Sitting in the corner of the lobby, Charlotte remained silent, observing in the shadows what was happening in the hotel.

The officer from Hosson broke into the lobby of the hotel on this summer night with eight of his men, dressed in shiny armor, the chain mail carefully crafted by Hocent's craftsmen. Each lock on the chainmail was gleamingly maintained, and a knight's half-sword was worn around his waist, and the antler badge of Horcente was worn on the left chest of the chainmail, and on the right chest was the emblem of a roaring black bear.

This shows his status as a nobleman, and in the country of Hosent, which lacks war horses, only nobles with territories can equip expensive war horses.

The officer, who was about thirty years of age, showed his pride in the rough way he pushed the door when he entered the lobby. He stood in front of the door, his subordinates lined up in two rows, and swept across the lobby with a sly eye on him.

Every drinker who looked at him looked away in silence, and the conversation came to an abrupt end, except for the beep of the fireplace in the lobby and the sound of the proprietress wiping the dishes, except for the clanging of forks and plates on the table in the corner.

This attracted the attention of the aristocratic officer, who looked at Charlotte and the others in the corner with great courage, but his eyes were fixed at the moment he saw Elle in a blue and white gorgeous dress.

Frankly speaking, putting aside the inner nature of being troublesome and having a disordered head, Elle is definitely cute from the outside. In terms of cuteness, it can only be described by words like 'the first cutie in the world at night' in a certain anime.

And this description is definitely not an exaggeration.

Therefore, one can imagine the expression of the noble officer of Horcente when he saw Er, his brown pupils first dilated and then contracted, and Elle's dress showed that she was not ordinary.

He filtered through his mind, remembering that he had never seen such a lovely girl in the aristocratic community of Hossente, so he frowned and looked away thoughtfully. Strode to the bar as planned, but waved his hand and let four of his men stand guard at the door.

But Charlotte felt that the aristocratic officer had become suspicious of the group. His disciples were also aware of it, wiping the food scraps from their lips and watching what happened.

Looking at the faintly held door, the drinkers in the hotel lobby secretly complained. At this time, in addition to the undisguised sound of El's forks colliding in the lobby, only the dull sound of military boots stomping on the ground remained.

Even the proprietress who wiped the bright plate behind the bar put the plate down, and her face, which was originally hidden in the shadow of the candlelight, also brought a bit of three-dimensional and clear flattering smile.

Just like the expression of a woman in the market when she sees a powerful person, the proprietress asks a little timidly in her flattery, "My lord, do you need anything?"

The aristocratic officer sat down on the high stool in front of the bar, and he slapped the knight's half-sword on the bar, not apologetic for the shaking of the pots and jars around him. He pointed to the gem-encrusted hilt with his index finger and looked at the proprietress with a smirk.

"Of course, as you can see, I need a lot. ”

"How's the tequila? It's made with the fullest grain in the north, and it's served with refreshing oysters, and I promise you'll be satisfied. ”

The proprietress said, expertly concocting a glass of pale blue wine for the officer. The aristocratic officer smiled inexplicably, picked up the cup and drank it down. At last, he exhaled a breath of wine, and his brown eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"But I'm not satisfied. ”

The proprietress was stunned, perhaps realizing something, and the flattering smile on her face gradually faded, "Then what else do you need?"

The officer waved his hand, encompassing everyone in the lobby, "Look at all this, if it weren't for Horcent, if it weren't for us, would you still be here drinking wine and discussing all kinds of trivial things?"

The drinkers were visibly resistant to his words, and everyone was silent, some gulping down ale, others clenching their fists.

"But there are people who want to break this hard-won peaceful life! This morning, maybe the early hours of the morning, whatever! Anyway, three military mages and two priests of the Temple of Tyranny have been murdered, think of anyone with such energy! I can't think of a second name other than Herbert's remnants!"

The proprietress said in a calm and slightly flustered voice, "Then you shouldn't have asked me, I'm just a woman who runs a hotel." I'm afraid...... Ahh

The aristocratic officer grabbed the proprietress by the collar from outside the bar, and the well-groomed cloth shirt could not withstand his violence, revealing a full spring light.

"Listen!" the aristocratic officer was oblivious to the alluring scenery, glaring at the proprietress with the cruel eyes of a predator, "I don't want to hear you say that some daughter of the eastern part of the town is about to get married, and that there is a bastard who can't open the pot and went to the Black Forest to poach and die on the spot, or how strong your agave taste is!

There was a commotion in the lobby, but the eight warriors drew their swords at their waists and suppressed the drunkards in a fierce manner.

The officer ignored it and continued to say in a cold tone, "I know you have some inexplicable connection with the rebels, but I don't want to pursue it all on the condition that you tell me where they are! The bastards who murdered my comrades should pay for their stupidity!"

It was only at this moment that fear appeared in the eyes of the proprietress . Cold sweat oozed from her sideburns, and she shivered for a moment, shaking her head at the officer's murderous gaze.

"How do you think that an ordinary innkeeper would have a connection with them......?

Syllable!

Slap mercilessly. The aristocratic officer slammed the proprietress with his protective palm, who spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched a few bright red teeth, and half of his face was visibly swollen.

"Sit down, sit down!" the warriors shouted as they sat down a few of the drinkers who stood up.

In front of the bar, the officer continued.

"Maybe I should remind you and help you recall some memories that are far away. How did you open your hotel? How much did that old fellow from Austin invest in your underground mistress? Save it, ma'am! I'm also a nobleman, and I know all the tricks of the noble, and he doesn't take you to heart, and you will never get out of his heart. Now, are you sure you have to pay for that old man's life?"

The proprietress turned her head miserably, blood was streaming from the corners of her mouth, and the slap had ruined her original charming face, "You're right, but how can a bastard who never took me to heart tell me where he is now?"

"You're right, I'm sorry!" a sudden apologetic smile suddenly appeared on the noble officer's calm and vicious face, "I mean, sorry for everything I'm going to do next!"

The officer who drew the dagger from his waist grabbed the hand of the proprietress at a speed that no one could react to, and stabbed him fiercely without saying a word. In an instant, blood splattered, and the proprietress collapsed backwards with a wail, but she could only rest her puffy face on the bar due to the pull of the officer.

In front of her eyes was a bloody finger that she had used to wipe the plate a moment earlier.

"Now—" The officer's tone was still calm, but with a chilling ferocity, "can I get what I want from you?"

"Linda!X his uncle!" a drunkard yelled with a thick red neck, "Lotsente bastards, think of who helped your hot roast chicken when you were down, who gave your family the copper so that your family would not starve to death and freeze to death, do you plan to let the flowers of our town wither here!?"

Bang dang!

The glass was thrown to the ground, splashing yellow liquid with pottery shards. As the leading drinker rushed up in a rage, the tavern lobby was like being splashed with sparks, and it boiled instantly!

"Kill them! these damned QJs, invaders!"

"Despicable Hostents, get the hell out of Lotsente!"

"Give back the lives of my wife and children, bastards who deserve to go to hell!"

Right before Charlotte's eyes, this group of unarmed drunkards spoke out the hearts of the people of Locente.

Because of that middle-aged woman, they rioted!