"Really, why can't this guy even close his mouth to the hot springs?" Draenor followed Glori back to the room, he couldn't be depressed any longer, he finally soaked in the hot spring for a while, but there was such a person as Glori by his side chattering for a night, which was really a bit devastating.

He turned his head to look at Glori, who was already lying on all fours on the bed and snoring, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This guy looks polite, and he snores louder than a donkey, but at least it's not as annoying as when he speaks." Draenor sighed, took a drink of the lemonade poured by the bed, and then fell asleep on the bed.

Dieara is surprisingly quiet in the middle of the night, as if the whole village is thinking about the quality of sleep of the tourists, and only the rustle of the bonsai on the balcony can be heard when the breeze blows through it.

"Let me ask you again, have you ever seen such a tall man with dark blue hair and a maiden of about a hundred years of Misalan by his side?"

Wake up by the noise coming from the window, Draenor followed the sound to the balcony, and looked downstairs through the metal fence to see several men in black trench coats surrounding an innocent young man asking something.

"It's Desmag's people! Damn, this group of people is really haunted! Draenor gritted his teeth in anger, and was about to turn around to wake up Viklico next door, but saw that she was already crouching on the balcony next to her, watching the actions of everyone downstairs.

"Shh......h Jeanne already felt that something was wrong. Now calm down, I gave the squire a little hush money, and he probably won't say anything. Vicilico whispered to Draenor.

"My good gentlemen, I really haven't seen the two people you mentioned, we are here at the resort, the guests are resting, please keep your voice down, if you have nothing else to do, please go back!" The young male attendant replied pleadingly to the men in black.

Several men in black nodded to each other in understanding, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

"They're gone, but they'll come back sooner or later." Draenor breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Vickyrico.

"Breakfast! What to eat for breakfast? Is it time for breakfast!? Unexpectedly, Glori turned around and got up from the bed, and he went straight to the balcony and shouted with his hands dancing.

"Breakfast! Where is it? Bacon omelette, black tea, bagel ......"

The men in black heard the movement and immediately turned their heads, and they found Viklico and Draenor standing on the balcony, one of them pointed to the balcony and shouted something, and the men in black around immediately rushed to the back door of the hotel.

"Damn! Glori, what is wrong with you! Draenor tugged at the collar of Grori's pajamas, only to find that he was still snoring with his eyes closed.

"Dream talk? Don't you have a little time to settle down? ”

Draenor went back to the house and picked up the box containing the gun and sword, and hurriedly shouted at Viklico.

"We're in trouble!"

"Don't worry, I asked Glori to park the carriage in advance at the nearest position next to the building just to leave a way back, Jeanne and I jumped down and got into the carriage first, you have to hurry up and take that guy to follow!"

With that, Vicchily put on her backpack, picked up Jeanne who was sitting on the edge of the balcony, turned around and jumped from the balcony on the second floor, and after a gorgeous landing, she raised her head and ran to the garage.

"This has to be on your head!" Draenor raised his hand as he spoke, slapped Grori twice in the back of his sleep, turned around and grabbed the suitcase, and jumped down with him in his arms.

"They're in the backyard!" Deshmeg's men shouted behind him, and Draenor didn't bother to look back, got up and dragged Grori into the carriage.

"Hurry up! They're about to catch up! Draenor shouted to Vikirico in the car.

Seeing that Deshmeg's people were about to catch up, they didn't know when the headlights of the entire hotel came on, and the guests who appeared from all sides stopped the group of investigators dressed in black.

"What are you going to do? This can be regarded as hindering the work of the Imperial Capital Investigation Bureau! Deshmeg's man shouted.

"I don't care what kind of shit you guys guys woke you up? Ask the front desk, what kind of people live here? The wealthy merchants of Hecheng, the marquis of the imperial capital, and their wives who are recuperating! You're in big trouble, boys! ”

The crowd around Deshmaig grew larger and larger, and countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries pointed at the black-clothed people and scolded, one by one, almost drowning these investigators inside.

"Now they feel better." Vicky waved the reins as the carriage sped out of the hotel's backyard and toward the road away from Dieara.

"The people of Degas are really simple people, is this also what you planned?" Draenor shouted from the back compartment.

"Hahahaha! Then why do you think I chose such an expensive hotel to live in!? Vikily laughed from the helm seat.

"It's just a pity that I didn't have a chance to enjoy tomorrow's luxurious breakfast!" She continued.

"Breakfast!? Call...... Uh, good morning, Mr. Delano. Florie finally woke up, and he said as he looked at the angry Draenor in front of him in a daze.

"How are we in the wagon? Was the previous hotel a dream? What a disappointment......"

"What a dream! We had slept well before. Thanks to you, you almost got caught in a dream! Draenor said through gritted teeth as he glared at Grory.

"Huh? I'm so sorry, I'm sorry guys! A cold sweat broke out on Grori's forehead, and he quickly apologized to everyone.

"It's okay, we've already calculated this account." Draenor sneered and leaned back in the carriage.

Florie didn't quite understand what Draenor meant, but suddenly her cheeks felt as if they had been burned by fire.

"We are about to leave the Yexing Ode District, and we are still less than twenty kilometers away from the imperial capital." Vickily said as she drove the carriage and looked at the sparkling city in the distance. Probably because she was too excited and hallucinating, for a moment, she felt as if the sound of the horse's hooves suddenly increased.

"Uh, Vicky...... Do you think someone will rush to the Imperial City at three o'clock in the morning like we did? Draenor said, looking back at a speeding figure.

"Who?" Vicchily felt that something was wrong, she didn't have auditory hallucinations, and there was indeed a fire behind her that was chasing them non-stop.

The man's riding skills were extraordinary, and it took less than five minutes from the time he appeared in Draenor's field of vision to when he was in close pursuit of the carriage. Vikiriko shook the reins three times in a row, and the carriage picked up speed and headed towards a ruin next to the imperial capital.

With a sharp metal crash, a chain of fire burst out from the illuminated figure, and one of the wheels on the right side of the carriage broke with a loud bang, and the speeding carriage almost rolled over with a violent shake.

"Damn, what's this guy's coming from!" Sensing that the carriage would not last long, Vikily immediately got up and walked to the carriage, snatched the spear and sword from Draenor and slashed the rope that bound the horse.

"Draenor, you protect Glori, and when I count to three, we'll jump out of the car!" Vicilico picked up Jeanne and shouted at Draeno.

"Ready...... Three! Vicilly quickly jumped with Jeanne to a sand next to the carriage, and Draenor didn't have time to prepare for it, grabbing Glori and planting him in the bushes on the side of the road.

"Damn, can't you just do what you say?" Draenor yelled at Vekirico on the other side, only to see the carriage rush straight to the stones of the ruins by inertia, and instantly smashed into pieces.

"Oh God, my carriage!" Glori shouted in grief at the remaining wreckage of the carriage.

"We can't take care of your precious carriage now, we're in trouble...... Vicilly said, pulling her bow and arrow from her backpack and pointing it at the increasingly clear figure.