The fourth journey to the imperial capital

"Five tickets to the imperial capital, first class, thank you."

"One Hundred and Fifty Golden Pu'er."

The ticket seller behind the ticket window said without raising his head. Saren nodded, took out a hundred gold ticket and a fifty gold ticket from his pocket and handed it over.

"Carry you one hundred and fifty, and board the ship at the gate of a2."

The ticket seller carefully checked the gold ticket, then quickly tore off five boat tickets, stamped them, and handed them to Saren.

"Let's go." Saren, who had received the ticket, waved to everyone behind, and the group quickly followed and walked towards the gate of a2.

The ticket seller sold them the nearest ticket. When Saren and others reached the gate, the ticket checking work had already begun.

There were long queues at the gates of the second and third-class cabins, "It seemed that the passenger ships heading to the imperial capital were as full as ever."

"It's okay," Saren looked back at Kara who had just spoken, "Anyway, we're in first class."

There were only a dozen people lined up at the gate of the first class cabin. During their conversation, two more passengers passed the ticket checking procedure.

"Are you together, sir?"

The ticket inspector next to the gate looked carefully at the five boat tickets handed over by Saren and asked politely.

“Yes, we are together.”

"I'm sorry, who is your friend?" He pointed to Kylord in the team.

"Is he? He is a dwarf." Saren smiled.

The ticket inspector smiled helplessly. Judging from his expression, he obviously did not believe this statement.

"Sir, you are really good at joking, but this is my job, please cooperate."

"Okay, okay, no kidding," Saren raised his hand to surrender, "He has dwarf disease, and I'm worried you won't get him on board."

"Of course not, sir," the ticket inspector shrugged with some anger. "Imperial Maritime Company treats all passengers equally, please believe us."

"That would be better. Can we go in now?"

"Oh, look what I'm doing," the ticket inspector patted his head and handed the ticket back to Saren. "I wish you a happy journey, gentlemen, and this lady."

"Of course, thank you." Saren nodded gracefully to the ticket inspector, picked up the ticket, and walked up to the deck with his group.

"God, I really can't believe that you said it like this."

"Relax, Karen," Kylord glanced at his excited companion leisurely, "Salon's approach is very clever, and no one will believe that I am a dwarf."

"You'll know when you look at his expression." Saren turned around and said, "He was almost unhappy about this joke."

A waiter came up at this time and bowed respectfully to the five people.

"Welcome to board the ship, five respected guests," said the waiter politely, "I will be responsible for taking you to your respective cabins."

"By the way, it's not discrimination, this respected guest," he looked at Kylord, "Do you need a more comfortable bed? We can provide you with the corresponding service before you leave."

"Really? Ha! That's great."

"Okay, we will provide you with a special bed and special supplies. Please come with me now."

After saying this, the waiter bowed slightly to everyone again, and then led everyone into the first class area.

"What a familiar environment," Erin laughed, "that reminds me of the first time I met Savos and I."

"Ah, so do I," Saren nodded, "Maybe I can play Rutchen for you when I have time."

"That's so good," Erin closed her hands in surprise. "Have you heard Savos play the piano?"

The others shook their heads.

"Oh, God is here, this is a loss. Believe me, you must listen. I have never seen a good player as good as him. It's like a talent."

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, ma'am," the waiter's voice inserted, "but we've arrived," he pointed to the corridor in front of him. "The three rooms on my left hand are counted in sequence, and the two rooms on my right hand are for you. Please allocate them freely."

"As for you, dear sir," he looked at Kylord, "please let me know after you choose the room."

"No problem," Kylord's signature loud voice rang, and he pointed to the first room on the left, "I want this room."

"Very good, I will arrange the relevant matters immediately."

After saying this, the waiter bowed to everyone and left backwards.

"What about you guys?" Saren looked at Kara and Karen.

"I want the one on the left, too." Kara said the first, "Where are you? A great writer?"

"I'll choose the left," Karen looked up at Saren and Erin, "I think we only need four rooms."

Erin covered her mouth and chuckled gently when she heard this, while Saren looked at Karen with some anger.

"It's not funny, not at all, Karen."

"Okay, OK, but we have already chosen it, so you two can sleep on the right two rooms."

"I wish you all a happy life, Malay."

"Remember my words, dear Saren friend."

The three of them patted Saren on the shoulders. Of course, Kylord patted his waist and then went back to his room.

"Do you mind if I go to your place?"

"No, don't mind." Saren turned around and opened the door with the key given by the waiter, "Come in."

"Thank you," Erin smiled at his beloved man, and walked in gracefully with her skirt.

"So, what do you want to say to me?" Saren took off the whiskey and wine glasses he gave in the suite and poured one for himself and Erin.

“I’m just thinking about the past,” Erin said. “I’m always wondering if we can…”

"Maybe, Erin," Saren said, "but it's time to end."

"Have you changed your mind?" Erin put down the wine glass in surprise when she heard this, her eyes emitted a moving light, staring at Salen firmly.

"Kylord talked to me," Saren let out half a glass of wine in one breath. "I thought about it myself, but finally found that I still couldn't deceive myself."

"So you ask me? My answer is yes, maybe we can get back together."

"Oh, dear Savos, I don't know, me," Faced with the sudden surprise, Erin became helpless. She stammered for a while, and finally cried in her seat.

"Stop crying," Saren took out his hand towel from his pocket and handed it to her, "You know I'm afraid of this most."

"Sorry," Erin took the towel, "I, I'm just so happy."

"Go back and have a rest," Saren patted her on the back, "I have a story to tell tonight, you don't want to be absent, do you?"

"What? No, of course not," Erin stood up and clenched the towel in her hand, "I'll go back and have a good rest now."

"By the way," Saren sat beside the bed and smiled, "this is my girl."
Chapter completed!