Roger and Billy turned left and right, successfully avoiding the eyeliners, and finally arrived in front of a hotel.

"Brook's Old Friend Hotel!" There were a few big words written on it. Roger and Billy walked in without hesitation.

When they walked to the door, the two of them frowned because there was a man full of alcohol lying here. He said he was a man, but in fact, it was more suitable for a boy. He had fluffy black hair, a simple coat, but two long knives were slung around his waist.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, which made Roger frown when he smelled it.

They were lying here like this, because there was only one door in the hotel, so Roger and the other couldn't get in. The two of them couldn't step over him, which would be too disrespectful to them.

"Is there anyone inside? Someone comes to carry him away!" Roger shouted loudly into the hotel.

But no one responded except for Roger's voice echoing in the open hall.

"Billy, let's help! Let's carry him in!" Roger said helplessly.

Billy nodded helplessly, and the two of them helped him up from behind first, then stood him sideways, and helped him in.

The two of them looked at it and placed him on the sofa in the hall first.

At this time, a waiter walked down from the upper floor, "We want to stay in the hotel, please help us register." Roger said politely to the waiter.

The waiter hurriedly walked down, "Sorry, I've got something to deal with just now, so I've been waiting for you for a long time." The waiter said very politely.

He immediately completed the registration for the two of them and gave them a room card.

"By the way, when we first came in, we saw that man lying at the door. Is he your guest?" Roger kindly pointed at the drunkard and said to the waiter.

"Oh, it's him again!" The waiter patted his head, feeling helpless.

"He is also a guest of our hotel, but he is always drunk these days, which makes us carry him back to the room every time. Look, two, can you help me and carry him in together?"

"Okay, no problem." Roger agreed readily.

The three of them worked together to carry the drunkard back to the room, and Roger then realized that the person's room was opposite him.

After Roger and the waiter put him back on the bed, they came to their own room.

Roger opened the curtains and it was already night.

Roger looked at the time and it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Bandobrook's time was twenty-five hours, one hour more than standard time, so it did not affect people's lives much.

"Gugu." Roger's stomach rang, and Roger smiled bitterly. Since he got off the spaceship, he hadn't eaten anything decent?

Roger opened the communication terminal, contacted the waiter, and asked him to send two meals.

Not long after, the food was delivered. Roger touched his round belly, burped in satisfaction, and then asked the waiter to take away the things.

"Today, it will be a wonderful night!" Roger fell asleep with expectations for tomorrow.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Roger's biological clock rang on time, and Roger immediately got up from bed like a robot. This habit of getting up early was developed by him in the army for two years.

After Roger finished washing up, he was about to go out for a walk. Billy shouldn't have gotten up so early.

Roger just opened the door, and the door opposite the door also opened. A black-haired boy walked out. It was the drunk man yesterday.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and Roger frowned and prepared to leave.

"Hey, you sent me back yesterday, right?" the boy shouted that he wanted to leave Landoger and said.

Although Roger didn't want to deal with him very much, his long-term polite habits made him turn around.

"That's right, yesterday I saw you falling drunk at the door of the hotel and helped you in." Roger wouldn't say that this guy was blocking his way and couldn't help him in.

The boy smiled, "So, thank you!" He bent down and said sincerely to Roger.

Roger was a little embarrassed by his trouble.

"No need to thank you for your help!" Roger said politely.

"I'll treat you to breakfast! There is a good noodle restaurant downstairs, which is not expensive, let's go!" the boy said enthusiastically, inviting Roger.

Roger nodded, followed him without refusing, and walked out.

The two of them came to the noodle shop. What Roger didn't expect was that he ordered eight bowls of noodles in one breath, and they were all large portions. The people in the noodle shop didn't find it strange. This guy should come here often.

The eight bowls of noodles were served quickly, and the boy greeted Roger enthusiastically. Roger was not polite. He was a little hungry, so he started to eat it wildly.

The boy looked at Roger in surprise. Roger was eating faster than him, which he didn't expect.

The two quickly swept the eight bowls of noodles into nothingness. The two touched their belly, and they still felt unsatisfied.

"By the way, don't you know your name yet? Where are you from?" asked Roger, the youth team.

"My name is Roger, I am from the Appalachian Kingdom. I am currently a soldier from the kingdom." Roger whispered to the young man.

He didn't dare to speak loudly because this place was the territory of the Razel Federation after all. If someone was interested, he would feel uncomfortable if he was heard by a little bit more fussy.

"By the way, what's your name? Where did you come from?" Roger asked back.

The boy grinned and said, "My name is Zhuo Luo, Mubin Zhuo Luo. I am an orphan. I have been adopted by a mercenary company since I was a child. Now I am a mercenary from the Black Wolf Mercenary Dispatch Company."

"Oh, then what did you come here for?"

"What else can I do? Brother, you should be here with my goal! Three days later, it will be the admissions examination for the United Fleet. Of course, I am here to take the examination." Zhuo Luo said.

"Does mercenaries allow mercenaries to join?" Roger asked in confusion. After all, the mercenary industry is more or less disgraceful. They are all the masters who take money and do things for others. Will the mercenary team allow such people to join?

Zhuo Luo smiled and said, "You don't know this, right? Mercenaries are divided into two types. We are mercenaries who specialize in protecting wealthy families and occasionally take on special tasks. They are not mercenaries who lick blood on the edge of the knife. Moreover, our company is a very famous mercenary dispatch organization, and the joint fleet is of course allowed to join."

"Oh" Roger nodded.

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