son-in-law of blood

Chapter 115 "Storm Sword" Hotel

The low-key and luxurious carriage drove slowly towards the gate of Lank City, and two young men in engraved silver robes came out to verify their identities.

Stretching out his hand to stop the carriage of Helen and the others, the obviously older young man paused his tone and said with a serious face:
"Your Excellency, please show your ID!"

Proof of identity, this is something that all caravan travelers who want to pass through Lank City and enter the capital of trade must have.

It can be a document proving that you are a certain imperial nobleman, or something that reflects your wealth, or it can directly reveal your professional level. Of course, the standard for determining the professional level is determined by the seventh-level priest Wordworth on the side. S to master.

The three carriages gradually stopped, and it was Arnold who was guarding the front carriage.

Following Hellen's instructions, Arnold remained silent in the face of the questioning of the young man in a robe, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.

"Your Excellency, please show your identity certificate!" The young man's face was obviously slightly sullen.

At this time, the slightly luxurious carriage behind slowly stepped forward, and stopped after being side by side with Arnold's carriage.

The sudden movement caused the two young men to change their expressions slightly. Just as they were about to yell at them, a gentle yet dignified voice came from inside the carriage:

"Call your elders!"

After speaking, there was no more sound.

The two young men looked at each other, and they naturally understood that the elder the voice in the carriage was referring to was the old man in golden robe standing not far behind them. city ​​qualifications.

After the older man whispered a few words to the man beside him, the latter quickly walked a few steps towards the old man.

Not long after, the golden robed old man walked over under the leadership of the young man.

After Wadsworth arrived, he first glanced at Arnold who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage with an expressionless face, then turned towards the carriage where Hellen was, and said lightly:

"Your Excellency, do you intend to sit in the carriage and talk to me?"

As the voice fell to the ground, there was a chuckle in the carriage. After a while, the curtain of the carriage was slowly opened, revealing a face that was too handsome.

With a reassuring smile, Helen got out of the carriage, then pointed to Arnold beside him and said:

"This is my bodyguard, Arnold!"

Arnold took a step forward upon hearing the sound, staring intently at Wadsworth in front of him.

Wordsworth stared at the crowd in front of him with flickering eyes. From the attire and demeanor of these people, it is not difficult to see that their backgrounds must be extraordinary. According to the rules, they can pass through safely as long as they reveal their identities, but why do they have to do so? What about acting high-profile?

Noticing the crowd gathered around, Wordsworth had a flash of understanding.

"Is this trying to gain prestige through me? What an arrogant and daring boy! I can't help but use the rules upright. It's interesting!"

Wordsworth snorted softly in his heart, and shifted his gaze to Arnold who was ready to go.

Just now he was only paying attention to Xillen in the carriage, and didn't pay too much attention to the guard. Now when he took a closer look, he found something tricky.

If there is a faint evil aura, it seems that there is a beast hidden in his body, and his calm gaze does not show the slightest fluctuation even when facing a professional who is three levels higher than himself.

"What a refined man!"

Wordsworth nodded slightly. Although he could only see Arnold's cultivation and not his specific occupation, but judging from his on-the-spot performance, Wordsworth could conclude that this person must not be underestimated.

As Hieren nodded secretly, Arnold stretched out his left arm, his momentum rose, and a demon with a scythe appeared behind him with a phantom.

Demon Hunter!

Wordsworth was startled. This powerful and dangerous profession is very rare, and anyone who can afford a demon hunter as a bodyguard must have a high status.

Wordsworth nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency has met the requirements for entering the city, please enter the city!"

Arnold glanced at Heron after hearing the words, and after the latter nodded, he put away his momentum and returned to his original calm appearance.

Just when Wordsworth thought that Hearon and the others would stop there and move on, the latter didn't seem to enter the city so easily.

Helen smiled slightly, stepped forward slowly, and came to Wordsworth.

"What else is there, Your Excellency?" Wordsworth asked, frowning.

Helen didn't speak, but stretched out his right hand towards Wordsworth:
"Thank you for your accommodation, my Majesty Shiron!"

Surprise flashed across Wadsworth's eyes, and he also took Hearon's hand out of politeness. After a while, he was startled, his pupils dilated slightly, and he stared in shock at the man who was still smiling in front of him.

Putting his hands away, Hellen gave a noble salute to Wadsworth, and said indifferently, "Then we are leaving?"

Wordsworth immediately reached out his hand to stop Heron who was about to turn around, and then realized that he had lost his composure, rearranged his expression, and said in a deep voice:
"There are too many people coming and going in the city today. If Your Excellency Xillen can't find a place to stay, you can go to the 'Gailing Wind Swordsman' hotel in the west of the city to stay."

The corners of Helen's mouth curled up slightly, and he stroked his chest and said:

"Thank you for letting me know, goodbye!"

Immediately, under the gaze of Wadsworth's inexplicable eyes, he boarded the carriage and drove straight towards the city.

After entering the carriage, Hellen slowly spread out his palm, and a magic crystal exuding ice-blue mist lay quietly on it.

Seeing Hellen's return, Xiao Xueling, who was nestled in Hepburn's arms, immediately stretched out her tender little hand towards him, and then slipped into Helen's embrace amid Hepburn's "conscienceless" coquettish anger.

"How is it? What did the pastor of the [Business Church] say?" Hepburn straightened the messy clothes that Xueling had made on her body, and frowned.

Xillen put away the magic crystal and said with a smile: "It seems that I guessed well, well, after we enter the city, let's go to the hotel called 'George of Swords' in the west of the city first!"

After Arnold and the mercenaries he brought settled down in several hotels in the city, Hearon took Hepburn, Xue Ling, and a coachman, and drove the carriage towards the hotel pointed out by Wordsworth.

Not long after, after passing by a few passers-by, the carriage of Xillen and his party arrived at the hotel named "George Swordsman" in the west of the city.

After getting out of the carriage and settling down the coachman, Helen held Xue Ling in one hand and Hepburn in the other, and the three walked into the hotel like a family of three.

The hotel's signboard depicts a man with a thin figure, a serious face, and long hair holding a sword. There is a gust of wind behind the man, and he looks quite chic and elegant.

"It fits the name of the store very well!"

Shaking his head and chuckling lightly, Xillen led two beauties, one big and one small, into the store.

The waiter in the store was a handsome old man who was over half a century old. After seeing the different temperament of Xilun and his party, he quickly walked up to him, with a warm smile on his face:
"I have seen the honorable lord, the beautiful lady, the lovely lady, and the owner of this hotel, Hasa Yasuo! I don't know how I can serve you!"

Xieren nodded and said, "I came here at the behest of the old man in the golden robe in front of the city gate."

Hasa's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and the smile on his face became more enthusiastic after a while, and with a hint of flattery, he bowed and said:

"Dear guest, please come upstairs!"

As he spoke, he led the way and led Heron and his party towards the second floor.

　5.20, who lacks someone to confess to, how about me?
　　As long as there are rewards, subscriptions, and tickets, I will accept your confession, regardless of gender. (.'▽'.)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)