Jode struggled to try to push away the hotel staff restraining him, while exclaiming with wide eyes.
"What is this?! A mattress?! What... what is this thing made of?! Who designed it!"
The surrounding staff had no idea about such matters, yet the old man was unrelenting in his commotion, his whole face flushed, adamant about getting an explanation.
Perhaps the commotion at the hotel entrance caught the attention of that gentleman, and his servant finally appeared at the door.
Looking at the persistent Jode, Punk cleared his throat and spoke.
"My lord asked me to tell you, it's a popular spring mattress from their place, designed and produced by the Weaving Shadow Nest home goods boutique."
Jode stopped struggling, staring blankly at the attendant in front of him.
"Spring... mattress?"
He knew both things individually, but together he was completely baffled.
Isn't that thing used in machines?
How could anyone use it to make a mattress?!
