Almost every town on the continent of Azeroth has an Adventurer's Inn that caters to adventurers registered with the Guild of Professions, and Sweetwater Well is no exception. This inn was originally opened in the hometown of "Dawn Elliot", but it was later converted into a military fortress by the orcs, and named Hammer Town, and the hotel had to be moved.

Anyone can open an Adventurer's Inn with only one condition: it is authorized by the professional union.

Speaking of the organization of professional unions, everyone in the continent of Azeroth knows about it, but no one knows about it.

She is said to be known to everyone because this union has branches of professional trade unions under its jurisdiction, covering almost all existing occupations. And no one knows about her, because the specific structure of this organization is never disclosed to the public, and the location of the headquarters is even more secret.

It is strange that such a mysterious behemoth is not suspected, and about 300 years ago, such a group of people stood up, publicly accused the professional unions of being politically leaning, and broke away en masse, forming a single professional organization of their own, which was the Cenarion Council of the Druids. Ironically, 300 years later, the Cenarion Council has become a semi-political organization with its own domain and guard, while the professional unions are still the same, always with an adventurous spirit and absolute neutrality.

As a result, the professional unions were recognized by almost all the countries on the continent of Azeroth, after all, the rulers needed adventurers, but they were afraid of political organizations, and supported reassuring professional unions, which in disguise avoided the emergence of a second Cenarion Council.

The Adventurer's Inn in Sweetwater Well Town is not large, located at the end of West Street, and there is a spear standing next to the door. When the three of them arrived, it was already dark, and the hotel with the lights on was still full of people, Cheng Xiaotian was depressed, and he lowered his head and rushed inside.

There was a table by the door, and a little boy in the robe of a magic apprentice was sitting on his lap, and he immediately jumped out when he saw this.

"Hey, hey, hey...... You stop! The little boy stopped Cheng Xiaotian and stretched out his hand to push him out.

"What's going on?" Cheng Xiaotian was inexplicable, but he couldn't compete with the child, so he had to let him push himself out.

After Cheng Xiaotian was launched, the little boy pointed at him and coaxed and scolded: "The Adventurer Hotel only accepts members, and idlers are not allowed to enter!"

"Member?" Cheng Xiaotian was even more depressed when he heard this, why didn't everything go well today? I seem to have only been a member of Feiyan Internet Cafe, where can I get a member of this hotel?

Youyou watched "Eat" and snickered on the side, and when she saw Cheng Xiao sullenly and turned around to leave, she hurriedly stopped him and said, "My lord, you haven't been to the Adventurer's Hotel yet, have you?" If you have registered with the Mage's Guild, that is your membership credential. ”

With that, he walked to the table, raised his left hand, and lightly pressed it on a stone slab. Cheng Xiaotian stared with bated breath, only to see the white light on the stone slab flashing, and Youyou immediately retracted his hand.

The little boy glanced at it, and a row of magical texts appeared on it that only he could understand: Ghost, Undead Woman, Psychic Apostle......

"Oh, you can go in, ma'am." The little boy said politely to Youyou.

"That's it? Who's ...... Here you come. Cheng Xiaotian looked amused, and dragged Hernandez to let him go first.

Weapon making is a university in cultivation, but what is refined is generally magic weapons, and he has never seen such an interesting gadget.

Hernandez shook his head and stepped forward, pressing his palm on the stone slab, the white light flashed, the little boy glanced at it, and suddenly changed color!

"Knight of the Light! El......" The little boy exclaimed, but Hernandez raised his hand to stop him, and the boy quickly covered his mouth. The identity of the traveler must never be revealed, and neither the president of the professional union nor the king of the host country has the right to inquire about it.

"Be mindful of your responsibilities." Hernandez pointed at Cheng Xiaotian and said.

Cheng Xiaotianxin said that it was my turn, and at that moment he hurriedly walked to the table, took a deep breath, used his spiritual power, raised his right palm and pressed it on the stone slab, closed his eyes and sensed it carefully, and ...... after a long time

"Sir, please change your other hand......" said the little boy weakly.

