They all call me master.

Chapter 913 Fishing III

Wearing a wig to hide her pipe, a long skirt, and slightly modified facial features, Melinda looked like a girl from another town, lively and active. When she greeted the Smiths, she had the excitement that only young people have.

Arthur, on the other hand, had his head half lowered. When he heard Melinda's greeting, he looked up and nodded repeatedly at the Smiths. His awkwardness was obvious.

"good morning!"

Mr. and Mrs. Smith responded.

Especially Mrs. Smith, Rachel whispered to Malinda -

"You'd better prepare some change in advance.

That guy is very greedy.

If you don’t prepare change, he will make things difficult for you.”

Mrs. Smith pointed quietly to the waiter at the bar.

He was a tall man with a full beard.

"Thank you."

Malinda whispered her thanks.

The two sides then passed each other.

It was a friendly conversation between strangers.

After paying 5 cents, Melinda successfully got the room key and the right to use the room for a week.

“20 bucks a day!
It’s just the smallest room!

It's really expensive!
Oh my gosh! "

Malinda, who played the role of a town girl, held Arthur's hand and walked upstairs to the room, mumbling non-stop, while Arthur carried the wicker box and whispered to her in a soothing voice:

"Lin, it's okay, we are on a honeymoon trip.

It’s all worth it.”

Clumsy comfort will make others laugh at you.

But it made the little girl Lin from the town smile happily.

The beauty of youth and the yearning for the future are fully reflected in these two young people.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith, standing at the corner of the corridor, laughed together--

“You’re just worrying too much.

Those two young men were just standing behind us by coincidence.”

Mrs. Smith said softly.

"All right.

I was overthinking it.

I'm also worried about those bastards - we're not familiar with the inner bay, and we were targeted by a group of guys as soon as we got off the boat. Who knows if these bastards will have other helpers?"

Mr. Smith sighed.

Mrs. Smith nodded and did not refute.

Of course, the reason why the lady did not refute was not because of the guys who were targeting her.

But -

The aftermath of the battle just now!
She clearly felt the aftermath of the battle of the 'Climbers'.

She wasn't sure if that was Death's trick.

But she regretted coming to Neiwan more and more.

"I should have gone to South Los if I had known."

Mrs. Smith thought so.

Mr. Smith thought the same.

at this time--

jingle! jingle!
A bell rang in the lobby of Stormwind Inn.

Quick and loud.

And, accompanied by the noise of human voices.

Obviously, something big had happened.

"You go to the room first, I'll go check it out."

Mr. Smith said this.

"be careful."

Mrs. Smith warned.

Mr. Smith nodded and made a reassuring gesture, and when he reached the stairs, he discovered that the shy young man was also walking downstairs.

'Although he is reserved and introverted, he is a good person and knows when to stand up.'

Mr. Smith commented, feeling a little more favorable towards him.

"Hello, nice to see you again.

Meet Rachel Smith."

Mr. Smith held out his palm.

"Hello, Mr. Smith.

I am Don Quixote Frankstein." Arthur said the made-up name.

There is no special meaning.

I just think this name comes to mind.

"Together we will?"

After mumbling the difficult-to-pronounce name, Mr. Smith extended an invitation to Arthur - a polite young man who was willing to stand before his wife and take risks easily won the favor of the former demigod.

Mr. Smith felt that he could help the other party without affecting himself.

Of course, this requires that the other party does not refuse.

An introverted and reserved person will not know how to refuse a warm invitation.

"Ok."

Arthur showed the proper attitude.

Then, the two of them walked side by side to the first floor——

All the hotel's waiters have gathered in the lobby.

Some of them blocked the entrance to the lobby with sticks and muskets, while the rest were helping the passengers entering the lobby to check in.

The inn owner stood in the middle of the lobby and shouted.

“Everyone, I’m sorry.

There was a riot in Kilger Harbor.

Stormwind Inn is temporarily closed - for guests who have already checked in, please don't worry, the hotel will protect your safety inside.

And for those passengers who have not entered, please forgive my inability to help.

I cannot tell your true identities.

Please leave."

The innkeeper was of medium build and plump figure, but his voice was very loud when he spoke.

Everyone heard these words.

The guests in the hotel immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The people outside the hotel were anxiously explaining.

But faced with sticks and muskets, they did not dare to go any further - they appeared here because they knew that the 'Storm Inn' was reliable.

But this reliability has become a thorn in his side at this time.

“Go get more weapons.

All the people are divided into four shifts, one shift is for rest, two of the remaining three shifts are for fixed posts, one is for patrol, and the other..."

The innkeeper arranged everything in an orderly manner.

Arthur showed just the right amount of surprise.

After all, the other party didn't behave like an innkeeper.

Mr. Smith on the side explained in a low voice.

"The innkeeper's father is a deputy sheriff, and he also holds the rank of deputy sheriff, so he has so many muskets.

Moreover, these guys with muskets are all registered as temporary police officers."

"So that's it."

Arthur nodded in understanding.

Then, he became worried.

"Don't worry, everything will pass."

Mr. Smith comforted Arthur, but the next moment, Mr. Smith's eyes fixed - he saw the 'death hound'.

That wise look and peculiar appearance make it so easy to recognize.

"Mr. Smith, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Smith's strangeness made Arthur's character show just the right amount of surprise.

"fine.

Frankstein, you go back first.

I want to get more information."

Mr. Smith said this.

"I'll go with you."

Arthur continued to play.

Looking at Arthur's sincere eyes, Mr. Smith sighed and became more willing to communicate with the young man in front of him, an introverted, reserved but enthusiastic young man who was deeply liked by people like Smith.

He waved his hand.

“Go protect your wife.

Although Stormwind Inn is relatively safe, she will only be truly safe with you by her side."

After saying this, Smith hurried away without giving Arthur a chance.

Arthur seemed helpless and turned to go upstairs.

And in the corner of the lobby, Keely saw Mr. Smith coming over and immediately wrote:

Kill the 'Constructor'!
(End of this chapter)