Chapter 290: I Don't Mind, But You Can't

Su Lun and two others were led upstairs by the plump Madame.

The wooden staircase clattered as they stepped on it.

As they walked, Qiantiao complained while hooking her arm around Su Lun's shoulder, "Being a pirate is great except for not being able to take baths. It's awful! We've been drifting at sea for nearly a month, and I feel like I'm marinated like a salted fish."

Su Lun laughed upon hearing this.

It reminded him of the times at the Cross Society when he and this gambling-addicted woman would spend three to four days a week in the bathhouse whenever they were in town.

Now, as pirates on board, there was barely enough fresh water to drink, let alone spare any for baths, which truly made it hard for her.

They reached the top of the stairs, where they could see the public bathhouse on the first floor through the gaps in the rusty louvered windows. It was spacious, and some bare-chested pirates were enjoying baths.