The question that Wei Lin threw out was like a cold wind blowing in from the window, making the warm room drop by two degrees in an instant.

After confirming that there was no problem with using the magic, Shog summoned the Running Rat, who had been smothering for several days, and immediately after landing on the ground, the creature ran around Shog's legs twice, and let out a series of squeaks, as if to vent his frustration.

I don't know if he was complaining about the boring past period, or accusing Xiuge of favoritism and allocating the remains of the important Abyssal Heirs to the Touch of Calon.

Shuge stretched out his fingers and picked up the Running Rat: "My temper is quite big, I'm afraid I'm going to change your name if it goes on like this."

Vicky asked curiously, "What's it called now?"

"Snicky."

"Strange name...... If you want to change the name, what name would you like to change it?"

"Quake."

The female mage raised her eyebrows, "It's also weird, how did these names come about?"

"There's a fairy tale in Salem about the great adventures of a group of rat heroes, Snick is an assassin, and Quake is a rat warrior......

"Well, it's a very popular story among children."

Verin glanced at Xiuge.

She didn't dare to believe these things casually by Xiuge now.

At least she wouldn't believe that the names came from some so-called "fairy tale", and that the heroes in those stories bore any resemblance to the weird mouse with three tails.

Under Shug's command, Snich the Rat of Madness immediately ran to the corner of the room.

Wei Lin watched the magic mouse named Snitch keep running around the room, frowned and questioned, "Mr. Shug, moderate caution is indeed due, but this is the Adelong Hotel, you may have gone a little too far."

Despite hearing this from Verin, Shut didn't stop Snige, and soon it was running around the huge suite, and it really didn't find anything in the suite, so it seemed even more depressed.

It prefers narrow, dark crevices and mezzanine to a bright, warm and clean room.

Shuge smiled, "Well, it's really clean here, it's because I'm thinking too much...... There's no mezzanine, there's no magic, and there's no other rats."

"Uh-huh......

Verin looked at the luxurious décor in the room with her chin propped up, and then she said, "Boldon is completely different from Seren, and I don't dare to act like I used to in this kind of place...... I suggest that Mr. Schugg keep as low a profile as possible."

Probably because she was too nervous during this time, and now that she was finally in a stable environment, Verin seemed extremely happy and relaxed at this moment: "As far as I know, the mages of Boldon do not condone any horror legends in the city!"

Wei Lin's tone made Xiuge a little uncomfortable, and he looked up, only to see that the other party was facing sideways, seriously looking at a beautiful bronze statue of a female elf placed next to the door.

The shape of the statue was very bold, and the clothes on it were extremely cool, so that Vilene's expression at the moment was similar to when she read Hug's manuscript in the old Ernst mansion. ….

"So, what's next for Miss Vilin?"

"Huh?"

The mage answered, her countenance paused for a moment, but she reacted immediately, "I think the one wants to see us...... Or if you meet your magnates, I'm afraid you won't let us leave the hotel or even step out of this room anytime soon."

She hooked the corners of her mouth: "In that case, I'm going to take the opportunity to take a good rest, I'll choose the room on the right."

"Well, the choice is yours."

Hug nodded, then he stood up and walked to the door of the suite, opening it gently.

Just as Wei Lin speculated, the door of the suite, which was empty before, now has four more figures.

Four soldiers, to be exact.

The soldiers of the Fifth Chasseur Regiment were already the elite of Waterl's army, but they were a little weaker than the four "sculptures" wrapped in pitch-black coats outside the door.

The stone statue is perhaps indeed the most appropriate metaphor for them.

Not even the opening of the door and the movement of Shug stepping out of the room did not change the movements of the four soldiers.

Unlike the others who entered the hotel, the four were allowed to carry weapons even when they stood there, and not only that, but they were even heavily armed - silver swords fixed to their sides, and long-barreled crystallized guns with new styles and bayonets.

The soldiers wore hoods on their heads and metal masks on their faces.

Like their other equipment and weapons, the mask was a deep black, and even the magic crystals embedded in its surface had a dark and oppressive sheen.

The only thing that could be considered decorative on the four soldiers was the eagle claw pattern drawn on the chest of their coats with thin gold threads.

The moment he saw this pattern, Shug dismissed the idea of testing the soldiers further, and he quietly retreated into the room, then closed the door.

"How?"

Shug sat down in his chair and then spoke his judgment, "If I'm not mistaken, those soldiers should be members of Ymir's Legion...... Or 'Waterl's Claws,'"

Shug recalled the golden talon on the chests of the four soldiers: "It can mobilize members of the Ymir Legion, and even have some of them serve as escorts."

Wei Lin tilted her head slightly: "The Wattle royal family?"

"Perhaps, at least an important member of the military system."

Xiuge clapped his hands gently, "I also agree with your previous opinion, Miss Vilin, we will indeed be safer now than at any time in the past, and we really can't do anything other than get a good rest...... Then I'll choose the room on the left."

"Uh-huh."

Wei Lin stood up, she didn't say anything more, and after quickly setting up some basic protection rituals in the living room, she walked to the luxurious room on the right side of the living room.

As an office worker in the past, Xiuge could see that Weilin had entered a state of rest, and she was now like an ordinary social animal who had finally been rested after a long overtime, and walked into the room briskly, Xiuge even heard her seem to hum two songs in a very small voice, which were very pleasant, and sounded like a Wattle folk tune. ….

