Quadruple split

Chapter 111 What’s yours and his’s is mine

Although they are both Wanderer Hostels, the branch in Black Tower City is much larger than that in Kallan City. Mo Tan had already investigated this before when it went online...

Whether it is the floor space, interior decoration or service staff, this place is obviously several grades higher than the small place Junwu was responsible for in Kalan City before. Although there is not much difference in style, no matter the number of guests The waiter's Mandarin level is many times better than the latter.

[It seems that Jun Wu’s previous boss was not just transferred here, but was actually promoted. Tsk, tsk, what should I do if I suddenly feel a little embarrassed~]

Following a certain public-faced waiter who was leading the way, Mo Tan couldn't help but think so, and then he hammered several rows of nails into the coffin board of his conscience, which he made up in his head and should not exist in theory. , for peace of mind.

Because he doesn't have any conscience now, so... the effect is outstanding.

"This little brother~" As he walked, Mo Tan suddenly chuckled at the popular-faced little brother who was leading the way in front of him, and asked absently, "Have we met somewhere?"

The other party hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at him, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't seem to have much impression of you."

"That's right." Mo Tan blinked at him, a little apologetically on his face: "I'm sorry, maybe it's because you look too ordinary..."

There was no apology at all in his words.

The man was also very tolerant, and just replied tepidly, "Everyone says so," and continued to lead the way for Mo Tan.

As mentioned just now, the scale here is much larger than that of Junwu. Although the layout is not complicated, at least there are several independent offices upstairs. The second floor where the local person in charge is located is not a public area, so the arrangement It is not uncommon for a waiter to lead the way.

As for one of Mo Tan's collaborators... let alone an office, he doesn't even have a second floor there.

two minutes later

"It's hard work coming all the way. Mr. Blaine is waiting for you."

A young human man appeared at a corner on the second floor, smiled kindly at Mo Tan, and then nodded to the waiter who led the way: "You go back first, and leave the rest to me."

"Okay, Mr. Lanz." Everyone bowed, then slowly turned around and went downstairs.

Mo Tan followed the man named Lanz and continued walking inside.

The area on the second floor is not much smaller than the hotel lobby, but the layout is completely different. The decorative musical instruments and green plants used to enhance the atmosphere are almost invisible. There are bookshelves with piles of files and individual books everywhere. The small room makes the aisles used for walking seem a bit crowded, and it doesn't look empty due to the sparse staff.

[This is like a 'valuable' Wanderer Inn, or a qualified intelligence organization stronghold. The one in Kallan City is at best a grassroots team. If we really talk about status, even the guy in front of me is probably It's several levels higher than Junwu...]

Mo Tan thought sarcastically, guessing the functions of those rooms. At the same time, he quickly constructed the structure of the hotel in his mind, and then subconsciously compared it with the surrounding environment, and finally concluded that there was no darkroom. in conclusion.

"We're here." Soon, Lanz, who Mo Tan suspected was an executive or the boss's secretary, stopped and opened a door beside him: "Please."

Ordinary room, ordinary layout, bookshelves that should be used only for decoration, not clean and tidy, a long table with a lot of information, and an honest man sitting behind the long table.

This is Mo Tan's first impression of this place...

The last impression may be a bit subjective. After all, in his eyes now, basically everyone can be called an ‘honest person’, including the previously absent-minded, ulterior-minded, and unmotivated waiter with a popular face, they are all honest people~

"Welcome to the hotel." The fat bald dwarf with a big beard stood up and said to Mo Tan with a smile: "Did that kid from Junwu call you here?"

Mo Tan nodded, stepped forward and placed the small box in his hand on the long table: "Yes, this is what he asked me to bring to you."

"You can call me Old Blaine." Blaine Paochui, the former boss of Junwu and now the person in charge of the Traveler Hostel in Black Tower City, smiled kindly at Mo Tan, and then challenged Lanzi who didn't talk much. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Help me make a cup of tea."

