Chapter 305 304. Puji's House

The chill of the early morning had not yet been completely dispelled by the sunlight. The lobby of the "Puji House" hotel was empty and quiet, with only a few diners eating breakfast.

As a newly opened hotel, it is normal that there are few guests.

Old Dylan sat alone behind the counter, his rough fingers holding a feather pen, facing the open account book, carefully checking the recent expenses for purchasing food and repairing tools, muttering the numbers from time to time, preparing to report to his superiors in the future.

At this moment, a small face with freckles popped out from behind the kitchen curtain.

"Boss!" the little girl Bianca warned, "The oil in the guest room lamp is almost gone, and the firewood in the kitchen is also insufficient!"

"I know, I know. I'll go to the market to buy it later." Old Dylan responded without raising his head.

Bianca is currently the only employee in the store. She is responsible for cooking and cleaning, while old Dylan is only responsible for reception and bookkeeping.

Business is slow at the moment, but we can still handle the workload. If there are more customers in the future, it won't be too late to hire more people. What Mushroom Town lacks the least nowadays is people.

As the rear base of human forces and a mushroom producing area, new faces move here every day for various reasons.

Bianca came here to seek refuge with her mother after fleeing from her hometown which had become a battlefield. It was said that her father was fighting against the demons in the northwest under the command of Duke Brunus.

The mushroom town is becoming more and more prosperous, and it is not difficult to find a job.

The able-bodied could sign up to join the guard team, the strong could join the logging team, and the nimble could apply to look after the mushroom fields. But these positions almost never recruited young girls like her.

Therefore, Bianca cherished the opportunity to get a job with Old Dylan very much, especially when she was in urgent need of money to recuperate her mother's health and Old Dylan offered a very generous salary.

"Squeak--" The wooden door of the hotel was pushed open, making a not-so-smooth sound.

Dylan frowned. It was clearly a newly installed door, so how could it make such a noise so quickly?

Two guests walked in. The man in front was wrapped in a dark traveling cloak. He looked dusty and walked with a steady pace, with a hint of vigilance.

Behind him followed a woman - Rita, the demon spy from last time.

Her outfit was unremarkable, a simple gray-brown dress, like a family member traveling with her.

Old Dylan's eyes met Rita's for a moment without leaving any trace, then he turned to the man and said in a normal tone, "Stay in the hotel?"

"A room, quiet." The man's voice was low and concise.

"Turn left to the end. Hot water costs one copper coin per bucket. You need to get it yourself." Dylan said as he took out the key to Room 109. This room is reserved for "special guests" and is far away from other rooms. There is a secret passage leading directly to the underground.

As he handed over the key, he casually said, "Take a good rest, sir. You seem a little too tense."

The man's face changed slightly, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. He grabbed the key and walked quickly towards the guest room.

Rita gave him a slightly apologetic look and followed closely.

Dylan then sat down and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Ah... the quality of the newcomers nowadays is much worse."

The eye contact with Rita just now made him realize that this man was also a demon spy, probably Rita's junior or subordinate.

So many spies were sacrificed some time ago, so it is natural that the vacancies must be filled slowly now. However, the quality of this batch of newcomers is a bit hard to describe in Lao Di's opinion.

Look at that stiff posture and overly vigilant expression, it's almost as if "there's something wrong with me" is written on his face.

It was because the town of Mushrooms was a mixed bag that gave him the opportunity. If he were somewhere else, he probably wouldn't even be able to get through the city gate.

It was so unprofessional that even old Dylan couldn't help but give a warning.

Dylan secretly thought that he had to establish a new rule. Newcomers must first be observed and evaluated, and only if they pass the assessment can they be introduced into the "Puji House". Otherwise, wouldn't it implicate everyone?

Squeak——

The wooden door was opened again, and this time it was another acquaintance who came, but not a spy.

"Vera? Why do you look like this?" Dylan asked in surprise, looking at the person who came.

He and Vera's group were old acquaintances, dating back to when Dylan provided the "Fifth Floor Strategy". They had some friendship, but he hadn't seen the ridiculously beautiful female elf at the back. As for this brat with a harem...

However, Vera looked miserable at this moment, his leather armor was covered with burn marks, and even worse, most of his handsome golden hair was burned off, leaving a small bald spot on his head. His current appearance was even worse than his own!

Vera gave a wry laugh, "Ah, I tried to explore the eighth floor, but ended up suffering a great loss."

Dylan's eyes swept over Feiling and the elf, and he noticed that there were also charred burn marks on the edges of their robes, but they were located in inconspicuous places on both sides of their bodies.

It is not difficult to imagine that in the critical moment, it was Vera who stood in the front and bore the brunt of the impact.

Dylan nodded and asked, "So you're staying at the hotel?"

Unexpectedly, Vera shook her head: "No, I have already bought a house in Mushroom Town and officially become a local."

"You didn't come here just to say hello, did you?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.

Fei Ling stepped forward and said, "Boss Dilan, look at how pitiful Vera is. Stop hiding it! Take it out now. It's not like you'll lose any silver coins!"

Dylan suddenly realized what was going on. He squatted down and fumbled under the counter for a long time. With the sound of bottles colliding, he finally took out a small glass bottle filled with dark green viscous liquid.

"You want hair growth potion?"

"Excuse me, can I check this?" The elf Xirian stepped forward and spoke politely.

"Go ahead." Dylan pushed the medicine bottle over.

Xilian carefully pulled out the cork, gently fanned the scent from the bottle mouth, brought it close to his nose, and sniffed it carefully.

After a moment, a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes. "It is indeed authentic hair growth potion! I didn't expect to see it here. Excuse me, do you know this pharmacist?"

"That's all I can say."

Fei Ling quickly interrupted: "Okay, okay, who cares who did it! As long as Vera's hair can be saved! How much is it?"

After seeing off the four people, Dylan stood alone behind the counter, feeling a little amused and helpless.

I just sold a bottle of potion by chance, but I didn’t expect that word of mouth would spread so quickly.

There's nothing wrong with selling one or two bottles occasionally, but if you do this business for a long time, you must have the necessary cover-up measures.

At the very least, the source of the material must have an explanation that is clear and can withstand scrutiny.

I'll discuss this with the boss later.

…

That night, Dylan met with two spies in the basement.

The man was indeed Rita's new partner, and he came here mainly to make himself familiar.

Of course, since they were already there, the two sides exchanged various pieces of information.

As for Dylan, he was most concerned about the battle situation on the front line:

Humanity lost another city on the northwest front, and the remaining troops of Duke Brunus retreated in panic. The Sword Master went with the reinforcements to support them.

(End of this chapter)