Cheng Xiaotian opened his eyes, only to see no reaction on the stone slab, it seems that he should use his left hand when registering. But that's fine, the circle on the stone slab just now hasn't been read yet, so change hands and continue.

Carrying the spiritual power in his left palm, Cheng Xiaotian pressed it again, and it only took a moment for a complete magic circle to be reflected in his mind. This circle is divided into three parts, one for reading, one for storage, and one for display, and the whole workflow is similar to that of a card reader, which is completely different from that of a cultivator.

"This circle...... That's interesting, huh...... Well? Why didn't anyone speak? Cheng Xiaotian was proud, and suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and quickly opened his eyes.

"Aha!" A burst of joking laughter came, and Cheng Xiaotian looked back but saw no one.

"You liar." The voice came again, and this time Cheng Xiaotian heard it clearly, it turned out to be from under his feet.

Looking down, Cheng Xiaotian was taken aback, only to see a meter-tall villain standing at his feet, staring at a pair of big dark eyes, looking at himself. Oh...... It's not big dark eyes, it's a pair of jet-black mechanical sunglasses, and it looks like a World War II pilot......

"In the middle of the night, you're wearing sunglasses and pretending to be a ghost?!" Cheng Xiaotian said angrily, forgetting that he was also wearing sunglasses......

This is not a child, but a dwarf man of normal height, who looks about twenty years old, about the same age as Cheng Xiaotian.

The gnomes live in the middle of the Eastern Kingdom, next to the territory of the dwarves, and are famous for their mechanical manufacturing and extraordinary magical talents.

"You're the ghost, your whole family is a ghost, wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night, what kind of big-headed ghost are you?!" The dwarf said as he tiptoed into Cheng Xiaotian. Cheng Xiaotian really couldn't fight back against such a little person, so he had to hold back the fire, gritted his teeth and let him hit him.

In the middle of the night, the sunglasses hit the sunglasses, and the onlookers couldn't help laughing.

"Gentlemen, are you still in the hotel?" The little magic apprentice who was guarding the door said with a smile.

The two of them, who were bumping into each other, were stunned when they heard this, and finally remembered that it was not early, and they were afraid that there would be no room if they were late.

"Go away, it's my turn!" The dwarf tried his best to break Cheng Xiaotian to the side, but he couldn't shake it slightly.

Cheng Xiaotian waved his hand for a long time, and the dwarf retreated three steps in response.

"Young master, I'm not done yet!" Cheng Xiaotian shook down his sleeves, stretched out his left hand, looked at the puffing dwarf triumphantly, and slapped it on the stone slab.

The slate didn't react......

"Ahh The dwarf clutched his stomach and laughed.

Cheng Xiaotian's face was hot, and he was so angry that he changed his right hand and pressed it, he thought that it was because of the spiritual power that interfered with the magic circle just now, but now he pressed it with his bare hands, it should be no problem, right? However......

"Aha!" The dwarf pointed at Cheng Xiaotian and stomped his feet with a smile.

"Are you sure, sir, that you are really registered with the professional union?" The little magic apprentice asked with a glare, two big words written on his face - you are a liar!

Cheng Xiaotian was shocked when he heard this, and finally came to his senses, register? I've signed up for a hair! What Xiaotian-Elliot has a five-cent relationship with me Cheng Xiaotian!

"No, I'm sure this gentleman is registered with the Wizards' Guild." Hernandez stepped forward and said.

"Angs...... I can trust you, sir, but this ......" The little magic apprentice grimaced, gesturing at the unresponsive slate.

The scene was at an impasse.

Just when Cheng Xiaotian was annoyed and angry, and was about to flee in the wilderness, the faint eyes that had been thinking about it lit up: "My lord, you might as well take off your shoes and try it with your feet!" ”