Apocalyptic Dragonborn Lord

Chapter 88 The Sick Lord

"Stan, promise me, forget me."

An ethereal woman was smiling in the distance, he wanted to reach out and hug her, but he just shattered that beautiful phantom, turning it into bits and pieces and dispersing with the wind.

Stannis woke up from his sleep feeling like his head was about to burst from pain.

"I really shouldn't have drunk so much last night." It was the first time he experienced the feeling of a hangover, and now he was dying.

"Ah... ah... sneeze!" He sneezed again suddenly, and a gust of cold wind from outside the window made him shiver with cold.

Only at this moment did he realize that he was lying on his bed shirtless, with only a pair of underpants on on his lower body.

Could it be that he fucked someone in a drunk state last night?But Stannis didn't have a single impression in his brain.

He slowly got up from the bed, and then his feet touched the ground and wanted to stand up, but just for a moment, he felt his head was dizzy like falling into a fog.

It's over, I must have caught a cold from sleeping naked all night.

It is late autumn now, if the windows are not closed, the room in the morning is no different from an icehouse, and he didn't remember until he caught a cold that he didn't know if there was a doctor in this territory.

Stannis casually found a piece of clothing to put on outside and was about to go downstairs to find some medicine. When he opened the door, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

Because in his castle hall, where he had a party last night, a bunch of naked men cuddled and slept soundly together, it seemed that last night's carnival had broken through the lower limit.

what's the situation!Stannis stepped over a guy who was sleeping soundly at his door and walked towards the dining room. Along the way, he saw that his subordinates were sleeping together in various positions, and what surprised him especially was Maester Romon, who was serious and serious. The old man's original black robe that seemed to be stuck to his body disappeared, leaving only his naked and thin body with ribs visible. I don't know who has such a bad taste, so I painted a picture on each of the three points on his upper body. Pen, it looks like a gigolo with forehead... posing in a seductive pose.

He walked into the dining room and found that Robert was sluggishly drinking hot tea at the dining table. This guy got a blanket from somewhere and draped it over his body. Needless to say, he was also naked underneath.

Stannis sat down, pressing his sore and swollen head, and the opposite carrot raised his head. He didn't seem to have slept well, and his two dark circles were very conspicuous.

"It got a little out of control last night." Stannis' voice was hoarse from yesterday's screaming.

"Hmm." Robert stirred the tea spoon listlessly.

"Well, why were all the men in the castle stripped naked?"

Robert took a sip of hot tea, "It's not the good things of those prostitutes. They think that men and men cuddling together is true love."

The plot suddenly started to develop in the direction of Tanmei, and Stannis decided to make things right, "Then you also let them mess around and don't stop them! Even the poor old man is being teased by them."

Robert knew what he was talking about and couldn't help laughing, "Oh, you said the painting on Romon's body is the masterpiece of Hypatia, isn't it very realistic?"

It does take a bit of creativity to be able to use three points and a few simple strokes to outline a coquettish image of a gigolo, and Stannis had to admit, "Hypatia? Who is she?"

"It's that black-haired woman. I heard that she came from the Ilysis Empire. She has a very exotic charm, right?"

As soon as he reminded him, Stannis remembered that she was the stunning woman who sat in front of Korodoff and listened to the mandolin all night.

"Then how did I get stripped naked and thrown on the bed?" Stannis still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that it was something good done by those beautiful girls.

Robert raised his hand, "I know, it was Chef Cook who carried you back to the bedroom last night, and you stayed there for a long time, not knowing what you were doing."

Stannis felt sick, and he changed the subject quickly.

"Where's my master knight?" The lord thought of that stupid guy again. Today is the first day of opening of the 'Chen's Entertainment Club'. He wouldn't be too drunk to miss the job, right?
"Don't worry, boss." Robert could see what he was thinking. "He didn't drink a drop last night and went to bed early. He went to the clubhouse early this morning to get ready. It should be open now."

Finally, with someone reliable, Stannis stood up and went back to his room.

"Boss, where are you going? I want to go to the clubhouse with you after breakfast to review the service of those girls." Even with two panda eyes, Robert still did not change his nature.

Although Stannis also wanted to inspect the bodies of those girls, his legs began to tremble due to the deepening of the cold, and he really had more energy than he wanted, "I'm not feeling well, you can go by yourself, and help me watch by the way, don't let anyone come Eat the overlord's meal."

"Decree! I'll go after two more hours of rest." Robert saluted him.

The lord decided it was better to go back to bed, "By the way, is there any medicine for colds here?"

"Medicine?" This word is too far away for Robert, "People here are all in good health, don't they need to take medicine?"

Stannis also thought of this answer, "What about the doctor? There must be one in the territory."

"How can there be a doctor in our small place!" Robert also vetoed him, "Besides, what kind of doctor do you need? I'll give you some blood, and I guarantee you will recover immediately."

"Bleeding therapy? Let's forget it. I don't know how many people have died under this kind of semi-witchcraft. I don't want to be the next one."

Stannis then put finding a doctor on the agenda, and it was still an important task.

But at the moment, he could only rely on self-healing. Stannis, who couldn't bear the typhoid fever, passed by Maester Romond again, and couldn't wait to get back into his bed comfortably.

I do not know how long it has been……

"Boss, it's bad!" Robert knocked open the door and came in, shouting to Stannis who was still shivering under the covers.

But the lord's cold symptoms were more serious at this time, he felt that his headache was about to burst, and Robert's yelling was like hitting his head with a hammer.

"Hush, keep your voice down." He yelled weakly.

But Robert obviously didn't get what he wanted. This guy looked filled with righteous indignation and was very angry, "Boss, why are you still lying on the bed now, there is a guy who eats and drinks for free in your tavern and refuses to pay for it!"

Stannis got up immediately when he heard this. He met this kind of person on the first day the tavern opened. If he doesn't deal with it seriously, what will he do in the future!How should those girls who come to rely on themselves think of themselves.

"Who is so arrogant, drinking my wine and playing with my girls and still refusing to give money!" Stannis immediately entered the pimp profession.

"I don't know either, I just heard from passers-by."

"Damn, this guy is really itchy!"

"Yes, beat him hard!" Robert booed from the side without thinking it was a big deal.

(End of this chapter)