The brave man who runs a hotel in an RPG

After a sumptuous dinner, we went back to Kane’s room and played a game of size comparison with the dice that came with the board game. Simple size comparison was too monotonous, so Windsania made a new rule, which is: The person with the highest points can make a request to the person with the lowest points, which cannot be refused.

As far as I am concerned, with the addition of this penalty rule, the purpose of the game has changed from simply winning to "I want to hear what the other party can't usually hear". I glanced at Kane and thought it was a game. A good opportunity to be ashamed to play, eager to try immediately.This time I prayed to God Jesus and the Greek gods, and the western world has to be governed by the western gods.

——However, it was useless, and the winners were all Winsania.

Fortunately, Wensania was merciful to us African refugees, and the punishment measures were mostly trivial things that could be achieved with gestures, such as asking me to scare one of the guests around the bed sheet, and asking Kane to sing a traveler's song that is popular in towns and cities. Cantonese nursery rhymes, let Dieter do ten push-ups on the spot and so on.

The long-term one-sided situation is a breeding ground for low morale. At my strong request, Winsania changed the rules of the game: the person with the lowest points can give an order to anyone with higher points than him, and the other party must faithfully follow through .

The three refugees had their day, and the first one to stand out was Dieter. Dieter thought hard for a long time, and I gave him a salary increase of 1 silver coin for the roll call, and he couldn't be counted under Kane's account. This is what I have seen The most bizarre punishment method, not only lacks new ideas, but also seriously hurt my trust in him as a shopkeeper. When I turned around, I ordered Dieter to pay 1 silver coin to the hotel unconditionally every month. Ya and Kane looked at one gloating and the other sighed again and again, I knew they thought I would take revenge.

"This is killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, you all should learn from it." I said disdainfully.

Don't try to challenge the authority of the store owner, even Kane has no privilege...for now.

The sound of rain outside the window didn’t stop, and we played big and small games until ten o’clock in the evening. The good baby Dieter, who always had a regular schedule, got sleepy at 09:30. Speaking of which, we did nothing but play all day today. So why do I feel more tired than usual?But I am so tired that I wish I could do it a few more times.

Since it was time to go to bed, it was natural to go back to each house and find each bed. Dieter and Winsania said good night and retreated first, while I stayed where I was.

Kane's eyelids drooped a little, he yawned in a small arc and looked up lazily at me, and said with some doubts: "It's already this point and no one has come, the guide said the wrong time to trigger the side mission ?"

It’s the first time I’ve seen Kane’s crime-provoking appearance. With the ambiguous atmosphere of the two alone, a small flame ignited in my heart, and I was so scared that I quickly extinguished it. I didn’t do that kind of thing. just stayed.

I pulled Kane to the edge of the bed and pressed him down. He sat up and looked up curiously like a cub waiting for my next move. I bent down and started to untie the first collar of his robe. Button, Kane's body stiffened instantly, he pressed my hand, and said in a low voice: "...I, I just do it myself."

I ignored him, and continued to untie the second and third ones. His delicate collarbone was exposed, and his chest rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of his breathing. Kane was wearing a close-fitting black singlet under his heavy robes. The thin lines of the body are clearly visible, I breathed stagnantly, drove away the impure thoughts in my mind, and focused on the work at hand. I hung the robe I took off on the hanger beside the bed, and Kane moved all the way. He didn't move, his fingers were tightly grasping the edge of the bed, and he buried his head uneasily.

I pulled the folded quilt at the end of the bed and shook it off, and then covered Kane's body with a huff, and patted his face: "When Dieter called sleepy, you were actually sleepy, right? I'll take care of the side missions. sleep."

——Don't look at me like this, I sometimes want to be gentle and do my duty as a lover. Being handsome is not only for Kane who abuses monsters.

Kane looked a little dazed under the quilt. After a while, he lifted the quilt covering his head and said bluntly, "I thought you..."

"Oh, you thought I was going to treat you..." I imitated his tone and said at the end meaningfully.

Kane was interrupted by me, so he just shut up and didn't say a word.

"Why don't you sleep and I'll go?" I asked.

"..." Kane moved his lips, I lowered my head to listen, but he pulled off my collar with a tight neck, and he gave me a tender kiss.

It's a pity that this kiss was just a taste of it. At the end, Kane pushed me away, who was still unsatisfied, and retreated into the bed with the whole person: "Good night, Al."

I touched the wet marks on the corners of my lips, and looked at Kane, who only had blond hair protruding from the quilt, and felt a little funny.This revenge is really...