The latter immediately went to the other side of the room and got busy.

"Sit down." Brian picked up the small box in front of him and looked at it carefully several times. Then he pointed at the chair opposite him and smiled at Mo Tan: "I thought Jun Wu would do it by himself. He has always been a careful person. child."

The latter spread his hands helplessly and said: "The business in Kalan City has been booming recently. Jun Wu and Weiyang are a little busy, so they have to let me go."

"Well, then you must be someone whom Jun Wu trusts very much." Brian put the epic-quality small box aside and asked curiously: "Are you good friends?"

Mo Tan shook his head and said seriously: "No, I am his second uncle."

"Second eldest..." Blaine looked at Mo Tan dumbfounded. After a while, he twitched his lips and said, "Well, the age of you half-elves is really hard to tell."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Tan shook his head, raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle with deep eyes and said, "It's all because I'm too handsome."

Brian: "..."

"Mr. Blaine, the tea is ready."

Fortunately, Lanz just finished making tea and came over at this moment, which relieved the embarrassment... Of course, it was Blaine's unilateral embarrassment.

"Well, um, this second uncle." Brian didn't know what to call Mo Tan for a while, so he could only ask vaguely: "Has the journey been smooth?"

Mo Tan took a sip of tea and said with a calm expression: "It's okay, but the box was almost lost."

"What!" Blaine was shocked and murmured in a low voice: "Could it be those thieves..."

"Just kidding." Mo Tan smiled: "No one should have the leisure to take away Jun Wu's performance report from last month, right?"

[Xiao Junwu is quite smart. He should have guessed that this is a very important thing. He didn't even tell the truth to his second uncle... By the way, why didn't I know that he had a second uncle before? 】

Blaine gave Jun Wu a thumbs up in his heart and felt relieved at that time.

"Brother Blaine." Mo Tante nodded to the old dwarf like a second uncle: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first. Jun Wu and his second wife are still waiting for me at home."

Blaine tugged at his beard and thought for a long time, not knowing what to say. In the end, he could only laugh twice and said to Lanz, who was also in a daze next to him: "Then you give this... um, what do you call me? ?”

"Gulande Fade." Mo Tan opened his mouth and came.

"Well, then let's send Mr. Fader out." Blaine nodded.

"OK."

[Task: Old safe deposit box, completed]

The pleasant system prompt sounded in Mo Tan's ears.

…

two minutes later

Mo Tan and Lanz appeared at the door of Wanderer Hotel.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fader." Lanz bowed to Mo Tan and said, "Mr. Junwu's... uh... performance report is very important. It's great that it can be safely delivered to Mr. Blaine's hands."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Tan replied absentmindedly: "I'm just dropping by. If you want to thank me, there's no need. Just ask Blaine to take care of little Junwu later."

Lanz immediately nodded and said: "No problem, Mr. Fader."

Mo Tan, who had turned around, turned back and smiled: "Don't be so polite, just call me Fade."

"Okay, Fade." Lanz followed suit.

He didn't notice that the second uncle in front of him, who looked unusually young, quietly made a strange gesture behind his back, while his other hand was holding a ball of leather-like stuff and rubbing it gently.

【What a cynical and good man. 】

Looking at Mo Tan's retreating figure, Lanz, standing at the door of the hotel, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Then……

He suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then he was supported by someone before he fell to the ground because he lost his balance.

"Hey! Tom! What's wrong with you? Tom? Hold on, I'll take you there..."

These were the last words Lanz heard before passing out.

【Who the hell are you? Where are you taking me? 】

He wanted to say this, but he didn't say it.

…

After a while, an alley near the Black Tower City Traveler Hostel

Mo Tan, who was humming a little tune, turned in with a smile on his face and gave a thumbs up to the young man in front of him: "Good job!"

"You're flattered." Cole shook his head and glanced at the large water tank next to him: "This man's physical fitness is very average. It's not troublesome to knock him out."