"Bang!"

The door on the right is closed.

Standing alone in the living room, Shug also glanced at the bold statue of the female elf, and then laughed, "Vacation, I'm good at this."

He walked to the room on the left.

……

The Adlon Hotel reminds Schug of his old life.

The décor, the supplies, and the furniture made from a mixture of steam and magic were even more confusing to Shuge, and when he soaked his body in the hot water of the bathtub, he felt that he was not in the midst of a great turmoil, but on a business trip.

However, the pale and thin body in the hot water reminded Xiuge repeatedly that there was nothing like him in the past now, except for his gender.

"Lin ...... Xiuge."

He tried to pronounce his old name, but it felt jerky and awkward, as if he had heard it for the first time.

In that brief moment of distraction, Xiuge relaxed his control over his magic, so the dark magic color gradually emerged from all around his body, in the wafting water vapor, pitch-black tentacles gradually drilled out of the surrounding air, these tentacles that had "grown" sharp arthropods under the influence of the descendants of the abyss slowly swayed in the air with Xiuge's breathing, and the end of the blade-like tentacles continued to cut through the vapor in the air

Steam.

The dark and deep light and shadow began to shake on Xiuge's body, and under the influence of the power of the messenger in the mirror, the palm of Xiuge's left hand that was lifted out of the water began to slowly shake with the steam, as if it was as ethereal as floating water vapor.

The black and shell began to emerge on Shug's right hand, and the sharp black claws continued to stretch, leaving a narrow scratch on the edge of the tub.

The huge magic disc slowly turned, the metal gears turning and grinding extremely loudly, and under its vibration, Xiuge woke up from his state of distraction, and in that moment, the writhing black tentacles, the drifting shadows, and the hard keratin covering Xiuge's skin all faded.

「……」

Shug closed his eyes and swept all the thoughts and thoughts out of his head, then he stood up from the tub and reached out and flipped the switch made of crimson magic crystals on the edge of the tub.

The simple ritual inscribed on the bathtub ceased to function, the hot water stopped being injected, and began to drain rapidly.

Shuge stepped out of the tub, he pulled a bath towel, wiped the water off his body, and put on a pure black bathrobe.

That's not good for Wattle.

In this kingdom, black is so common that it is so common that it is still frequent, even in this Adlon hotel.

However, the Wattles are not the "northern barbarians" who do not understand art and beauty, as the inhabitants of the plains say, in fact, there are definitely many artists in the Waters Kingdom, and different artistic fields such as literature, painting, and sculpture are also flourishing on the Lowe Plateau.

And Bolden is one of the best. ….

"According to Alfred and Duden, I seem to have a lot of readers in Bolden......

Shug tied his already long hair back his head, stepped on the soft carpet to the window, and looked out at the night scene.

From here, he could see the magnificent and beautiful garden under the Adlon Hotel, and he could also see the "Foreign Guest Avenue" that he walked through when he came.

"Huh?"

Shuge squinted, and he noticed that both the street and the garden below were now very deserted, and although the garden and the street lights were working normally, no one was staying in them, and there was not even a single car passing on the Boulevard.

So Shug immediately turned around and opened the closet.

As Finn, the previous elf receptionist, explains, the VIP suite provides its guests with everything they could possibly need, including these clean clothes that are hung in the closet beforehand.

The Adlon Hotel was very thoughtful, with everything from the Derands to the Waterl, and Sugg even saw a standard mountain elf costume and a goblin costume that looked like a child's garment.

Shug quickly pulled out a dark coat trimmed with thin gold trims, the coat was dark blue, and a golden magical eagle emblem was pinned to its cuffs.

"Hmm...... That's all about Waterl's clothes, highlighting a simplicity."

Shuge quickly changed his clothes and put on his coat.

Immediately in the mirror, a standard young nobleman of the Ernst family appeared.

Xiuge pursed his mouth.

Although he did not identify with the Ernst family, he had to admit that the bloodline of the Ernst family was indeed very good, at least this was reflected in his body very well.

After grabbing his documents and belongings, Xiuge pushed open the door and went to the living room before.

To Sugger's surprise, Willin had already arrived in the living room, and she had changed into a very smart Lady Wattle dress, with a long black trench coat and a beautiful corsage on her chest.

Probably because she had washed her hair, she tied up her long hair, and was now holding a book and looking at it with relish.

In the faint smell of smoke, there is also a smoking

Fresh soapy smell.

"Slowly, Mr. Schugg."

Alerted by the sound of Shogg's footsteps, Viline looked up and closed the book in her hand.

At this time, Hugg saw the cover of the book, the Wattle Folktale Book.

A book published earlier this year, containing a great deal of miscellaneous tales, folk tales, and works, seemed to include two or three of his own works, and in unabridged editions, as Hug recalled...... This is enough to prove that this "folktale book" is not a serious book at all.

At least it's not for everyone to read.

"Mr. Schugg, do you have any opinion on this book?"

Shug shook his head, "No, I just think Miss Vilin's taste is ...... Well, it's unique."

The magestress raised her finger and tapped twice on the cover of the book: "I have just seen The Tenant of Ladies Street inside, and as someone who has been to Ladies Street, I must admit that Mr. Schugg's work does have its own uniqueness."

"Thanks for the compliment."

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