「The next morning.」
Leech, who had just woken up, immediately ordered someone to fetch him a bucket of water for a cold rinse.
In the summer, houses in the south were even hotter than it was outside.
Standing under the sun was hot, but staying inside was hot and stuffy.
The air was always sticky and suffocating.
Waking up felt like he had slept in a sauna; he was covered in sweat, and his hair was greasy.
After rinsing off and taking a bath, Leech sat comfortably at the table to eat. He hadn't bothered to dry his hair, but by the time he picked up his chopsticks, it was already half-dry.
This was partly because his hair was short, and partly because the weather was so hot.
Despite the heat, Leech's appetite was quite good. He noticed that some of the food in Burning City was made a bit sour, probably to whet appetites in the summer.
He was happily eating when a Soldier walked in. "My lord, someone claiming to be an old friend of yours is here..."
