Chapter 492 Even before the nobles of the Holy City arrived, were the vampires from the Demon Capital.
The smoke of the coup in the winter month had not yet completely dissipated, but the prosperity of Thunder City did not seem to have been greatly affected.
Shops on Queen Street remained open, beautifully decorated carriages crisscrossed the cobblestone streets, and pedestrians, dressed smartly, made every effort to maintain the decorum befitting this metropolis.
However, this is only the surface.
An invisible sense of oppression filled the air.
Fully armed soldiers can be seen everywhere on the street corners, and the number of patrolling guards has doubled compared to before, with guns slung over their shoulders.
Their expressions were serious as they warily scanned every pedestrian. In the teahouses and cafes on the street corners, the relaxed conversations and hearty laughter of the past could no longer be heard.
People spoke in hushed tones, and smiles were a rare sight on their faces, as if an invisible cloud hung over the city and pressed down on people's faces.
Civil war has never been a glorious thing.
Unlike the war effort to aid Twilight Province, their neighbors and relatives are dying for some inexplicable reason.
They just wanted all of this to pass quickly.
Then everyone acted as if it had never happened and never mentioned it again.
"Breaking news! Breaking news! Campbell's Civil War!"
A newsboy's shout broke the silence as he waved his newspaper and weaved through the crowd.
"Edward's new army has surrounded Glenston Castle! The main force of the rebels has been annihilated! Only the remnants are left to put up a last-ditch resistance, and it is only a matter of time before the enemy surrenders!"
"The war is almost over!"
People rushed over quickly, and the newspapers in the newsboy's arms were instantly taken away and replaced with a large bag of copper coins that were still in circulation.
Although the people of Queen Street loved the silver pound, it had become quite a troublesome thing for the newsboys at this moment.
Occasionally, a gentleman would pay in silver pounds, and it would take him a long time to figure out how much change to give to that generous gentleman.
However, there were lucky times. The generous gentleman didn't want to carry a bunch of dirty metal pieces in his pocket, so he gave him the rest as a tip.
People with newspapers stood on street corners reading quickly, searching between the lines for important information, especially signals concerning their future.
Fortunately, the gods were watching over them and answered their silent prayers.
The vast majority of people found what they were looking for in the newspaper, and a look of relief appeared on their faces.
"Sir Wesley has decisively defeated the renowned general Hannover! This young officer is a citizen of Thunder City!"
"A disgrace! The flag of the Kingdom of Ryan has appeared in the army of the noble alliance! Our nobles have actually colluded with foreign nobles!"
"The king is the culprit!"
The front-page illustration in the newspaper was extremely exaggerated, showing a blood-soaked crown held in the hands of an old man who looked like a zombie.
Beneath the crown's shadow lay piles of nameless bones.
That was undoubtedly a reference to King Theodore of Lane, especially the crown with a lion standing prominently on it, which was the symbol of the Devalo family!
Recently, there has been a trend in Thunder City where people's pent-up anger has been directed, intentionally or unintentionally, at the elderly emperor.
What's even more interesting is that what happened in Thunder City was completely different from what happened in Twilight City, and there was no "Salvation Army" or Demon King behind it at all.
That was a shared belief that people formed spontaneously.
Whether they are ordinary people or born into the world, they all realize the source of their suffering.
Pointing the sword at the king was the first step.
One day, they will turn their swords against all arrogant kings, and finally against empires that condone all arrogance.
In that oppressive crowd, one figure stood out as an oddity.
She was a young girl in a black dress, the expensive lace trim swaying slightly with her light and elegant steps.
This luxurious outfit is not uncommon on Queen Street, where socialites and wealthy women frequent. What is unusual is the exquisite black parasol in her hand and the faint smile on her lips.
In Thunder City, there is no glaring sunlight to shield one from during the winter, and nowadays, few people in Thunder City can smile.
"Kukuku... As expected of my elder brother. With just a slight move, he has reached the ceiling that countless demon kings could never achieve in their entire lives."
That's incredible!
Looking at the soldiers on duty at the street corner, she raised her small hand, clad in lace gloves, to cover her red lips and let out a soft "kukuku" laugh.
