Compared with normal medieval cities, Storm City, the capital of Storm Kingdom, does not have a curfew system, and the city gate will not be closed when there are no foreign enemies.

At the same time, except for those patrolling soldiers, no tax officials or city gate officials stayed at the door to collect taxes on the city.

I heard that this was a rule set as early as the founding of the Storm Kingdom.

As the only kingdom south of this land, Stormwind never rejects any kind-hearted guests.

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

At least most of them are like this.

It has a sense of international integration. With the size of Stormwind City itself, it can be regarded as an international city in this magical medieval era.

Located in the prime location between the bank and the auction house in Stormwind City Trade Zone, it can basically be regarded as the largest and highest-end hotel in Stormwind City, and it provides all-weather service.

The advertising slogan is to allow anyone to enjoy warm and comfortable accommodation services at any time.

Didn’t this really happen if someone who drove a quick hotel traveled over here?

Because the employee in charge of the night shift tonight asked for a temporary leave, Ms. Orrison, the hotel owner who could not find a replacement, simply took the night shift herself.

Ms. Orrison, who was sitting next to the stove holding a large book, yawned for the whole time.

Ms. Orrison, who already has several children, feels that she is older and is no longer suitable for such a job that requires staying up late.

"Just close the door early tonight." Hearing the sound of rain outside the store, Ms. Oris, who had not received a customer for the whole night, planned to take a vacation for herself.

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

Ms. Oris, who said she was on vacation, was about to be ready for bed when she heard someone knocking on the closed door.

I complained that this customer didn't come early or late. Ms. Oris, who came now, sorted out her clothes and opened the door in the most professional manner and said:

“Welcome to my hotel, weary traveler, I can do it for you…”

The figure in a poncho walked directly past Ms. Oris.

"Do you do something?" Although my heart skipped a beat, Ms. Oris's professionalism still made her say what she said.

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

Only then did Ms. Oris notice that the arrogant guest was a woman who looked only about twenty years old.

At the same time, as the hotel owner, Oris also noticed that this woman with silver-gray hair was not a girl who ran away from home.

The sound of metal armor and weapons colliding came from under the poncho, and it can be said that this kind of adventurer who visited late at night was the least welcome guest of a hotel.

Not only are you poor but also like to cause trouble. By the way, you adventurers don’t brag at Pig and Whistle Inn, or go to Tagna’s Golden Barrel to drink inferior ale. What do you do when you patronize my Golden Rose Inn?

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

Just as Ms. Oris kept her formulaic smile while complaining wildly inside.

What the arrogant customer did next put Ms. Oris in a state of confusion.

Greenhill, who checked the safety of the hotel with his scrutiny eyes, raised his hand, and a yellow ray of milky light shone on the lobby of the Golden Rose Inn.

After confirming that there was nothing hidden, Greenhill took off the rain poncho and walked to the door and said, "Sir, the inspection is over."

Holy Light? Pastor? No, the priest will not wear metal armor, which means that this guest who looks only twenty years old and can barely be considered a girl is a paladin?

Compared with the situation where the streets are everywhere in the game, Paladins, which take into account both the priest's healing ability and the warrior's defense ability, are rare species.

Moreover, just like the knights belonged to the aristocratic class in the Middle Ages on Earth, the paladins also had similar status in this magical medieval age.

"I'm disturbing, do you have any room?" The gentle voice stopped Ms. Oris's shock.

Only then did she notice that a black-haired man who could not conceal his temperament even though he was dressed simply but could not hide his temperament from the surrounding environment was staring at him with an indecisive and polite look.

In the literacy rate, I don’t know if there was a magical medieval era with 10% of the literacy rate. Mishan, a resident of modern earth civilization society, had the most normal etiquette and was enough to be used by the court ritual officials as a teaching material.

"Yes, yes..." First there was the arrogant Greenhill, and then the polite Mishan. Ms. Oris, who saw this scene for the first time, also forgot about her professionalism.

"If you can, open a standard room...Ahem, it's best to open an ordinary room, it's better to be quieter." Mi Shan, who has long been used to local residents' reactions, said at his own pace.

Anyway, Mishan will not make herself look more savage in order to cater to the worldview of the indigenous people.

If Mishan were an American who would encounter shootings at any time, it might be possible, but unfortunately Mishan's hometown is the country with the highest safety factor on the earth.

Barbarism or something, you can’t learn it.

Instead of drawing a tiger but not becoming a dog, it is better to keep your original habits.

"Please rest assured that the Golden Rose Inn will meet all the needs of the guests." Ms. Oris, who was shocked and tried to regain her feelings.

"Thank you." Mi Shan nodded and walked in. When she walked in, she habitually wiped the soles of her shoes on the floor mat in front of the door.

This casual action made Ms. Oris twitch the corners of her eyes. She could do this level either a liar or a real nobleman.

But why don’t the real nobles go to their own manor or villa, but stay in hotels like their own?

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

After opening the room, Greenhill, who focused on Oris for the first time, handed a horse whip.

Knowing what this action on Earth is equivalent to handing over the car keys to the doorman, Oris said: "Please rest assured that the Golden Rose Inn will ensure the safety of every guest's property."

Driving a carriage or something is a basic ability for hotel owners in this world.

Then Ms. Oris, who was holding the whip and planning to work as a doorman, saw two alpine horses with two meters shoulder height standing quietly outside the door with gold roses. The British four-wheeled carriage looked low-key and luxurious in the rain.

Ms. Oris looked at the horse whip in her hand, then at the quiet and obedient Gaoshan horse in front of her. After thinking about it, she parked the carriage directly at the entrance of the hotel.

She didn't want her family business to be completely compensated by a scratch, although she didn't know that this carriage that looked very low-key and luxurious was actually just a caravan.

Well, even if someone says this to Ms. Oris, the lady won't believe it.
Chapter completed!