Chapter 524: A Destined Meeting In the Golden Rose Hotel in the center of Dunerke, opposite the city hall, the hotel's owner, Kim, listened carefully from the door of a luxury suite on the top floor.
There was a faint faint sound of sobbing and sobbing coming from inside the temple door, and there was a contemplative crashing sound that had been going on for three hours straight.
"What an animal," Kim crooked his lips and crept down the corridor with the hotel manager behind him.
"Boss, this honorable guest called all the maids on the top floor into the room" The hotel manager looked at Jin with a sad face: "You know, the maids on the top floor are carefully selected and trained, and ordinary maids can't ask for these guests on the top floor."
This honorable gentleman, he gave all eighteen maids who served the distinguished guests on the top floor... ” Jin puffed up his chest, slowly straightened his pale golden bow tie, and then glanced at his manager like an idiot: "Fool, you have to remember one thing, the purpose of the Golden Rose Hotel is all the needs of guests.
Since this honorable gentleman of the earl has such a need, as long as he can give the gold coins, then whatever he wants to do, even if he wants to date your daughter, he" Stretching out his hand to straighten out the bow tie for the hotel manager, Jin said lightly: "These nouveau riche of the Vyas Business Federation...
I've seen their magnanimity many years ago, so I'm not surprised that they could do such a thing.
But as long as they can pay the full amount of heavy gold coins, um" Gesturing a self-righteous grimace, Kim emphasized again: "As long as the gold coins are enough, he and I will go to the club to draw thirty-six excellent maids to replenish you, and by the way, you go and prepare a few better doctors, this estrus animal, I have no doubt that he will soon need a life-saving doctor." ” Taking steady square steps, Kim walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back.
What a big deal is nothing more than a nouveau riche aristocracy and a few little maids, this kind of thing, everyone is a man, everyone understands that it is not worth such a fuss to alarm themselves Now Jin is not the small boss of the Golden Rose Club that made a small fuss back then, taverns, restaurants, hotels, and clubs with the Golden Rose as the logo have been opened all over Dunerke and several major provinces in the north of the Gaul Empire.
Now in Kim, he seems to be one of the upstarts of the Gallic Empire.
This is all because of the noble man he met back then, the young master Arthur of the Black Tiger family, who is now the administrative governor of the three northern provinces of the Gaul Empire, and a powerful man in his hands It's just that the only trouble is ...
Jin glanced back in the direction of the top floor, and thought about what his hotel manager said to him, and after three hours of non-stop crackling, Jin was a little annoyed: "What a fucking animal, bastard thing, three hours to wish you to die on the belly, scum, the scum of society, the human atmosphere is corrupted by nouveau riche like you" In the suite, Alda let out a hoarse snort, and he finally let out the last bit of heat of his life, and collapsed on the carpet with a pretty little maid in his arms stiffly.
Life seemed to have left his body, and he lay on the ground for a full quarter of an hour, before his stiff and white eyes moved slightly, and a trace of heat slowly poured out of his heart, and then vitality gradually poured from his heart to his whole body.
Trembling and letting go of the little maid in her arms, Alda stood up from the ground trembling.
Looking at the weak and beautiful snow white lying in the bedroom, Alda shook his pectoralis major muscle with satisfaction.
"So mighty, so majestic, so handsome, so masculine than me, it's really perfect" His body shook suddenly, and Alda's eyes suddenly went black, and he almost fainted to the ground.
Fortunately, he took a deep breath, and the fighting energy and magic power of the peak of the heavenly rank were running at the same time, and he could barely support his body.
Looking at the stars outside the window, Alda staggered towards the terrace, bathing her body in the starry sky.
There is no moon in the night sky of the Resurrection calendar, although this celestial body did exist in ancient legends.
But now, there is no moon in the sky, only a dense mass of millions of stars emitting dazzling colorful light in the sky.
Alda spread out her hands, absorbing the cold power of the stars that made every cell in her body cheer.
His mother, the imperial daughter of the pure Moon Demon Imperial Family, Arda inherited the pure Blood Demon Imperial Clan blood from his mother's bloodline.
According to legend, when the moon still existed in the primeval period, as long as there was moonlight, the moon demon was an immortal and eternal existence.
Although the moon is now gone, there are so many stars in the sky, and the light they emit is not much weaker than the moon.