The young man on guard duty misunderstood, thinking the noblewoman across the street was smiling at him, and blushed as he straightened his back even more.
This is purely a misunderstanding.
The citizens of Thunder City always thought that vampires liked human blood, but in fact, the vampires of the Principality of Colin only liked the blood of their "beloved," or the more expensive Minotaur blood.
The former is about mood, while the latter is about taste.
Enjoying life is not a human privilege; the demons of hell also know how to enjoy themselves, their decadent lifestyle no less extravagant than that of the Holy City.
After all, humans have a sense of moral guilt when they exploit each other, but the exploitation of goblins by demons is an arrangement that even the goblins consider natural and just.
Following half a step behind Vivian was Nanfu Colin, who was on winter vacation.
The handsome young man was dressed in a well-fitting tailcoat, but his expression was tense, which was completely opposite to his noble demeanor.
Many socialites and wealthy women who passed by Nanfu cast pitying glances at him, attracted by his charming and pitiful appearance, especially the older ladies.
They used folding fans to lightly cover half their faces, concealing the smiles on their lips, but forgot to hide their wolfish eyes.
'What a poor child! He must be terrified by the war. Come and hide in your sister's arms for a while...'
Being stared at repeatedly, Nanfu, who was in the "enemy country," thought he had been exposed. He hurriedly straightened his starched collar, but instead, he was met with a few giggles, and the gazes became increasingly aggressive.
It wasn't until Vivian, who was leading Nanfu, clicked her tongue and looked at those disrespectful old folks with disdain that they coldly looked away.
Nanfu, relieved, looked at his older sister with gratitude, unaware that he had completely misunderstood those aggressive gazes.
He didn't give himself away at all.
Even compared to Vivian, whose arrogance was written all over her face, his expression was actually more in line with the current social atmosphere in Thunder City.
After all, the "Jerlock faction" and the "Edward faction" of nobles were not two distinct groups, but rather intertwined and interdependent.
Many people's older cousins served as officers in the noble alliance, while their younger cousins were pulled into Edward's regular army, so it was perfectly normal for them to be caught in the middle.
In the midst of seemingly insignificant joys and sorrows, many young men and women from prominent families have also lost their families.
However, all of this has nothing to do with demons from hell.
"Ah, Nanfu, can you smell it? The despair and fear permeating the air are so sweet, kukuku..."
Vivian's voice was soft, yet carried a chilling intoxication. She closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath of the air her brother had breathed.
"Too, too powerful..." Nanfu was filled with awe upon hearing this. Although he couldn't smell the scent his sister had described, he could clearly feel the taut nerves of the city.
If all of this was the Demon King's plan, then it can only mean that the respected Councilor Luo Yan is incredibly powerful. No wonder Elder Zacro was no match for him!
"The Dragon family has never been able to plunge humanity into such widespread panic for hundreds of years, and my brother... did it so easily."
It is said that "collecting fear energy" is the only indicator for measuring the Demon King's performance, and this is written in the textbooks of the Demon King Academy.
However, Nanfu, still in his ivory tower, obviously didn't know that fear was just a means, not an end. In fact, for a professional demon king, even the means could be replaced with something else.
For example, people in Thunder County used to say "Saint Seis al-S" all the time, but now they often say "...that thing that sells its soul to the devil".
And this so-called "thing" can be replaced with anything they don't like at the moment.
Nanfu's gaze was quickly drawn to the newspaper rack by the roadside. His eyes lit up, and he hurried over to pull out a newspaper that the newsboy had just been selling.
The front page of the newspaper prominently featured the headline:
This is an act of war! The kingdom has declared war on us!
The subtitle is even more scathing: "We've just cleaned up the mess for these ungrateful bastards!"
Demon God, you are above!
Nanfu's index finger trembled slightly, but not from fear, but from heartfelt joy and awe for his elder brother.
Human beings—
It's fighting with itself!
Hey! Don't look if you're not buying!
The stall owner's shouting interrupted Nanfu's awe.
