He’d sent two more of his prey to Anubis to be judged before he’d called it a night. Konner got out of bed and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms before he headed downstairs to the kitchen. There, he put a couple of slices of bread onto a plate and poured some beer into a small glass. The rest of it he drank out of the bottle in a few gulps. Since becoming immortal, alcohol didn’t affect Konner the way it had before he’d given his vow to the god of the underworld. To this very day, he could no longer get drunk, no matter how much he drank. Not long after he’d been given his immortality, he’d spent two days doing nothing but drinking. He’d stayed stone-cold sober the entire time. Once he picked up the plate and glass, Konner left the kitchen and went to the room that had originally been intended for a den. He’d designated it as a small temple, which he’d set up for Anubis right after he’d moved in. Inside the room, he’d displayed all the artifacts that depicted the god of the underworld, which Konner had gotten during his time in Egypt.