"Just listen to me when I praise you. Where does all this nonsense come from?" Mo Tan rolled his eyes at him, then knocked on the water tank next to him and said to Cole: "Time is limited, so hurry up and strip him naked as quickly as possible." ."

Cole immediately took out a ball of clothes from behind some wooden boards at his feet and smiled shyly: "Here you go."

"Uh..." Mo Tan covered his face and took a cautious step back: "Don't you have that kind of hobby?"

"No, I just know those plans and I can probably guess a little bit of your thoughts." Cole immediately shook his head and said: "So... Eh!!"

He was horrified to find that the man standing in front of him was not his husband, but the unlucky poet who had been slapped just now.

"It's me." Mo Tan, who had already put on all kinds of clothes, shrugged, then took the clothes in Cole's hands, and said with a smile in his own voice: "Wait for me here, and you must ensure this during this time. The guy won’t wake up, you know?”

Cole nodded dully.

…

Brain's room on the second floor of the Wanderer Hotel in Black Tower City.

Dong dong dong...

"Come in." Blaine said casually as he walked back and forth in the room.

"I'm back." A respectful Lanz opened the door and walked in, saying softly: "The guests have been sent away."

Blaine nodded casually, and then asked abruptly: "So, what do you think?"

"Hide it well." Lanz replied simply and concisely.

"That's right." Blaine chuckled: "We can't let those thieves steal it."

Lanz nodded.

"Put it in 'that' place." The old dwarf pointed to the small box on the long table and ordered: "Keep an eye on it closely these two days. You must know that if possible, those guys will never be willing to go through the formal process." Got it through some means."

Lanz bowed, then walked forward and picked up the quaint little box: "Don't worry."

Then he walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Blaine suddenly stopped him.

"What other orders do you have?" Lanz turned to look at his boss curiously.

"Remember to add more locks, and..." Brian shrugged at his deputy: "Didn't I remind you not to use honorifics before?"

"Okay, Mr. Blaine." Lanz smiled and then left the room lightly.

Just after he closed the door from the outside...

'Lance' glanced at the safe deposit box in his hand, which was of unique epic quality, and rolled his eyes.

[God knows ‘that place’ is ‘which place’. You explained it so unclearly. Even if I wanted to help you put it away, I couldn’t do it~~]

'Lance' showed a sly smile, then straightened his face again, and walked quickly downstairs.

…

ten minutes later

"Okay, Cole, don't make up for it anymore." A smiling 'Lands' appeared in the previous alley and said to Cole, who had just opened the water tank and was about to knock a sap in it: " nailed it."

Cole nodded, then slammed the stick into the water tank, and then asked curiously: "That's great, sir, but what does 'compensatory control' mean?"

Mo Tan: "...Nothing."

He took off the various masks on his face, then changed into a pair of coarse clothes as quickly as possible, threw Lanz's clothes into the water tank, smiled at Cole and said: "Let's go back and take the path. "

"Okay, sir."

"correct."

"Um?"

"In the future, if you meet someone named Gulandfard or Mader, go up and beat him up without saying a word."

"Okay, so what if I can't beat the opponent?"

"Kneel down and call daddy."

"Well……"

…

At the same time, the popular-faced waiter from before appeared tiptoeing in front of a small door on the second floor of the Wanderer Hotel. He first looked around, then showed a sinister smile and took out a short stick from his pocket. stick.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

The high-level thief who belonged to the Black Tower City Thieves Guild whispered.

Snapped……

A crisp sound sounded from behind the door, a faint purple mist escaped from above, and an intermediate magic restriction was instantly broken.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Click...

Two strings of copper locks that had been invisible fell from the door.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Nothing happened...

"Tsk tsk, is it so simple? Fortunately, I prepared it...huh!?"

The public's ears perked up, then his expression changed, and he immediately dodged and rushed into the small door.

Then a livid-faced figure appeared on the stairs not far away...