Nanfu was startled. Like a child who had done something wrong, he carefully returned the newspaper, even bowing slightly and saying sorry.
He was a polite child, the complete opposite of Vivian. Someone who was yelled at would only glare back angrily.
Vivian glanced at Nanfu, thinking how incredibly shameful this burden was, actually apologizing to the food, but she didn't say anything more.
At this moment, she was immersed in boundless admiration for her brother, her adoration almost overflowing.
As vampires from the hellish city of Shanghai, the two little ones are clearly completely unaware of the complex web of interests and conflicts between different social classes in the human world.
However, in terms of the outcome, their judgment was not wrong.
Luo Yan, or rather Prince Colin, was indeed the catalyst for all of this.
Without the "Rocksey Rifle" and the vast overseas market brought by this imperial prince, Archduke Edward's reforms would not have been so radical, and the old nobles would not have rushed to resist, even at the cost of inviting trouble by seeking help from the neighboring royal family.
However, if this interpretation is placed within the context of official history, it is clearly a stretch, since Archduke Edward was not chosen by the Demon King.
The current state of the Duchy of Campbell has nothing to do with the labyrinth of Thundershire; it is more like the inner calling of the Campbellians themselves and their resistance against traditional feudal obligations.
When all farmers can have enough to eat, city dwellers are no longer satisfied with just bread, merchants no longer make a quick buck and run, and nobles realize that the glory of the duchy is also the glory of their families, even if they don't realize what the elephant in the house really is, they will all do something to bring about change.
They all yearn for change!
The Demon King merely heard their inner cries and responded to them.
...
After "patrolling" Queen Street, Vivian finally gained a basic understanding of her brother's territory, which satisfied her long-standing curiosity.
Just then, her stomach growled twice, so she pulled Nanfu into a decent-looking restaurant.
This type of restaurant usually requires reservations.
However, Vivian looked exactly like a young lady who had secretly slipped out of the house, so the perceptive manager certainly wouldn't invite trouble by letting her "embarrass him".
He instructed the restaurant staff to quickly arrange a reserved table for the two distinguished young men.
Vivian skillfully flipped through the menu, her legs, clad in platform shoes, swinging under the tablecloth like a swing, her face full of curiosity.
The waiter waiting nearby became even more convinced of the manager's judgment; his restaurant had indeed received an extraordinary guest who had never even touched a menu before.
This was the first time he'd ever seen someone hold a menu upside down!
Actually, he misunderstood. Vivian simply couldn't read, or rather, she couldn't understand some words that weren't commonly used in Hell. Her attention was entirely on the illustrations, so there was no difference between holding it upright or upside down.
As for doing homework in advance?
joke!
Is that still Vivian?
Feeling a bit impatient with the fancy dishes, Vivian simply pointed to the most expensive dish, which looked like a steak, and ordered it from the waiter next to her.
"This one will do, medium-rare."
The waiter was stunned, thinking he had misheard.
"Lady, ma'am, medium-rare? That's practically raw..."
"Hmm? Is there a problem?"
Vivian gracefully raised her chin, her scarlet eyes calmly fixed on him, the canine tooth dangling from the corner of her mouth seeming to warn—
Are you trying to pick a fight too?
"No...no!"
Startled by those blood-moon-like pupils, the waiter shuddered and, not daring to linger beside this beautiful young lady, quickly withdrew.
Unlike Vivian, who "bullied others by taking advantage of her power," Nanfu appeared much more skilled. He had clearly done his homework beforehand, knowing the basic etiquette and food of human society.
Facing the waitress waiting to his side, he cleared his throat, tried to appear experienced, and recited a long list of dishes.
"A roasted lamb chop, cream of mushroom soup, and escargot with herbs, and... chocolate cake for dessert."
The waitress who served him said with a smile.
"Sir, you have excellent taste. The roast lamb and cream of mushroom soup you ordered are both included in our Jazz Set Menu, so ordering them together is more cost-effective."
"Huh? Package? Package deal?" Nanfu's facade crumbled instantly. His carefully prepared pretense was completely disrupted by the sudden mention of the "package deal."
Even in Shanghai, there's no such custom.
