Dimension Space.
Though approaching the state of Spirit Body, Duncan's tense nerves from the whole day could finally relax a bit.
Of course, he kept monitoring the projection screen to prevent any accidents during the Human Form's sleep.
——Human Form No. 1 (Severe Fatigue) (Severe Bruises).
Those farmers were fairly obedient, probably frightened by Duncan before, showing no intention of escape.
Duncan sleeps.
The Crow Queen - Triss, supported by a slave girl, rose and walked to those farmers. Her expression was solemn, like a holy Roman Priest, and with a few words, she made the farmers obedient, changing them directly from blue-marked to green-marked units.
This signifies their obedience to orders.
Three farmers and one farm woman nervously began to clean up the corpses, their expressions a mix of fear and excitement. They stripped the bandits bare, discarded the bodies in the cave, and piled clothes, weapons, coins, etc., in the stronghold corridor, with no one daring to embezzle.
The Crow Queen - Triss promised them that they could take these items in the future, except for the Silver Coins, gold, jewels, and other valuables looted from the Bandit Stronghold.
It was an error for the lowly peasants to possess gold.
To them, the bandits' clothing and food were already precious wealth; not to mention, Triss allowed them to take insignificant Copper Coins. Nevertheless, they could not leave the place for the time being. The farm woman looked after Severus, while the three farmers cleaned the stronghold, helping with various tasks.
The farmers held Triss in high regard, even willing to kneel at the witch's feet to pray, possibly being Polytheism followers.
The witch Anya was rather peculiar.
The farm woman wanted to serve her, but Anya showed disdain and did not want to be touched by her. However, she took the slave girl following Triss, asking her to boil some water and then clean her body in the adjacent cabin, naturally enjoying the slave girl's service, having her wipe her back.
This witch was quite strange; perhaps it was a Roman lady's eccentricity.
Duncan stared at the projection screen without blinking, wary of the green-marked farmers suddenly rebelling, but due to his mental vigilance, they were very obedient.
Well.
No wonder she's a witch; she's well-maintained, with skin soft and tender, large and rounded, full and alluring, surpassing the charming Mrs. Neighbor from the original memories of Human Form No. 1, not seeming like a married woman. No wonder she captivated the retired Forbidden Guard Knight.
When his sight fell on the Crow Queen - Triss, Duncan couldn't help but pause.
In the stronghold corridor, Triss tore a clean, soft piece of fabric from her skirt hem, asked the farm woman to boil some hot water, then pushed the door and entered, slowly approaching the deeply sleeping Duncan, carefully wiping the bloodstains from his forehead, neck, and arms with a damp cloth.
She slightly unbuttoned Duncan's shirt, wiped the bloodstains from his chest, then laid down the fabric, unconsciously stroking Duncan's firm chest with her fingers.
The accidental touch seemed to startle the witch; her cheeks flushed slightly, she glanced around furtively, then gently stroked Duncan's sleeping side face with her slender palm, thumb sweeping across his angular cheek, vigorous brows, then down his high nose ridge, softly landing on his lips.
Should I wake up? Or not?
From a god's-eye view, Duncan was also a bit perplexed.
At this moment, the brow of Human Form No. 1 slightly furrowed, seemingly disturbed in his sleep, prompting the Crow Queen - Triss to stand up like she was electrocuted, hastily grabbed a towel, and took the water basin to leave. But upon reaching the door, she turned back, dampened the fabric, helped remove Duncan's long boots, wiped them slightly, then closed the door.
The Crow Queen - Triss took a deep breath at the door, her face slightly flushed, looking panicked, like a thief, then turned into the adjacent room, using the damp fabric to wipe Severus's forehead. The Druid seemed feverish, and the witch placed a damp towel on his forehead.
No.
That was what just wiped my foot!
Brother, sorry about that.
When Duncan regained his composure, Anya in the next room had already finished cleaning herself, witnessing nothing but catching a glimpse of the large, white sight.
After this encounter, Duncan felt much more relaxed.
He found that a long time spent in Dimension Space resulted in a kind of exhaustion, not just mentally, but soul fatigue. Yet now, since Human Form No. 1 hadn't awakened and was severely fatigued, he could only continue to linger in Dimension Space in near Spirit Body form.
"Is it because my soul is too weak?" Duncan quietly speculated.
He felt as if he had experienced a 'dimensional upgrade.'
Compared to other people's reality, he seemed to exist in a higher dimension, although he could only manifest in the realm through his Human Form.
Isn't there such a saying in the past, perhaps Earth is just a playground for higher-dimensional beings.
Several minutes later.
The witch - Anya also entered the cabin, giving off a sneaky vibe, sneaking a glance in Triss's direction.
No!
What are you trying to do?
Anya tiptoed to the side of the deeply sleeping Duncan, curiously examining the man before her, seemingly evaluating and judging with an intent to whisper to herself, "He's quite handsome."