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The Magic Lamp Hotel rises abruptly from a dense shade of flowers, mysterious and bizarre, uprooted and lonely, pointing to the night sky.

"The Land of Sand has been passed down for generations, and the gods of heaven accidentally knocked over the oil lamps that illuminated them during their night feasts. Since then, the oil lamp of the god has been dropped into the world, the lamp oil has been turned into a river around the crescent moon oasis, and the lamp has been transformed into the magic lamp hotel. "Standing in front of the Magic Lamp Hotel, Sinbad was as small as an ant.

Gordon looked up at the magnificent structure hewn out of a rocky mountain. It is natural and blended, and there is no trace of the rocks splicing with each other, only revealing a series of natural patterns, which are complex and exquisite, like the mysterious language of the gods.

The whole inn is full of exotic style, and the shape resembles the oil lamps commonly used in the land of sand: the base is flat and perfectly rounded, like the base of an oil lamp. Along the straight rock pillar upward, the lamp is oval and bulging, outlining a full streamline, one end is bent like a ring, shaped like a lamp handle, and the other end is constantly elongated and stretched, gradually shrinking into a slender lamp mouth, the arc is high and upward, as if to take off with wings, and jump straight into the sky.

"Sir, now this inn belongs to the chief of the Sand Fox tribe." Sinbad Road, vaguely pointing out the forces behind the Magic Lamp Hotel. He saw that Gordon was killing people like grass, and he was afraid that the other party would not know the seriousness, and he would be unscrupulous here.

Gordon glanced at the nearby bars and residential areas and walked into the boulder arch of the inn. Inside, it's brightly lit and incense-filled, the floors are covered with brightly coloured woollen carpets, the walls are adorned with ornate brocades and feathers, and eight huge copper hanging trays are hinged and cogwheeled to carry guests up and down the inn's floors.

The valet with a white scarf on his head greeted him, and Sinbad said, "This gentleman wants the best room." ”

"The most expensive one." Gordon casually threw a few silver coins to the manservant, attracting the attention of a servant in the distance.

The manservant bent down to thank him and glanced at Gordon quickly: "There is a palace-like house on the top floor, with a wide view, luxury and comfort, which must be able to satisfy the distinguished guests." But ......"

"Price is not an issue. ”

The manservant hesitated for a moment, and said, "That house is a bit strange, every night the oil lamp cannot be lit, and the candle will be extinguished automatically, even if the lighting stone and the night pearl are used, the light will not come out." Fortunately, the light of the stars and the moon can still shine in. In the past, several noble psychics came to inspect it, but they could not find the reason. Other than that, there was nothing unusual about the room and the guests who stayed were satisfied. ”

Psychic is an honorific title for a practitioner who possesses psychic skills. Gordon groaned slightly, then motioned for the manservant to lead the way.

They ascended to the top floor on hanging pans, surrounded by stacked rock formations, most of which had been hollowed out and hewn into rooms, corridors, and staircases. The palatial room was at the end of the corridor on the top floor, right at the mouth of the upturned lamp, the highest point of the magic lamp.

"This is it, sir." The valet opened the scarlet door, which was painted with gold and silver, and the floor was covered with marble. It is surrounded by columns, separated by screens, and displays various Kitty ornaments in the niches. In the innermost part is a large oval ivory bed, with spice-smoking, a veil hanging low, and a cluster of flowers. Because it was dark, the room was very dark, except for the white moonlight on the windowsill of the dome.

"It's okay." Gordon looked around, but didn't notice anything strange. Sinbad's expression was as usual, and he was not amazed by the magnificence in front of him.

Gordon put the suitcase in the rosewood closet and glanced thoughtfully at the boy.

"Sir, the VIP dining room is on the other side of the hallway." The manservant bowed down the rocky staircase, twisting and turning, into a dirty, cramped storage room, and closed the door with his backhand.

Then he crouched down and pumped from the shaft of his boot

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He took out a short dagger and pried it into the ground to dig up a stone brick. Underneath is a small hollow hole that hides a charcoal, a stack of paper, and a glass bottle filled with yellow liquid.

"At about six o'clock on Thursday night, I checked into the top suite of the Magic Lantern Hotel on the 13th, accompanied by a local boy, who should be the guide. There are currently no anomalies on the 13th, which remains for observation. The valet took a charcoal pen, wrote the passage on paper, and copied another copy. Then he opened the glass bottle and poured a few drops of yellow liquid onto the two sheets of paper, the black charcoal letters slowly disappearing, and the paper became blank again.

This is a confidential way to transmit messages, and if a special liquid is added to them, the handwriting will reappear on the paper.

The valet put one of the pieces of paper and other objects back into the pit, embedded the stone bricks, put away the other, and walked out of the storeroom. Every night at ten o'clock, a garbage truck will stop at the back door of the hotel, and this information will be sent to the crescent oasis branch of the Blood Prison Society on time and without error.

"Sinbad, are you a local?"

Inside the dining room, servants streamed in with shiny silver plates. Gordon ordered a table full of dishes, but he couldn't find anything to boost his source power and body. No matter what country it is, cultivation resources are monopolized by the powerful, and they have no price and are rarely leaked.

"Yes, sir." Sinbad stood by and lifted the lid one by one, and Gordon noticed the rapid beating of his heart.

"Are your parents still alive?" Gordon asked, secretly observing the diners around him. Most of them were foreign merchants, as well as a few scattered tourists.

Sinbad lowered his head, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyebrows: "Sir, they are dead, may Allah bless their souls with peace." ”

"How did you die?" Gordon asked casually, holding out his hands.

"Yes...... Sick and dead. Sinbad picked up the kettle and rinsed Gordon's hands. Picking up a knife again, he began to cut the smoked hump meat, roast whole lamb, steamed fat goose and fried chicken.

"Are you living alone now?" With his right hand, Gordon grabbed a piece of hump meat, dipped it in pepper, herbs, and salt from a small plate, and coated it in shortbread. In most parts of the Capricorn and Scorpio domains, people only eat with their right hand, and the left hand is considered unclean and used to wipe feces.

“…… Well, yes. Sinbad sprinkled cumin spices on a plate of pilaf and poured good date wine for Gordon.

"You can stay with me for a while."

"Ah, I won't bother you. I, I'm not used to living in such a nice place. ”

"What do you do for a living when you are not a guide?"

"I ...... Sometimes I write letters for people. ”

"For whom?"

Gordon's problems came one after another, and Sinbad struggled to cope with them. Finally, when Gordon had eaten the last ball of pilaf and drank the last jar of honey water, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay for the time being, you go back first, and come over at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Gordon cleaned his hands, opened the lid of the enamel pocket watch and looked at the time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.

"Yes, sir, I'll be there on time." Sinbad bowed, turned away, wiped the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, it was so difficult to serve a person to eat.

Gordon walked back to his room, pulled off a head, and tucked it between the crack in the door. When he goes out, if someone sneaks in, the door wire will fall when pushed open, and he will know immediately when he returns.

Walking to the dome ledge, Gordon leaned down to look down for a moment, then pulled out a hidden gray mesh mask from the zipper of the collar of his snakeskin trench coat and put it on. With the palm of his hand, he jumped out of the ledge, climbed down against the rock of the outer wall, and jumped like an ape, always hiding in the shadow of the building.

On tiptoe, Gordon turned over lightly and fell silently into the dense green shade next to the hotel, waiting quietly. A little more than two minutes later, Sinbad walked out of the hotel door.