"Maxim, you're funny!" The royal sisters were amused and laughed.

Rosemary said to the cat:

"Well done, guy, don't let these clumsy stinky men mess with your fur!

Walk! Go to our room and play! ”

A group of people frolicked and went upstairs to look at the room with a smile.

Several staff members of the hotel were still watching suspiciously, they really didn't understand-

These new residents were all a bunch of weirdos, led by a young merchant in a wheelchair who was modest and respectful, like a miscellaneous subordinate.

But what about his men? On the contrary, it seems to be flamboyant.

Especially the two maids who were tightly wrapped, dressed in ridiculous coarse cloth skirts and covered their faces with turbans.

They looked like maids, they were like the eldest sisters of two aristocratic families, and they turned the other people around, especially the big bodyguard, who nodded to one of the maids, as if she was the hostess.

The servants are domineering, the main tenacity, everything is put before the horse, and the commission really makes these innkeepers scratch their heads.

An innkeeper boldly guessed that these identities were fake,

Judging from their speech and demeanor, it is likely that they are the sons and sisters of some great nobles, who came to a secluded town for a vacation, and in order to avoid attracting attention, they dressed up as merchants and retinues in a low-key manner.

In any case, these guests from the imperial capital were obviously very rich.

The money bag hanging from the big bodyguard's belt was bulging, and I don't know how many gold coins were in it.

He booked all the best rooms in one go, asked for the best meals, and did not bargain at all, and was very generous in giving the fee, and his magnanimity was far from being comparable to that of ordinary rich people.

With such a God of Wealth patronizing, it's too late for everyone to be happy, and they don't care about how strange these people are.

Konstanz and Wilhelm remained in the hotel lobby.

Instead of going upstairs with the others, the two of them sat idly by the bar, waiting for Victor to come down and carry the wheelchair up.

"Your hot drink, sir."

An older, gray-haired waiter brought the brewed, hot chocolate coffee and laid it flat on the tray in the armrest of a wheelchair.

"Thank you." William stirred the coffee with a spoon, raised his head and asked the waiter, "That cat was raised by your inn just now?" ”

The waiter waved his hand and replied, "No, we have five big white cats in our inn, and we keep them in the warehouse to catch mice.

In addition to the cats, there are also three guard dogs, and there is also a valuable sapphire diamond parrot in the bird cage.

Anyway...... No matter what pet we have, we will never have a black cat. ”

"Why can't you get a black cat?" Konstanz asked with interest.

The waiter replied, "Don't you know, in our ancient town, there are many Dharma passed down from our ancestors.

According to the black cat, it is not a mortal beast, its golden eyes often have a certain spiritual vision, and it is a dark spirit that travels between the world and the world of the dead.

These briquette-like creatures can see wandering spirits and feel things that other animals can't.

People who are entangled by black cats are often entangled by the undead, becoming unlucky and full of bad luck.

Therefore, we here are taboo to approach black cats and stay away from them. ”

"This method is interesting, so, it was a wild cat just now?"

"That's right! Damn briquettes! It must be a feral cat that sneaked in through a broken window to steal food!

If it weren't for the fact that any of our guests liked it, we would have blasted it out with a broom! ”

William felt a little strange, "Since the whole town of you people think that thing is unlucky, I think it's a miracle that the cat has survived until now."

The waiter wiped the bar table in front of Constance with a rag, and said with a smile:

"We're not going to provoke it, let alone kill it.

This is all in the law, the person who kills the black cat will be entangled in the soul of this thing, and will have nightmares for the rest of his life and will not sleep well, this is what my old grandmother told me when I was in my time. ”

"Good fellow, it's the first time I've heard of this kind of law, and your place is really superstitious!" William commented.

The waiter put away the rag and rubbed his sour waist: "No way, this deep forest canyon is a barren and closed place,

Crops are not harvesting, handicrafts are lagging behind, and the inhabitants of the valley make a living by selling local products, hunting, and tourism, as does the town of Fog Song.

The foreign population is all temporary tourism or office work, and they will leave after a few stays.

We, the local residents, rarely leave home to work, which causes us to have little communication with the outside world, and the news is closed, and it is inevitable that we will become superstitious and ignorant for a long time. ”

When these words were uttered, the waiter looked a little lost, he paused, as if remembering something good, gradually stretched his countenance, and smiled:

"We old guys are hopeless, just live a life in such a daze, but it's a pity that young people live in this broken ravine all their lives."

At this point, the waiter raised his gray eyebrows, changed his words, and continued:

"The good news is that in the last decade, the young people in the town have become much more enlightened and dare to go out."

Konstanz said, "Oh? Nearly a decade? Do you mean that after the unification of the peninsula by the Empire, can I understand it that way? ”

"That's right! After the reunification of the peninsula! The waiter was absolutely sure:

"Thanks to the Empire, to our Queen's Majesty Valsta!

She's more than she ruled us before—

Victorio, the king of the aristocratic Confederate who was greedy for pleasure and ignored the government,

A hundredfold, a thousandfold stronger! 10,000 times! ”

As he spoke, the waiter's eyes lit up with fiery enthusiasm, and the gratitude in his words overflowed:

"Our Majesty the Empress is a doer! She never talks empty words, only does practical things!

In order to improve our lives here and raise the standard of education, Her Majesty first sent a few excellent science lecturers, and then donated thousands of books to our town's library.

With the financial resources of the Royal Foundation, a modern vocational training centre was built next to the garden in the centre of the town.

At that time, His Majesty's husband, Lord Duke Langford, was still alive, and his free trade bankers opened several savings houses in the town, and applied for low-interest loans to the self-employed in our town, with an annual interest rate of less than one percent, which was simply a loan to them for nothing!

The Duke encouraged unemployed locals to start their own businesses, and introduced the Economic Inspectorate Commission, a blue-uniformed civil servant who punished dishonest merchants.

There's one thing that the locals in our town have been talking about all along-

We had a shopkeeper who wrote to the Emperor complaining about the influence of the local gang members, and he soon received a handwritten reply from His Majesty the Emperor, reassuring him that justice would soon come to pass.

Sure enough, two weeks later, the gendarmes from the imperial capital arrested the gang members who had bullied the market.

Since then, shopkeepers no longer have to worry about someone coming to collect protection money! ”