His face gradually turned red. Afraid that his vampire identity would be discovered, he could only nod hurriedly.
"want!"
The waitress smiled even more broadly, finding the little boy extremely amusing.
Would you like some drinks?
Nanfu subconsciously swallowed.
Although he didn't want to reveal his vampire identity, he was so hungry that he could only add a whispered comment.
"...Another glass of red wine, please."
It shouldn't be strange for someone my age to drink alcohol, right?
In human society...
Nanfu only hoped that his behavior wouldn't be too strange, and that he wouldn't bring the Imperial Court to justice for saying the wrong thing.
I heard those guys are terrifying.
It's the kind of thing that can scare even human children to tears.
Just as he was struggling with his decision, the waitress lingered, reluctant to leave, and then uttered a sentence with a smile.
"Which winery are you looking for?"
She seemed to be doing it on purpose, only saying one sentence at a time.
Nanfu was stunned; this was completely outside his prepared notes, and he panicked for a moment.
"Wine, winery?"
Mistaking the boy's panic for her sake, the pretty waitress leaned forward slightly and pointed to the menu to explain to him.
"You seem to be a guest from out of town. I recommend the Ges Winery in Silverpine Town. It produces the finest red wines from the entire lower reaches of the Benliu River, and its history dates back to—"
"Ugh, this Nanfu is such a pain. Just bring out the most expensive one, and give me one too." Vivian clicked her tongue again after closing the menu, and kicked the uncooperative Nanfu in the knee as she watched the waitress practically leaning in.
Although it wasn't Nanfu that had the fever, it's still Nanfu's fault no matter how you look at it!
Seeing that the young lady had lost her temper, the girl who had been clinging to Nanfu like a mosquito and refusing to leave finally fled in panic.
Looking at Nanfu, who looked aggrieved after being kicked, Vivian tapped the table with her index finger, thinking of a certain annoying guy.
How come the Principality of Campbell has succubi too?
He's either eyeing someone else's older brother or someone else's younger brother.
And Nanfu too, he's such a disgrace to the Colin family. If she doesn't like him, she should just refuse, right? That's why she doesn't want to take him out!
If this guy had even a tenth of his older brother's manly spirit, I'd probably have less to worry about.
She didn't want to say the saying "flies don't land on eggs without cracks," but his furtive behavior was clearly more likely to attract the attention of the priests and nuns.
It's fortunate there's no church on this street, otherwise this afternoon certainly wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
Soon, the dishes arrived.
Vivian frowned as she looked at the steak that the chef had arbitrarily cooked to medium-rare, but because she was hungry, she still picked up her knife and fork.
Nanfu was the same; as one dish after another of the dishes he didn't like was served, his expression changed repeatedly, but in the end he still held his nose and ate them.
How could anyone eat snails?
Humans... are so barbaric!
After filling her stomach, Vivian took out a gold coin and paid the bill.
Although the Imperial Gold Coins are fake, the gold is real.
Hell may not have much else, but it has no shortage of gold. The demons of Hell love to use this stuff to bribe human lords.
For the sake of a single gold coin, the two were warmly greeted by the chef and manager, and politely seen off at the door.
In this day and age, the only people who would pay with gold coins are the most naive nobles, and they must be people the nobles cannot afford to offend.
Standing back on Queen Street, Vivian looked reluctant to leave, but more than that, she was dissatisfied.
"The steak was overcooked, and the smell of blood was completely masked by the spices. It's not even as good as the cafeteria at the Demon Academy."
"And that red wine too, it always has that... stinky little devil smell."
Vampires have a far more sensitive sense of smell than humans.
Others might not be able to smell it, but she could clearly distinguish the faint, almost imperceptible aroma that mingled with the overly sweet grapes during the fermentation process.
The scent reminded her of a group of little devils who had just finished picking mushrooms and returned to their lair, jumping and hopping on barrels of wine.
That's why she simply couldn't understand the blissful expressions on the faces of the gentlemen at the next table, who were tasting wine.
"Human food is truly lackluster," Vivian concluded with a sigh. "Not only is there no Minotaur blood, but even the cooking techniques are so primitive... The surface world is indeed too barren."
