Candles were lit on the first floor of the hotel. From the window, Dean saw the proprietress sleeping soundly at the counter. The rest of the tenants were asleep in their respective rooms upstairs. The reason why the proprietress slept in the living room downstairs was not for the business at night, but because she was afraid that the tenants would not be able to find her when they woke up in the middle of the night.
Dean knocked on the door.
The proprietress woke up in a daze and muttered, "Who is it? It's not open at night."
"It's me. Open the door," Dean whispered.
When the proprietress heard Dean's voice, she felt it was familiar. She quickly remembered and suddenly woke up completely. Her face changed. She didn't expect Dean, the evil star, to come back. Wasn't he looking for trouble for her? After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly realized that the door would not be able to stop Dean. She hurriedly opened the door and saw Dean standing outside. She immediately smiled and said, "It turns out to be benefactor. It's so late. What's the matter?"
Dean saw that she was unwilling to let him in and knew what she was worried about. He lightly said, "Since you are my benefactor, is it convenient for you to stay for one night?"
The proprietress complained in her heart, but she did not dare to refuse. Although Dean was polite, it was the middle of the night. If she did not let Dean stay, he would most likely be seen by the patrolling guards. If there was any trouble, she would have to blame it on her head. She could only open the door and invite Dean in.
"Give me a room and prepare something to eat." Dean took out two silver coins from his purse and flicked them to her.
The proprietress took the silver coins and smiled bitterly in her heart. For the first time, she felt that the silver coins were hot. But it was better to have money than to have no money. She accepted the silver coins and led Dean to the guest room upstairs with a smile. Then she brought him hot water and snacks.
Dean washed up with hot water, ate the snacks, and rested with Haisha.
He slept soundly until the sun shone in through the window. Dean woke up and felt a little hot. After washing up, he went downstairs with Haisha for breakfast. But it was almost noon, and there were guests coming in to eat.
The little girl who greeted Dean yesterday was surprised to see him in the store again. She whispered to the proprietress.
The proprietress glared at her and told her to take care of Dean and send him away as soon as possible.
Yesterday, Dean killed two people here. She did not want him to come to her door again and use her small hotel as a fighting arena.
Dean ate and drank, enjoying this rare leisurely time. Not long after, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and at the same time, there was a whisper. But the distance was too far, so other people in the shop could not hear it, but Dean frowned when he heard it, but soon returned to normal. A little trouble, for him, was not even a trouble, at most a few more lives would be added to his hands.
He had poisoned hundreds of thousands of people in the inner wall when he was in Silvia. It wasn't a problem to kill millions of people if the army and the big shots didn't deal with this matter properly. Now he didn't care about killing people. Not to mention that these people weren't good people. Although they didn't deserve to die, but he didn't feel the slightest burden in his heart.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, the hotel door was kicked open. Four or five figures rushed in. The sunlight shone from behind them. Everyone looked at them and felt dazzled.
"Who is the boss!" The young man shouted.
Everyone saw that the young man had one eye. He was wearing a black eyepatch. There was a bit of murderous aura around him. He looked like a fierce person.
The proprietress behind the counter was shocked. She immediately saw the helpers behind the man. There were faces that she had seen yesterday. Her heart skipped a beat as she secretly complained. She secretly glanced at Dudian's direction and quickly walked over to those people.
Dean was still eating and drinking as the proprietress walked towards them. He was not in a hurry. If it was too noisy, he didn't mind fighting again. Although he knew that it would happen sooner or later, but he felt that it was necessary to give these people a little chance.
At this moment, a weak voice came from the side: "Sir, you should run away. They are not to be trifled with."
Dean looked at the little girl who tried to persuade him yesterday. Her eyes were full of anxiety. It didn't seem to be a disguise.
Dean looked at her and then at the proprietress who was trying to persuade the one-eyed youth. He sighed softly in his heart: "Don't worry. Continue to serve your dishes. By the way, bring me two sets of tableware."
The little girl's eyes widened. Yesterday's tableware was used to kill people. Did Dean want to kill again?
She didn't dare to ask. Her heart trembled and she retreated.
After Dean finished eating, he saw the proprietress was looking at him. Then the one-eyed youth also looked over. He knew that the matter had come. He played with the knife in his hand and was ready to fight. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hooves outside. There was more than one horse.
Dean's eyes moved slightly as he looked up.
The sound of hooves stopped in front of the hotel. The one-eyed youth who was ready to come forward to find trouble with Dean raised his eyebrows. He was not in a hurry to fight. He turned his head and saw several knights in silver armor lifting the curtain and coming in. Their eyes swept over the pub. They completely ignored the one-eyed youth and the others in front of them. They looked at the proprietress wearing a headscarf: "Are you the proprietress?"
The one who asked the question was a middle-aged knight. He was very accurate in looking at people. From the way the proprietress dressed, he roughly judged that she was one of the people here.
The proprietress was surprised. Her face changed. She quickly put on a smile and said: "Sirs, I am the proprietress here. Would you like to stay or eat?"
The middle-aged knight waited for her to come forward and whispered: "Is there a lord called Dean living here?"
"Dean?" The proprietress froze for a moment. She couldn't help but look at Dean who was not far away.
Dean knew that the middle-aged knight should be the person sent by the lord. He immediately glanced at the middle-aged knight.
The middle-aged knight followed the gaze of the proprietress. He saw Dean calmly glance at him. He immediately understood that Dean was most likely the lord he was looking for. He quickly stepped forward and said: "Excuse me, are you Lord Dean?"
Dean nodded slightly: "Is the lord looking for me?"
The middle-aged knight's attitude was more respectful: "Yes, sir. The lord asked me to bring a letter to you. He said that there is a banquet being held in the capital. He asked if sir would like to go together?"
"Banquet? King's capital? " Dean's eyes slightly moved. He immediately knew what the lord meant. If the lord wanted to go to the king's capital to attend the banquet, he was worried that Dean would run away. Therefore, he specially invited Dean. However, he could not rule out the possibility that the banquet was fake, and that the trap was real, waiting for him to walk right into it. However, the possibility of this was quite low. He felt that this lord would not dare to take the risk when he knew his identity and strength.
He thought for a moment and asked: "When will we leave?"
"The lord will leave tomorrow." The middle-aged knight replied.
Dean nodded: "Alright, I'll go back and talk to him."
The middle-aged knight's attitude became more humble as he saw Dean was so indifferent: "Sir, if there is nothing else then we will leave first."
Dudian nodded.
The eyes of the people in the hotel gathered on Dean after the middle-aged knight and the others left. Especially the one-eyed youth. He slightly opened his mouth as he swallowed his saliva. He felt his limbs were numb and his body was cold.
When the middle-aged knight first appeared, he recognized the Horsetail Crest on the knight's chest. It belonged to Lord Lothar's Knights. He was so frightened that he did not dare to move. After all, his profession was not very honorable, and he relied on the protection of the big shots above him. He thought that these people were here to arrest him, but in the end, they went straight for the young man he was looking for.
The conversation between the middle-aged knight and Dean was heard by all the people in the hotel. Lord Lothian actually invited Dean to the banquet in the capital. What kind of honor was this? What was Dean's identity?
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