There were checks everywhere in the Sacred City. Everyone had to go through a strict procedure to verify their identity. Luckily, Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue had received a lot of attention from the national team. The Pearl Institute and the Imperial College had given them another identity, allowing them to move freely in and out of the country. They would not be targeted by people with bad intentions.
"Are you two students?" the owner of the hotel asked.
"Yeah, she's from the Alps Institute. We're from China University. Here are our student cards," Mo Fan took out his student ID.
The owner of the hotel was a young man with bald hair. A person without a hairline would look very old.
As soon as he entered the store, his eyes were constantly checking out the two beauties beside Mo Fan. Li Yu 'e was a pure and unique beauty, while Mu Ningxue was a seductress. No matter where she went, she would attract the attention of a bunch of people.
After checking in, the owner reminded Mo Fan that the law enforcement officers of the Sacred City would come to inspect the rooms before nightfall. They had to open the door for inspection no matter what they were doing.
"So you're saying that we have to wait until nightfall?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, of course, if you're quick enough, you can do it during the day too," the young man said with a smirk. The young man said with a wicked grin. He did not forget to glance at Mu Ningxue, who was walking down the stairs with her slender waist and round buttocks swaying elegantly.
"Bullshit, I can tell that your hairline is the result of indulging in debauchery when you were young. My thick hair shows that I'm full of energy!" Mo Fan retorted.
"Cough cough, I'm only twenty-five. I'm still a virgin. I say, brother, you're hogging two girls by yourself. You're really a role model for us Eastern men … you must be rich, right? "the bald owner said.
"I can't talk to you anymore," Mo Fan paid the bill and left. He deserved to be single for the rest of his life. How could he not understand something as important as personal charm!?
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I still have something to tell you." The hotel owner stopped Mofan and began to say in a serious tone, "Here's the thing. If you want to travel freely in the Holy City and not be stopped for questioning every hour, it's best to bring a European, preferably an Italian."
"Why?" Mofan was puzzled. "Is there racial discrimination in the Sacred City?"
"Of course, there's no racial discrimination in the Holy City, but you should know that it's easy to send the King of Hell, but it's hard to deal with the little ghosts. The people in charge of the inspection have a lot of prejudice. Generally speaking, when they see a group of foreigners, they basically have to figure out their three measurements. So, my shop rents a guide with brown hair, a high nose bridge, and blue eyes. It's not expensive, just a thousand a day," said the hotel owner.
"Are you robbing me? How many Ukrainian Black and White Silk Threads are there?! "
"Brother, you're very knowledgeable. But my price is very reasonable. It's fine, you can experience it for a day. You'll come back to me soon, "said the hotel owner.
"I don't need it, I have my own. I don't think the Sacred City discriminates at all. It's people like you who only know how to scam their own people!" Mofan snapped.
"Hehe, you're being too serious."
…
Mofan was not going to spend a thousand a day. It was a thousand pounds, too. He could afford to keep a cheap girl in his country. Why would he want a tour guide with a big nose like him?
Mo Fan Summoned Apas when they arrived at the back of the house.
Apas had been asking to come out and wander around since they entered the city. However, Mofan did not agree to it, considering how eye-catching it would be if he brought three beautiful women with him.
Apas was not only of European descent. She looked like the Nuwa of Europe. She was definitely a goddess in European mythology. She might have fallen into the evil Medusa, but it did not affect her seductive beauty at all.
Legend had it that Medusa's beauty was comparable to Athena's. As the daughter of the first Medusa, Apas had inherited Medusa's beauty, which was as perfect as a work of art.
"Are you sure you're fine?" Mofan asked Apas seriously.
"I guarantee it with my life!" Apas raised her hand.
Apas was a beast, too. The Golden Dragon's eyes in the Sacred City were comparable to Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes. It could see through every demon creature that set foot in the Sacred City. However, Medusa's eyes were the strongest eyes of deception in the world. The only thing the Golden Dragon could not see through was her bloodline.
"Go and register with the Pearl Institute," Mofan said.
"Mm, an intern!" Apas was overjoyed. She liked her identity as an intern. She would visit the Pearl Institute whenever she was free. She would use her unparalleled beauty to attract the jealousy of the b * tches, before slapping them in the face with her powerful magic. She would never get tired of it!
"She's … she's my cousin, please register her for me," Mofan returned to the young, bald man.
Apas enjoyed hugging Mo Fan's arm. It did not matter how much she wanted the assh * * * to die a horrible death. She would always act like an obedient little girl next door in front of others.
The bald man had just witnessed Mofan and Mu Ningxue behaving intimately with each other, yet Mofan was now carrying an innocent and seductive European girl with him. He almost wanted to die. It's over, it's over. What little hair I have left is going to fall out in this heartbreak tonight.
"Is … is she a student too?" the bald man asked, unable to hold back his tears.
"Mm, this is her student card," Mofan said.
"Why didn't she register with you just now?" the bald man asked.
"She went shopping by herself," Mofan said.
"Big brother, I just bought a short rural skirt. Can I wear it for you later?" Apas was a professional at acting coquettishly. Her long legs were pressed together, and her soft body was stuck between the man's arms and chest like a snake. Her charming pout was enough to win the heart of a thirty-year-old man with a girl's fetish.
"You … you should go upstairs now," the bald man covered his nose. He felt like his nose was about to bleed.
Mofan brought Apas upstairs. The registration of all the hotels in the Sacred City was the second layer of inspection. Mofan would not let the owner suspect anything. If the owner was suspicious, he would immediately report it to the Sacred City's Town Security.
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