Helping him turn off the light and leave the room, I stretched my waist and walked to the front desk to sit down.

(There are less than two hours until tomorrow, where are the key people who have agreed.)

"Master Brave, please don't be impatient, the other party is coming soon." The guide comforted me ineffectively.

That's not what he said the day before yesterday.

……

I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I heard a "bang bang" knock on the door.

--coming!

I got up from the sofa in three steps and took two steps to the front of the hotel and opened the door. Under the constant light at the door, I could clearly see the face of the visitor.

"Housing."

The girl dressed like a baroque doll expresses her wishes clearly and simply.

She looked very young, holding a lace-covered parasol in her hands with white fingertips, and the ends of flaxen hair were dripping water.It is worth mentioning that this young lady has beautiful pale eyes, but... anyone can easily recognize that these eyes are just decorations that don't work, because they don't move.

This daughter of the city lord, who seemed to have run away from home, was a blind woman who could not see, but such a blind woman traveled long distances to the town of travelers alone, and even found my hotel in the rainy night and knocked on the door of the hotel.

Could it be a ghost?

I peeked at the girl's feet, and her shadow was clearly reflected in the crystal clear puddles.

"Household." The girl repeated, her eyes were not focused.

"Oh, please, please come in." I wanted to help her, but she turned away from my support as if she could sense it.

The girl put away her * umbrella and leaned over to give me a decent salute, then walked into the hotel gate with a very awkward posture.

"The hearing of blind people is very keen. Although I can't see, I can hear your movements."

She stood in the center of the front desk and said something lightly, as if explaining the behavior just now.

I don't know how to pick it up. After all, I have never interacted with aristocratic women in high society. The way she speaks has a subtle sense of superiority, and her accent and grammar are different from ordinary people. Being cowardly is extremely normal.

Following a crisp jingling sound, the girl took out a gold coin from her small bag, slowly moved to the counter and put it on it, then walked straight to the corridor of the guest room as if she could see it.

I closed the door first and went to collect a wet gold coin, then reminded her: "The deluxe room is the one at the back!"

She nodded to me invisibly, and then disappeared behind the corner.

After a while, the guide asked me, "Did the brave man realize something was wrong so quickly?"

(Yes.)

I promise it's not my blind eye.

The reason why the girl walked so strangely was because she was covering up one thing——hiding the fact that someone was leading her forward.

It's really interesting, I thought it was a scene of running away from home, but I didn't expect it to be a scene of elopement with non-human creatures.

"As expected of a brave man." The guide flattered me.

(But why haven't I received the side mission yet?)

"You need to wait a little longer, and you can actually trigger the first ring of the side mission after that lady falls asleep," the guide said.

What must be done after she sleeps... I know.

(You don't want me to go back to my old job, do you?)

"Master Brave has already guessed it, so why do you need to ask more questions?"

(You just mentioned the first ring. Are there many rings in this mission?)

"Yes, a lot."

I rubbed my forehead, thinking that I would just send this young lady to the mercenary union. Sure enough, there is no such good thing in the world, and the Creator will not let go of a chance to torment me.

At one o'clock in the morning, the sound of rain mixed with a little wind added a tense atmosphere to this long night. I drank a bottle of anti-fatigue medicine to refresh myself and lay down in front of the door of the luxurious room, with my ears attached to the door panel, listening carefully. movement.

The girl's dream talk is full of weird flavors. If the guide didn't swear that there are no supernatural factors in this branch, I would never squat here. I really want to know how this girl and the previous one who loves to tell ghost stories What indirect relationship does the passenger have.

The girl in the luxurious room has been talking to herself, that is not a language I can understand, she seems to be talking to someone for a while, and seems to be dictating a diary for a while, imitating the sounds of some animals from time to time, and giggling from time to time Laughing, and sometimes crying out of breath.

There are only a few sentences in the girl's incoherent sleep talk that are the common language of this world, and every sentence is mind-boggling:

The first sentence - "I heard your heartbeat, I know you are there."

The second sentence - "Wei Ya said that what is transparent is a ghost."

The third sentence - "Have you pulled it well, why can't I feel it?"

The fourth sentence - "It's amazing, will I also become transparent?"

There is no more information beyond these four sentences.

After switching from the wiretapping system, the creepy aftertaste of coldness still lingers on my body, and even though the prompt sound of "received the side mission: Magic Sun ([-])" immediately sounded in my ears, I couldn't calm down.

What the wiretapping system can hear must be sleep talk. Of course, I don't think she is talking to creatures I can't see in the room, but why on earth do I have such a strong chill.