Mogan, who has been haunted for a long time, finally caught the "real culprit" who has annoyed him recently.

The problem is that this is still not a problem that can be solved directly. Mogan never imagined that the bloodline that coexisted peacefully with him would be abnormal at this time.

Why?

"It's fine."

Thinking so, Mogan rubbed his temples, dealt with Dorandot first, and then continued his original journey, and soon arrived at the place.

The location of the Knights and Mirandi's house is more at the junction of commercial and residential areas, and is the most prosperous and expensive area.

And to find the most affordable hotel in the city, it is natural to give up some convenience and consider more remote urban areas.

However, for Mogan, especially during this night time when the crowd is sparse and not easy to arouse suspicion, there is not much difference between distance and proximity, but the more secluded location allows him to feel at ease.

Hunter Lodge.

The building of this hotel presents an antique style as a whole, but the interior and exterior decoration can be called minimalist, and the sign "Welcome to Hunter's Hotel" hangs at the door.

There is no other infrastructure next to the hotel, and there is one on one side of the tavern restaurant, which can basically meet anyone's requirements.

Their furnishings are even brighter than the Hunter's Inn, but they are more depressed in comparison.

Because a tavern that seems to be a private membership, it looks like a crowd of doors, with two strong men on the left and one on the right guarding the door, but through the crack in the window, you can see that the inside is brightly lit.

The other is a well-known black shop, which can only come from afar, and after sitting down, seeing the menu, and can't pull his face to leave.

Due to the combined influence of these, especially the latter, the Hunter Hotel was not even very popular, so it had to rely on lowering prices to attract guests who knew how to save money, which created Mogan's choice.

However, Mogan only took a brief look at the hotel as he imagined, and went straight to the hotel counter, not wanting to dig too deep.

Cities, villages, small towns, everything has its own secrets. Most of the secrets have nothing to do with him, and nothing happens without interfering with each other.

The girl at the front desk who was dressed at the counter was looking at a heavy book carefully, but she raised her head the first moment she saw a customer come to the door.

Mogan began, "I want two rooms." ”

"Okay."

There was no extra politeness between the words at the front desk, and he took the deposit paid by Mogan and asked the guest to wait in front of the stage.

Mogan tapped the front desk with his knuckles. This is the way he reminds the other person when he thinks and talks, and it is also similar to a habit that he develops when he confirms the substance of goods for a long time.

Mainly, he will live in this place for a long time, and it is an important part to check whether the people around him for a long time have safety risks to him.

He soon noticed that the front desk girl's cuffs were faintly undried water marks and dark oil stains, and that there was no food or water glasses on the table.

The restaurant next door has just passed its business hours, so it is logical to infer that this receptionist may have worked in the restaurant before the shift change.

Scrutinizing his gaze swept over the table, and Mogan originally just wanted to confirm whether the reading status of the book was consistent with the inference, but the corners of his mouth twitched, but he quickly concealed his unusual expression.

Mainly because of the undisguised and frank seven headline characters on the book cover.

"How to become rich".

Mogan actually appreciates this kind of purity without hiding his personal goals, but he doesn't think this kind of pretentious idle book is very useful.

The front desk quickly completed the formalities, but unexpectedly, a guest deduced his mental journey, took out objects from the drawer, and handed Mogan two keys.

Just then, a man in a red cloak also walked through the door.

This time is really not the time when there are usually customers coming to the door, but the front desk girl who is well versed in the way of "becoming rich" obviously doesn't care much about this anomaly, and even beckons.

Know?

This thought flashed through Mogan's mind, but it was only a flash, a judgment that came from purely instinctive thinking, and he didn't want to go deeper.

He quickly reached the stairs of the inn, and was just around the corner about to go upstairs when he heard an additional sound that stopped him.

Crisp sound.

The sound of the front desk he had just touched collided with a tight, precious, shimmering metal.

Gold, gold coins.

This time, it wasn't just the greed that was already in Mogan's heart.

The first trigger lies in the fact that he has just stumbled upon - Mogan's blood seems to influence his will.

Although it has always been a joke in the past, it seems that from the moment the dragon flame was triggered, Mogan began to feel what it means that "the blood of a dragon will boil due to the smell of gold".

Maybe some of the arrogant and middle-of-the-road rhetoric of the dragons is actually a documentary declaration?

It wasn't a smell but a sound, but the moment he judged from his experience that the gold coin had fallen on the table, Mogan felt as if something was pulling his heart down, holding his breath.

But it only lasted half a second.

Restraining the appearance of greed was itself a compulsory lesson that Mogan was born with. Compared with other emotions, this emotional response is not so bad that he loses control like when he burns a small advertisement.

The second trigger that prompted him to really stop was the constant flickering thoughts in Mogan's mind as he tried to regain his senses.

At the sound of the voice, a gold coin landed on the front desk of the Hunter Hotel.

According to common sense, even if the cost of dozens of days is set at one time, it is absolutely impossible to pay a deposit of one gold coin. What's even more intriguing is that the girl at the front desk doesn't seem to be surprised by this.

The suspicion reached the upper limit of Mogan's tolerance.

He finally held his breath and stayed at the corner of the stairs, lowering his presence, while the corner of his eye swept to the front desk.

A man with a small figure in a red cloak, and a girl at the front desk with a normal expression.

Mogan's gaze only stayed for a moment, and then he used his fastest speed to capture all the information he could perceive, and then quickly withdrew all suspicious gaze and continued to walk up.

It's only a few seconds, but it's enough.

With Mogan's senses, he didn't catch any sounds of conversation, as if someone in front of the stage had deliberately blocked the signal, or that the conversation hadn't had time to start yet.

If it's the latter, I'm afraid it will be even more intriguing. Because Mogan didn't detect any magic in the man in the red cloak at all.

In any case, the moment Mogan quickly glanced at the past with his peripheral eyes, and saw the scene of the red cloak placing the gold coins on the countertop, and the ordinary front desk girl was not surprised by this.

That's not all.

Judging by the shape of the hand handing out the gold coin, it was a woman under the red cloak that walked into the hotel, and the ring on her thumb was tightly shaped, and a large red spar was inlaid with it.

Not only the voice, but at the same time, Mogan was horrified to realize that the spar, which looked like a magical material from his appearance, did not leak any magical power that could be detected by him.

That's all he can find.

However, Mogan Grande now has a fellow foreign player.

"What do you see?"

Walking upstairs, he also suppressed all possible channels for information to come out, and whispered questions to Dorandot.