Chương 845: The Ghost Sea

The following morning, Archer woke up and looked at Teuila, whose blue hair was sprawled across the bed as she slept deeply, making him smile. Kassandra was curled into a ball, snoring softly.

He leaned forward and pecked both sleeping beauties on the forehead before leaving the bed and walking into the living room of their inn room, where Demetra and Sera were playing a game similar to chess.

Brooke was engrossed in a book, and Nefertiti was brewing tea, the delicious aroma catching his attention. He approached the succubus, who smiled as he came close. "Morning, husband," she said, filling up a cup and handing it to him. "Try this; it's called Moonleaf Brew."

Archer took a sip of the tea, and as he swallowed, a gentle wave of relaxation washed over him, bringing a smile to his face. "This is delicious, Nefi. Have you taken up a new hobby, or are you just experimenting?"