Early the next morning, Gu Xi, feeling a bit sore in the waist and back, slowly got out of bed.
A rare deep sleep left Gu Xi in relatively good spirits.
However, for some unknown reason, his waist always felt a bit sore.
But fortunately, a shilling had its worth. Although it was a third-class room, it had everything it should have; even Gu Xi's clothes had been ironed. Now Gu Xi could finally avoid wearing damp clothes.
Putting on his clothes, Gu Xi picked up the jerky placed on the bedside table, bit into it, and walked out of the room.
As he descended the stairs, the bartender who was cleaning behind the counter looked up.
"Guest, how did you sleep last night? Do you need me to hold your room for you?"
"I slept well, but I want to change rooms tonight."
As Gu Xi spoke, he laid a shilling on the counter.
The bartender caught on instantly, "Alright, I'll arrange a clean room for you tonight."
He also pushed a key towards Gu Xi.
