Compared to normal medieval cities, Stormwind, the capital of the Kingdom of Stormwind, does not have a curfew system, and does not close its gates when there are no foreign enemies.

At the same time, apart from the patrolling soldiers, there were no tax collectors or city gate officials who stayed at the gates to collect the city taxes.

I heard that this is a rule that was set back when the Stormwind Kingdom was founded.

As humanity's only kingdom south of the land, Stormwind never turned down any kind guests.

The most direct consequence of this rule is that the shops and inns in Stormwind City will provide 24-hour service.

At least the vast majority of them are.

There is a sense of international integration, and with the size of Stormwind itself, it can already be regarded as an international metropolis in this magical Middle Ages.

Located in a prime location between banks and auction houses in the Stormwind Trade Zone, it can basically be regarded as the largest and highest-grade hotel in Stormwind City, with gold-encrusted roses, providing round-the-clock service.

The advertising slogan is to let anyone at any time enjoy a warm and comfortable accommodation service.

Isn't this really something that some guy who runs an express hotel crossed over to get it?

Because the employee in charge of today's night shift was temporarily on leave, Ms. Orison, the innkeeper who could not find a replacement, simply took the night shift herself.

Ms. Orison, who sat by the fire with a tome in her arms, yawned.

Ms. Orison, who already has several children, feels that she is too old to work this kind of work that requires staying up late.

"Why don't you close the door early tonight." Ms. Olise, who had heard the sound of rain outside the store and had not received a single customer all night, planned to give herself a vacation.

Anyway, I am the boss, and no one will deduct my salary.

Ms. Orris, who said she would take a holiday, was just about to make her bed when she heard a knock on the closed door.

After complaining about whether the guest would come early or late, Ms. Orris, who was coming now, tidied up her clothes, opened the door in the most professional manner, and said:

"Welcome to my inn, weary traveler, I can ...... for you"

The poncho-draped figure walked straight past Ms. Orris.

"Do something?" Although she chuckled in her heart, Ms. Orris's professionalism allowed her to finish her sentence.

The unseen customer took off the hood of the poncho, revealing silver-gray hair.

It was only then that Ms. Orris noticed that the unseen guest was a woman who appeared to be in her twenties.

At the same time, as the innkeeper, Orris also noticed that this woman with silver gray hair was not a runaway girl.

The sound of metal armor and weapons clashing from under the poncho made it arguably the most unwelcome guest of a hotel for such a late-night adventurer.

Not only are you poor but you also like to cause trouble, so what are you adventurers doing when you don't go to the Pig and Whistle Inn to brag, or go to Tagna's Golden Cask to drink inferior ale?

Is it just because my shop is closer to the city gate?

Just when Ms. Orris kept her formulaic smile while complaining frantically in her heart.

What the customer did next made Ms. Orris fall into a state of confusion.

Greenhill, who had inspected the security of the hotel with a scrutinizing eye, raised his hand, and a creamy glow shone down the hall of the Gilded Rose Hotel.

After making sure that there was nothing to hide, Greenhill took off the poncho and hung it aside, walked to the door and said, "My lord, the inspection is complete." ”

Holy Light? Priest? No, the priest doesn't wear metallic armor, which means that the guest who looks no more than twenty years old and can barely be counted as a girl is a paladin?

Compared to the situation in the game where the streets are full, paladins who combine the healing ability of the priest and the defense ability of the warrior are a rare species.

And just as knights belonged to the aristocratic class in the Middle Ages on Earth, paladins also had a similar status in this magical Middle Ages.

"Excuse me, do you still have a room?" The gentle voice interrupted Ms. Orris's shock.

Only then did she notice that a dark-haired man, even if he was dressed plainly, could not hide his temperament that did not fit in with his surroundings, looking at her with an unscrupulous and polite eye.

In the magical Middle Ages, where the literacy rate was not known to be 10 percent, the most normal etiquette of Mishan, as a resident of the civilized society of the modern earth, was enough to be used as a teaching material by the court officials.

"Yes, there are ......" first the unseen Greenhill, then the polite Mishan, and Ms. Orris, who saw this battle for the first time, also forgot her professionalism.

"If you can, open a standard room...... Ahem, it's best to open an ordinary room and be quiet. Mi Shan, who had long been accustomed to the reaction of the local residents, said at his own pace.

Anyway, Rice Shan will not make himself more savage in order to cater to the worldview of the natives.

If Rice Shan were an American who could be shot at any time, he might have been able to do it, but Rice Shan's homeland is the safest country on earth.

Barbarism or something, you can't learn it, you can't learn it.

Instead of drawing a tiger and not becoming an anti-dog, it is better to maintain your original habits.

"Rest assured, the Gilded Rose Inn will cater to all the needs of its guests." Ms. Orris, who was shocked and tried to regain her senses, said.

"Thank you." Mishan nodded and walked in, and when he walked in, he habitually wiped the soles of his shoes on the mat in front of the door.

This casual act made the corners of Lady Orris's eyes twitch, and she could do this to that level either as a liar or as a true nobleman.

But why don't the real aristocrats go to their own manor or villa, but stay in a hotel like their own?

As for the crooks...... If this guest is really a liar, then what exactly did he rely on to make a paladin his squire.

After opening the room, Greenhill, who had only turned his attention to Orris for the first time, handed over a horsewhip.

Orris, who knew what the equivalent of handing over the car keys to a doorman meant on earth, said: "Rest assured, the Gilded Rose Inn will keep every guest's belongings safe. ”

Driving a carriage or something, it's a basic ability for innkeepers in this world.

Then Ms. Orris, who was holding a horsewhip and was about to work part-time as a porter, saw two mountain horses standing quietly outside the door with gold roses, and the four-wheeled box carriage of the British model looked low-key and luxurious in the rain.

Ms. Orris glanced at the whip in her hand, then at the quiet and obedient mountain horse in front of her, and after thinking about it, she parked the carriage directly at the door of the inn.

She didn't want her family business to be wiped out by a single scrap, even though she didn't know that the low-key and luxurious-looking carriage was actually just a caravan.

Well, even if someone told Ms. Orris that, she wouldn't believe it.