Chapter 058 Small Hotel
As early as the second day after crossing over, in the basic knowledge popularization class taught by the bishop, Garcia had hinted at some of the history of this world and heard a description of the Golden Town.
Later, I became even more curious about this small town named after gold after reading books introducing local customs and culture.
You must know that the only material that can serve as a stable magical medium is gold. All other metals or the remains of living creatures are either unstable or have a significant negative impact. Enchanting with gold as the primary material for optimal magic effectiveness.
Therefore, as the only place on the mainland that produces gold, the Gold Town has a very profound economic development and cultural heritage, which is no less than the Boeing Town in the capital.
Countless magicians, wizards, and even alchemists live in seclusion here.
More than 90 percent of the world's magical items come from here.
The remaining 10% comes from the Vatican and is inaccessible to anyone other than high-ranking officials and politicians.
The book describes a town with a large and dynamic population, with a constant stream of people arriving from all corners of the world daily to fulfill their ambitions or pray for something. Within the town itself, many shops sell gold, and the owner might be a renowned magician who, for a sufficient sum, will forge a piece of gold jewelry that will grant your wish.
It shouldn’t be like this—
It shouldn't be so depressed and dilapidated.
Garcia and Yophiel walked through the alleys one after the other. All the gold shops with exquisite plaques were closed.
If this is not strange enough, then the dust and stagnant water in front of their doors are enough to show that not only are the shops closed, but the customers have not come for a long time.
It's so weird.
Garcia secretly memorized these details and planned to tell them to Yophiel when he rested at night.
The important thing now is to find a place to live.
His eyes were darting around and his mind was still racing, but Garcia didn't realize that until now, he was still holding Yophiel's hand and walking in the alley with Yophiel, who was half a step behind him.
Logically speaking, with such a large population flow in the Golden Town, the accommodation industry should be very developed.
But the two of them had been searching for almost an hour and didn't see a single shop open. They were all closed like the gold shops.
Just when Garcia was giving up and thinking that if he couldn't find it again, he would just sleep on Big Eyeball tonight, they finally saw a hotel with its door half open in a very secluded back street, and a middle-aged man was dumping wastewater at the door.
After pouring it, I was about to go in.
"Hey! Boss, boss, wait a minute! We want to stay in the hotel!" Seeing that the door was about to close again, Garcia shouted loudly, pulled Yophiel, and quickly ran to the door. Ignoring the boss's action of closing the door, he forced his way in.
The man's eyebrows were almost knotted together, and he said in a gruff voice, "What are you doing?! Our hotel is full and can't accept any more guests!"
Garcia didn't care what he said.
He reached into his purse with one hand, pulled out half a silver coin, slapped it on the front desk, and said arrogantly, "I want two rooms."
The boss's expression softened, not as grim as before, but his tone was still a little stiff. He looked them over and asked, "Where are you from? What are you doing here?"
"We're coming from Sailboat Town." This was the geographical guide Garcia had prepared long ago. Sailboat Town was right next to Golden Town. "As for what we're doing here, that's none of your business. If it weren't for the recent bad atmosphere, I wouldn't want to stay in a small hotel like yours!"
Garcia acted like a domineering young master, which made the boss relax his vigilance.
Forget it. If there really was a problem, he wouldn't be able to stand and talk to himself right now.
After a brief thought, the boss put the silver bar into a locked drawer, took out the key and handed it to Garcia, saying, "The one at the back of the third floor. Breakfast is not included. Meals are charged separately."
Garcia frowned: "Why is there only one?"
"Huh?" The boss pursed his lips and gave Garcia a playful, ambiguous look. "That's the only room left. Besides, with your relationship, do you really need two rooms?"
Following his boss's gaze, Garcia saw that his hand and Jophiel's were still tightly clasped together.
Garcia: “…”
Garcia muttered quietly, "Just one room."
He took the key and hurried upstairs, holding the obedient Archangel who had said nothing the entire time.
The old wooden ladder made a creepy creaking sound.
When I walked to the corridor on the third floor, the feeling of discomfort became even stronger - it was as if someone was spying on me through the peephole on the closed door.
And there's more than one person.
This speculation made Garcia feel very uncomfortable.
The unpleasant sight did not disappear until I walked into the room, closed the door, and locked it with the chain.
It was at this time that Garcia was truly certain that they must have known about the secrets between the high priest and the snow leopard that he had glimpsed twice in the glass greenhouse.
The scrutinizing gaze will turn into a needle tip, reminding the person who is being spied on.
This was the first time Garcia had truly felt it.
After he locked the door and turned around, he suddenly felt even worse - why was it a double bed room?
Garcia was silent for a moment, then asked Jophiel, who was sitting on the sofa, "Will you sleep at night?"
"Sleep." The silver-haired man's answer was very concise.
