out and was about to push the door open and leave, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong!"

"William, it's me!" A female voice rang.

Holy light, this came at the wrong time! Am I so unlucky?

Madan was about to cry but had no tears, so he quickly turned around and rushed back to the bedroom.

William came out of the toilet, and when he opened the door, he was faced with Milader's charming smile.

"I brought the chrysanthemum ointment you asked for."

"Thank you, dear. It's all my fault that the damn wall got hot out of nowhere and made my butt so miserable."

"Pfft, why are you squatting on the toilet now?"

"Don't laugh, have you seen the ring on the side of the toilet? I always hold on to the ring while squatting! If there is no grip, I can't hold it up!"

Med'an, who hid himself, felt ashamed. Why didn't he go to practice but instead eavesdropped on the secrets of how others pooped?

"It's so serious, are you okay?" Milad smiled seductively.

"A man can't say he can't do it! As long as his butt doesn't touch the ground, it's fine! Let you try my new sexual skills. This time it's a special posture technique!" William was direct and pushed his old lover down on the bed. A bloody storm.

The war is like an arrow on the string and has to be launched.

Madan quietly crawled out from under the bed, took a peek at the two men's movements, and immediately closed his eyes in fear!

I, I, am still a healthy and healthy young man, you adults are so disrespectful to me!

The exciting scene in front of him almost caused heavy psychological trauma to the young man. He blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly crawled out the door, finally successfully escaping!

Fortunately, the two people who were exercising vigorously on the bed were not young and their ears were not very sharp, so they did not notice Madan's presence.

Afterwards, Milad lay on his side on the bed with satisfaction, deliberately raised his chin with his arms, assumed a seductive posture, and said with a smile: "William, why don't you come closer?"

William stood by the bed with a pained expression on his face: "I can't sit down, my butt hurts!"

"..."

When Med'an went out and turned the corner, he met Khadgar head-on.

"Where have you been?" Khadgar asked hurriedly.

"I'm going to learn the posture skills!" Med'an's face turned red and he said calmly: "The posture for casting spells!"

I don’t know if practicing what William calls “the great method of intercourse” is considered as practicing “dharma”, I guess it is just barely!

Khadgar, not doubting his presence, pulled Med'an back to his room and whispered: "Those orcs were chatting loudly, and one of the messages caught my attention. They said that there had just been a villa in the Eastvale Lumber Camp.

There was a murder."

"Villas are usually reserved for rich nobles, right?" Med'an glared: "Mr. Stavin mentioned that place! It must not be Tiroya's home, right?"
Chapter completed!