Chapter 102
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Josiah hired a carriage and spent more than two hours on a bumpy journey to reach the edge of Noland.
The slow speed of the carriage made Josiah look forward to seeing the vehicles driven by magic power popularized in the World's Fair.
The carriage stopped not far from the entrance of Squirrel Street.
"Sir Magician, this is as far as I dare to send you. Perhaps your curiosity has attracted you here. Be careful of the monsters living on this street."
"Monsters?"
The coachman kindly reminded Josiah as he opened the door of the carriage and alighted. When Josiah was about to ask him another question, the coachman drove the carriage away.
Josiah was no stranger to the term "monsters". Back when he played Dungeons and Dragons, monsters were considered extremely dangerous creatures.
If monsters with deformed tentacles openly lived on the streets of Noland, Josiah felt that the city wouldn't be far from destruction.
In fact, Squirrel Street was much cleaner than Josiah had imagined. Although there were some bits and pieces of trash on the street, at least there weren't any dark red bloodstains or pieces of corpses.
The people walking on the street were basically in a hurry. Only some races with completely different body types would stand on the street and chat with other races.
Josh walked onto Squirrel Street, and he could sense that the atmosphere had instantly changed. There were more and more people looking at him.
The stares also made Hiri, who was beside Josiah, raise the spear-like staff in her hand.
This feeling reminded Hiri of the nights she spent in the forest. In the shadows of the dense forest, there would always be a few malicious creatures staring at her.
"The architectural style of this place will drive anyone who studies architecture crazy."
Josiah sized up the buildings on the street. The biggest feature was that it was too chaotic. The architectural style of the other areas of Noland was at least consistent, but this place was like the random graffiti of architects from several countries, not a few races.
But not long after entering Squirrel Street, Josiah quickly found a hotel called "Black Pigeon."
"We're staying here for the night?" Hiri glanced at the sky. It was already nearing afternoon. If they delayed any longer, it would definitely be dusk.
"If you're afraid, you can sleep with me," said Josiah.
"…"
After hearing Josiah's words, Hiri blushed. Her lips opened and closed, but nothing came out. She could only watch as Josiah walked into the Black Pigeon hotel.
The interior of the hotel was very old and slightly crowded, but the whole place was filled with a strange floral fragrance.
Josh scanned his surroundings, and his gaze soon landed on the reception area of the inn. There was a middle-aged man who looked like a human teaching a few non-human children the most basic magic.
These children even included the half-dragon and the gray cat, two races that were extremely rare in this world.
"This is the Inscription of Vitality, and this is the Flame …"
When Josiah stepped in, the middle-aged man's voice stopped abruptly. He looked up and saw Josiah, and quickly pushed the non-human children away from the front desk.
"Hurry up, there are guests coming …"
He urged the non-human children to run up the stairs. When they disappeared from the second floor, he turned to face Josiah.
"Are you two … planning to stay here for the night?"
He took out a pen and then opened an old notebook. It seemed that he really wanted to help Josiah with the check-in procedures.
Josiah carefully looked at the middle-aged man who looked like a human. Although his expression was a little stiff, Josiah's perception from the bloodline gave Josiah a completely different judgment.
"I didn't expect to meet a fellow demon here."
Josiah's crimson pupils reflected the true appearance of the middle-aged man in front of him. It was a wriggling phantom, without any human form at all.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute Josiah, but finally gave up under Josiah's calm gaze.
"Don't worry, Fraud. I'm just here to look at this hotel."
Josiah knew his identity as a demon. He belonged to a relatively special race among the demons, a race called the Faceless Demons or the Fraud Race.
This race had a certain relationship with the birth of the Chaos Demons. The Swindlers' original form was an erratic gray sphere, but they could change into any shape and form according to their needs.
The stronger the Fraud Race, the more they could change their appearance. The weaker ones could only become humans or ordinary demons, but the stronger ones could successfully change their appearance from a small bird to a large ogre.
Unfortunately, although the Fraud Race could disguise themselves as humans, their appearance was fixed and could not be changed. Otherwise, this race would definitely be the best choice for actors.
Perhaps Josh would also be able to catch a glimpse of Earth's most popular actresses, Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn.
"This … isn't a place you should be."
After his identity was seen through by Josiah, he continued to maintain a calm attitude and said to Josiah in a cold tone.
"You seem to know me?"
Josiah wasn't sure how many demons were wandering in this world and not under the rule of the Lord of the Underworld, but this Fraud Race in front of him was likely one of them.
"…"
In response to Josiah's question, the Fraud Race chose to remain silent. The conversation was instantly interrupted.
Josiah didn't plan to continue making things difficult for him. Although on the surface, Josiah was an unremarkable commoner in Noland, but for those who followed "Beauty and the Demon" or Hearthstone, Josiah was quite famous.
"Don't mind my identity. I'm just an ordinary guest."
Josiah took out a bag of gold coins from his suitcase and placed it on the table. There were about a hundred gold coins inside, which was a huge income for a run-down hotel like this.
"I need to rent all the rooms in your hotel for one to two months. In the next period of time, there will be a group of humans operating here. I don't know if you're willing to accept this deal."
The Fraud Race Race quickly glanced at the gold coins on the table … It seemed like this Demon wasn't the kind of saint who wouldn't be swayed by money.
Rather, he was the kind who was in need of money.
That was easy to deal with.
"This is only a deposit, a tenth of the deposit."
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