She truly felt sorry for her older brother, wondering how he was surviving here.
After wandering around this perilous human world all day, Nanfu's tension finally reached its peak at dusk.
Seeing that his sister seemed to want to join the crowd, he finally couldn't resist and mustered up his courage to whisper.
"Sis, let's go back. It's too dangerous here. And..."
He swallowed hard, his voice lowering even further, and said tremblingly, "And if my older brother finds out we sneaked over, he'll definitely... be furious..."
He knew what his older sister was afraid of, but it was also something he was afraid of. He really didn't want to bring up his brother's name unless absolutely necessary.
Upon hearing the words "furious," Vivian's shoulders trembled, as if a deep-seated fear had been awakened within her.
However, this fear did not last long, and soon turned into a sickly flush on her pale cheeks.
An unnatural blush rose on Vivian's cheeks, and a strange light flashed in her deep red eyes.
She turned around abruptly, closed her umbrella, and with the tip of the handle, tapped Nanfu on the head with a light but firm sound.
"Nanfu".
As Nanfu clutched his head in pain, Vivian turned around gracefully, swished open her umbrella to block the harmless sunlight, and chuckled.
"With your attitude, you'll never become a great person who can stand on your own."
Nanfu covered his head in confusion, forgetting even the pain.
"ah……?"
Vivian proudly puffed out her chest, deliberately lowered her voice, and imitated her brother's magnetic voice.
"Great people face difficulties head-on! You'll never amount to anything if you're so cowardly!"
"But, but—"
"Shut up! You want to stop me from becoming an adult?"
"I...I wouldn't dare, but—"
"No buts! If you don't want to come along, you can go back by yourself."
Nanfu was inexplicably given a lecture, and he was both amused and exasperated. But seeing that his older sister was so stubborn, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow her.
But he still couldn't understand what this had to do with becoming an adult. Could he become an adult just by angering the terrifying Councilor Luo Yan?
However, seeing his sister's aggressive demeanor, he dared not ask any further questions and could only keep his grievances and confusion to himself.
He prayed silently that his older brother wouldn't find out, because Vivian alone would be enough to beat him half to death.
A demon king who could beat Vivian half to death...
He felt it was better to give a swift and decisive answer.
...
As dusk fell, the melodious tolling of bells echoed over Thunder City. However, these were not the evening bells for prayer, but rather the signal for curfew.
Pedestrians on the street became hurried, shops began to board up their doors, and although some taverns were still open, they could no longer openly display their lights.
Squads of patrolling soldiers took to the streets, driving away lingering pedestrians and reminding them that they would be better off going home if they didn't want to cause trouble.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Nanfu's expression became even more uneasy. This was the first time Vivian had ever seen a vampire who was afraid of the night. This guy should just convert to Saint Sith.
Perhaps they can become a model of piety.
"Sis, there's a curfew! We'll get arrested!"
"Tsk, human rules are such a hassle." Vivian curled her lip impatiently as she looked at Nanfu's pleading, but for safety's sake, she complied.
Vampires don't need to sleep, but with soldiers everywhere, it's really not a good time to wander around, especially if you run into a priest, which would be troublesome.
She glanced around and then folded the parasol she was leaning on her shoulder.
"Let's find a place to stay."
Nanfu breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind this little tyrant.
The two asked a stranger for directions and soon learned from the kind person that the most luxurious hotel in Thunder City was the "Embrace of Dawn" hotel.
They hired a carriage and headed straight for the hotel entrance, where they soon found themselves standing in the middle of the magnificent hotel lobby.
Vivian nodded in satisfaction.
good.
This hotel has quite a bit of taste. If you replaced the marble with obsidian or granite, it would have a bit of that Shanghai vibe.
The lobby manager was a shrewd middle-aged man.
He saw the two elegantly dressed but still childish teenagers and assumed they were children looking for their parents.
However, when he went up to ask, he was dumbfounded to find that the two people were actually there to check into the hotel.
“Book two of the best suites, stay for a few days.” Vivian raised her chin, her composed demeanor as if this were her territory.