A few days ago, Jophiel was forced by his brother to attend a human behavior common sense class, where he learned that humans need to sleep on a regular basis every day.
In order to better adapt to this humanoid body, Jophiel decided that from today on, he would also maintain the habit of sleeping every night and taking an occasional nap.
“…”
Although she had enthusiastically invited the archangel to sleep with her in the morning, now, when she realized that she was really going to sleep in the same bed with a man tonight, Garcia couldn't help but feel some shyness. In order to make herself look more natural, Garcia chose to change the subject.
He tightened his cloak around himself.
Said: "Wait here for me, I'll go downstairs to see if there is anything to eat."
After saying this, without waiting for Yophiel's reply, Garcia rushed downstairs to buy dinner, despite the uncomfortable stares coming from the dark.
…
After eating and drinking.
Garcia collapsed on the bed and refused to move.
Yophiel did not eat at night. He just watched Garcia silently while saying how disgusting it was, and he finished half a piece of potato bread and a plate of cream of mushroom soup.
And think about why Garcia said it tasted bad but still finished it.
He asked boldly.
The blond boy twitched his lips when asked, and said speechlessly, "Sir, times have changed. If ordinary humans don't eat something just because it tastes bad, they will starve to death."
Then, Garcia read these words from the silver-haired man's eyes: You will die here and there, you are the Holy Son chosen by me personally, why are you so fragile?
Oh! They really do have a pair of eyes that can speak.
Garcia snorted coldly, unwilling and afraid to argue with the archangel. He cleaned up the tableware himself, put it on a tray and placed it at the door, and the waiter would come to collect it later.
Then he collapsed on the bed and didn't move at all.
"Go and investigate the cemetery." Jophiel stood in front of the bed and said word by word.
He satisfied Garcia's request to eat, and Garcia should also perform his duties well.
Unexpectedly, the answer he got was a robe - the blond boy huddled under the quilt and kept throwing clothes under the bed.
After a few times, he exposed half of his shoulder and said with a grin, "It's late at night, and the cemetery might be full of ghosts. Shouldn't we go during the day?"
After saying this, he ignored Jophiel's increasingly cold eyes, tilted his head and began to fall asleep.
Garcia said that he didn't want to work overtime in the middle of the night. The room fee was paid from his own salary. The chairman not only did not sympathize with the employees, but also wanted to order the employees to grind the mill in the cemetery in the middle of the night.
It's really hateful!
Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow will definitely...
"call--"
Seeing that the blond boy had already started to snore, Jophiel felt a sense of helplessness for the first time in his life.
He stared at the boy's defenseless sleeping face for a long time, and finally chose to take off his clothes, go to bed, and close his eyes to sleep.
But, at the moment the silver-haired man closed his eyes.
In the dark sky of the Golden Town, an eyeball with a blue pupil suddenly appeared. It was only about two meters in diameter, with upper and lower eyelids, and six pairs of white wings connected in front and back. The base of each wing was covered with densely packed small blue eyeballs.
The wings flapped gently, dispersing some of the mist far away.
The blurry head on his upper eyelid moved slightly, and his lifeless eyes instantly locked onto the target.
Dive towards the ground.
And those small eyeballs that originally grew on the roots of the wings all flew out and scattered.
The huge wings, having lost their inlays, were left with many flesh-colored holes.
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“Dongdongdong——”
Late at night, Garcia was awakened by the incessant knocking on the door.
He rubbed his painful temples, groaned, and slowly opened his eyes.
The decorative items and interior decoration that come into view are extremely cheap and simple.
Soon, Garcia realized that he was not in his own bedroom, but was on a business trip with the Archangel to the Golden Town in the Western Continent and was staying in a dilapidated but expensive hotel.
“Dongdongdong——”
The knocking continued, and Garcia became distraught.
He yawned, stood up, and prepared to get out of bed to open the door. However, the moment his body was exposed to the cold air and his feet stepped on the cold floor, he realized that he didn't know anyone here. But even if he did, who would knock on the door of a hotel room in the middle of the night?
It can't be some kind of late-night enthusiastic service with a sexual connotation, right?
Thinking of this, Garcia instantly woke up.
He huddled back under the covers, all sleepiness gone.
The warm body temperature coming from behind and the hot air from the shallow breathing finally made Garcia feel a little safe.
He didn't care whether it was proper or not, and just tried his best to squeeze his body into the man's arms.
Good to take in some reassuring body warmth and flavor.
Just at this moment, the knocking stopped, and the room was quiet, without any unusual movement.
Garcia just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw a person lying on the large glass window facing him.
The posture was distorted and the face could not be seen clearly. I didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, old or young, or whether it was dead or alive.
Moreover, Garcia didn't know how long he had been lying there, looking at himself...
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