A trace of colorful starlight visible to the naked eye merged into Alda's body, and his almost exhausted energy was quickly replenished, a healthy flush quickly appeared on his pale face, and the dark bags under his eyes disappeared without a trace.
In just a quarter of an hour of starlight, Alda's vitality had returned to its peak state, and he even felt that his strength had improved a lot, and he had an urge to break through to the peak of the heavenly rank and reach the holy realm.
According to legend, in the primeval era when the moonlight shone on the earth, it only took twenty years for the descendants of the royal family of the Moon Demon clan to step into the Holy Realm.
Now Alda is in his fifties, and before that, he had been living in the Black Abyss Divine Prison, he had never bathed in the starlight to the fullest, and he had never felt the magical power of the starlight that brought him great benefits.
Now that he felt it, the unique talent in the blood of the Moon Demon was stimulated.
He breathed deeply, every pore of his body was cheering, his strength increased slightly, and a certain part of his body that had been shrunk to the extreme suddenly became proud.
Coughing softly, Alda turned to look at the pretty girls lying in the bedroom.
The heat was tumbling all over, and Alda had the urge to pounce on him for another three hours.
But thinking of Lin Qi's terrible face, thinking of the task he had given him, Alda's high-spiritedness suddenly shriveled and shriveled.
"The will of the great master is above all else..."
With a feeble snort, Alda stepped into the bathroom and rinsed herself clean with boiling water.
Carefully smeared a layer of ointment on his face and body to ensure that his skin was delicate and smooth, pounced on a layer of incense powder refined from pine pollen, carefully took care of his sideburns, moistened his lips with lipstick, and used eyeliner to make his big eyes more and more watery.
This whole set of care took Alda half an hour's time.
When he was in the Black Abyss Divine Prison, Arda didn't know these things.
But when he came to the surface world ...
It only took one day for those delicate and lovely daughters to make Arda learn and become proficient in these methods of self-care.
The environment changes people, and this statement is best illustrated in Alda.
Holding a cane with a sword hidden in it, he walked out of the bathroom, Alda glanced at the sleeping girls lying in the bedroom, he thought for a while, took out eighteen golden tickets from the space ring, carefully stuffed one in the hands of each girl, and then picked up their clothes and covered them, and then left the room lightly, carefully and gently closed the door.
With a bronze Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the doorknob, Alda walked down the stairs with his head held high and full of energy, and walked straight through the hotel lobby to the main entrance of the hotel.
The hotel manager, who was greeting guests in the lobby, looked at Alda like a ghost, and after more than three hours of fierce battle from dusk to now, Alda didn't seem to have consumed any physical strength at all.
The hotel manager suddenly remembered Kim's evaluation of Alda, and he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Cattle, what an animal in heat." ” Nor did he use a carriage, but walked on the night streets of Dunker with his head held high, waving his cane and heading towards the vicinity of the port.
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Only in the bars near the port, in that kind of mixed place, it was possible to get all the news he wanted.
After all, he was hanging out with those daughters a few days ago, and although these delicate little ones were good companions on the bed, it was basically impossible for them to give any valuable information.
Alda walked fast, humming a playful ditty and soon came to the famous bar-filled Sailor's Street near Tunerke Newport.
Not only was it a place for sailors to gather, but the soldiers of the garrison stationed in Dunker also came here for recreation when they were idle.
There are good and bad bars here, a good bar can kill you a dozen gold coins with a glass of wine, and a dozen copper coins can fill you with a belly of bad wine.
Alda, who was not very familiar with the market, closed her eyes and walked into a bar with the largest area and the most people coming in and out.
As soon as I entered the door of the bar, I heard a burst of laughter, and a tall black man was thrown out of the crowd.
He slipped seven or eight meters down the slippery ground and almost slipped out of Alda's.
Alda lowered his head, the unlucky man who had been thrown out of the crowd was the same Enzo he had seen at the docks, returning to port with a remnant of the defeated army.
At this time, Enzo had been dizzy from bad wine, and he was so weak that he didn't have the gas to fight with people, and two high-ranking warriors easily threw him out of the back of the bar.
Alda smiled and beckoned to Enzo who was lying on the ground: "Hi, bad luck, today is the second time that the great Uncle Alda has seen you" Enzo burped and staggered to his feet.
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