The manager paused for a moment, but immediately put on a professional smile and spoke in a gentle voice.
“Yes, miss. However, we require advance payment for the room, and we only accept silver pounds. Is now a convenient time for you to pay…”
Vivian didn't understand what "silver pounds" meant at all, and impatiently interrupted him.
She casually pulled a small bag from her delicate lace handbag and slammed it onto the gleaming marble countertop.
The bag was loosened, and several gold coins, gleaming with an alluring luster, rolled out, looking even newer than the latest coins minted by the Imperial Mint.
Without a doubt—
That was just taken from the bank's vault!
“Silver pounds? You mean silver coins, right?” Vivian said with a smug smirk, playing herself perfectly. “I don’t need such dirty things. This will do. How many do you need?”
Vampires do indeed dislike silver items.
These words terrified Nanfu, who was afraid that the other party would discover their vampire identity.
The manager's smile did indeed freeze on his face, but not because he thought of the vampires, who were completely unrelated to him, but because he was shocked by the young girl's skill.
Whose child is this?!
The original Sunrise Embrace Hotel did indeed price its rooms in gold coins, but with the introduction of silver pounds and the gradual withdrawal of gold coins from the market, few people are willing to pay in gold coins anymore, unless they are guests who don't care about the price at all.
The manager immediately realized that the identity of the young woman in front of him was probably far beyond his imagination.
Sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and his attitude became extremely respectful, which made the timid and fearful Nanfu even more nervous...
Both of them were engrossed in their own imaginations.
"Honorable guest, I will arrange it for you immediately..." The manager wiped his sweat, trying to control the tremor in his voice and maintain a composed demeanor. "May I ask how I should address you?"
"Vivian Collin!"
Nanfu was startled by what he heard and hurriedly tried to remind Vivian with his eyes.
'Are you crazy, sis?! We're in the human world now, not in hell...'
Vivian glanced at him impatiently.
'Nonsense! How could I not know where I am?'
Hell is something forbidden to be discussed openly in the Empire. Even the name of the demon god Bayeri is a taboo subject for humans. How could the "countryside" of humans possibly know the name of a demon?
Besides, they weren't the kind of demons who were notorious. Even their fathers were relatively unknown. If they found out, they could just use the fact that they had the same name to get away with it.
Colin isn't a surname that just popped out of a rock. More than a thousand years ago, his family was a prominent clan on Earth, and their bloodline could even be traced back to the famous families of the present-day empire. Finding a few barons named Colin would be incredibly easy.
However, it must be said that Vivian's intelligence is undeniable, but she is still lacking in experience.
She was unaware that, because of Luo Yan, Luo Ke Sai's name had already become famous on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea due to his excellent rate of fire.
The name of Prince Colin has become a household name in the Duchy of Campbell, and is even well-known in the Holy City of the Empire.
Therefore, the lobby manager's reaction was completely unexpected for the two of them. Their eyes widened as they stared at the two children in front of them in disbelief, and their voices became stuttering.
"Colin? Is that His Highness Colin? Wait, you, you're from the Colin family?! You're a relative of Prince Colin?"
Having probably heard this so many times before, Vivian, who was just giving Nanfu a perfunctory look, didn't think much of it and subconsciously replied.
"Oh, what else—"
At that moment, Nanfu mustered a courage he had never shown before and covered Vivian's mouth with his hand.
Those clear eyes were filled with pleading.
I'm begging you—
Stop talking!
If we keep talking, the court will come!
Vivian, covered by Nanfu's blanket, made a series of incoherent noises. Suddenly, her eyes widened, her scarlet pupils filled with murderous intent.
'Nanfu, how dare you!'
Although she was puzzled as to how a human could know about Prince Colin, it was clear that Nanfu's disrespect angered her more.
So what if the court comes?
She's already a prestigious Platinum-level powerhouse; if all else fails, she can just fight her way out!
Since being promoted to Platinum level, Vivian has become incredibly arrogant. While other demons are still drinking milk, she has already dared to venture into the human world.
