As Irina walked out of the room and breathed in the fresh air outside, she realized there was a stench inside. She sneaked a peek at Curtis, then hurriedly opened the door.

“Didn’t Winston come up to sleep?” Irina asked as she glanced at Winston’s room.

Curtis pinned Irina down on the stone chair and combed her hair using the wooden comb Irina brought from the modern ages. “He’s on the fifth level accompanying the little snakes.”

Irina nodded and thought to herself: Seems like this thing can’t be done often—every time we do it, it causes quite a stir in the family. Thankfully, Curtis and Damien generally wouldn’t ask...