After all, to reach platinum level at her age is a feat that is extremely rare in the entire city of Shanghai; even Councilor Luo Yan is not as impressive.
As everyone knows, Luo Yan is at the Bronze level in the Demon King Academy.
Because Professor Lilith always boasted in class about tutoring Luo Yan, everyone now knows about it.
The timid and cowardly Nanfu trembled violently when Vivian glared at him with murderous intent, and the courage he had finally mustered vanished instantly.
He released his grip as if he'd been electrocuted, nearly collapsing to his knees on the spot.
"Thump."
A muffled thud.
Nanfu didn't kneel, but the lobby manager's legs went weak first, and he grabbed the counter with both hands, almost kneeling behind it.
She's... Prince Colin's sister?!
He didn't even recognize him and reminded the other party to pay first!
This is truly... A great storm has flooded the harbors of the continent of Gana. His Highness Roxie Collin is the owner behind the "Embrace of Dawn" Grand Hotel!
Everyone in Thunder City knows that the esteemed Lord Punk is merely that other man's servant. Did Duke Edward only come here for his birthday banquet because of the hotel's grand decorations?
This is a stance!
Obviously—
The other party is also waiting to see his "stance"!
Sweating profusely, the manager rushed out from behind the counter under the bewildered gazes of the two men, his gentlemanly smile filled with obsequiousness and ingratiation.
"I... failed to recognize St. Clement's Cathedral. Please forgive my arrogance. I will prepare rooms for the two of you immediately."
He wasn't worried at all that the two were imposters, because such a thing would be exposed in a heartbeat, with Mr. Punk sitting right there in his office.
Especially the boy's appearance, with his deep purple hair and eyes, really does resemble Prince Colin quite a bit, except that his temperament is too different, and the contours of his face are a bit too cute.
This young lady named Vivian, however, didn't quite fit his stereotype of certain nobles, though her willfulness and arrogance did.
Upon hearing the name St. Clement's Cathedral, Nanfu's shoulders trembled slightly, and he hurriedly lowered his head to speak.
"No, no, no, we're the ones who've caused you trouble."
The manager grabbed his head and placed it below him.
"No, no! I'm the one who's caused you trouble!"
Nanfu: "???"
Vivian gave the counter a light, impatient kick.
"Tsk, how much is the room rate? Isn't this enough? Wait for me, I'll have my family send some more."
I never imagined that inflation in the human world would be worse than in hell. The book says that one "Archive" can buy a lot of things, but now it's completely impossible to buy them all.
Fortunately, she had plenty of gold, but she didn't bring too much because she found it troublesome.
Upon hearing this, the manager nearly knelt down again, thinking that the cunning young girl was targeting him. He hurriedly and carefully picked up the silk money bag on the counter and returned it with both hands.
"No, it's free! Please come with me!"
Vivian: "...?"
Vivian and Nanfu were completely confused by the manager leading the way, but they still followed him instinctively.
Is the surname Colin really that famous in the human world?
besides--
Why do we have to pay for meals, but luxury hotels don't?
That's really strange!
The two were clearly unaware that this place belonged to Prince Colin. But that was to be expected; even the Demon King probably wouldn't bother to mention such things.
He already owns this duchy, why would he care about this little thing?
The hotel lobby staff and waiters were in a flurry of activity, just as when His Highness Colin had stayed there, attracting the curious attention of many hotel guests.
Jarvis, a fur merchant who was resting in the lobby bar, called out to a waiter who was rushing by, handed him a silver pound as a tip, and asked curiously what had happened.
The waiter accepted the tip, his face flushed with excitement.
He leaned close to Jarvis's ear and said in a trembling voice, suppressing his excitement, "By Saint Sith, it seems that Prince Colin's younger brother and sister... have arrived!"
Jarvis was taken aback, his mouth agape, and he almost dropped his wine glass.
Does Prince Colin have younger siblings?
He only remembered that the man had a father, whose name seemed to be Nan... uh, what was it again?
That evening, news of Prince Colin's family arriving in Thunder City spread throughout Queen Street and then rapidly throughout the entire city.
Now, it's impossible for "Colin" not to know.
(End of this chapter)
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