Some dazzling sunlight shone on Karen's face, waking him from his sleep.

He sat up from the bed and rubbed his head that had just woken up. It was probably afternoon. He guessed that the morning sunlight could not shine in his room.

He walked down the stairs and rubbed his eyes into the hall. The hotel owner and his Blue Dragon guy were already in the hall. Saren was behind the bar, flipping through some kind of book with boredom on his face. The front legs of his chair were raised high, making Karen worried that he would fall down.

As for Kara, our hotel guy and humanoid blue dragon was holding a mop and carefully cleaning the hotel lobby.

"Good afternoon," Saren said without even raising his head, "I thought you would sleep a little later."

"I originally thought, but the sun is not beautiful," Karen walked to the bar and sat down, shook his head, "What time is it now?"

"At 4:20 pm," Saren closed the books on his hand and took a cup from the counter behind him. "We're about to start business in the evening, so let's have some refreshing drinks?"

"Thank you," Karen nodded, took a dark brown drink handed over by Saren and drank it all. The strong stimulation exploded in his mouth, making him wake up a lot in an instant.

"What is this," he put down his cup and handed it to Saren, "One more, thank you."

"I made my own drink," Saren handed him a second cup, who also drank it all in one go, "using some chemistry knowledge. It's carbonic acid."

Karen suddenly realized, "Good idea, sweet, delicious."

Saren laughed, "This is the only one."

"So," Karen rubbed his hands expectantly, "When will we start today's story?"

"Don't hurry," Saren shook his finger, "We have to entertain guests first at night," he pointed to Kara. "If you have nothing to do, you can help poor Kara, who is preparing for the evening."

Night arrived as scheduled, and the hotel was soon filled with uneasy local residents and passers-by.

"Did you hear it last night, Savos?" Peter leaned over to the bar with an uneasy look on his face, "those weird roars and gunshots all night."

"Oh, of course I heard it, Peter," Saren pretended to be worried, but not overly fearful, "I've been holding my gun all night."

"Oh," Peter took a big mouthful of beer and sighed fiercely, "The world is getting more and more chaotic. God bless you, who knows if what happened last night will happen again."

After saying this, he looked around and leaned over to Salon and lowered his voice: "I heard that they were all dead creatures last night. Today, when you go to the hillside north of the village, you can still smell the strong rotten and burnt smell."

Saren looked scared, "God blessed," he clasped his hands together, as if he had made a simple prayer, "My gun cannot deal with those things."

The villagers that night seemed to be in a bad mood, and Peter was not the only one who came to warn or ask Saren. Before eight o'clock, the "Blood of the Vines" became empty, and even the passers-by did not plan to stay here. They also heard more or less about what happened last night.

"Hu" Salun breathed a long sigh. He was exhausted today. It was not a simple job to deal with a large group of scared villagers in succession and integrate into them.

"The villagers were frightened, Mare," Kara seemed very worried. "We cannot always protect this village, we must..."

"At least it's OK now, Kara." Saren interrupted, "We should try our best to do it, too."

"Try to do it!?" Kara became excited. "The first time you went, you came back with a cut, how many needles were sewn?" He paced back and forth in the hall angrily. "What about the second time?" He spread his hands, as if asking, "You were hit by the undead general's knife on your waist, and a large piece of flesh was cut off!" He threw down the broom angrily, "What should you do next time? Are you going to die outside?"

"You know I don't mean that, Kara," Saren just looked at Kara softly, standing behind the bar wiping his glasses, "and you and Karen."

"Ah, yeah, yeah, I'm always the one who wipes your ass," Kara rolled her eyes, dumped the trash into the big trash can, and picked up the mop again, "My dear mentor."

"This is your little contribution to the tutor, my dear student," Saren blinked, "Now, you are going to drag the floor of the hall for the tutor, which is also part of your study career."

Kara shook her head and said nothing. She dragged the hall cleanly and waxed the wooden floor.

"Okay," he clapped his hands with satisfaction, "you can even use this floor as a mirror."

"I said," Karen couldn't help it, "When will we start today's story?"

"Ah, start right away, right now," Saren put the cups back where they should be, "I'll get you some late-night snacks, Kara, can you raise the fire in the fireplace?"

Kara shrugged and walked through the room to the back to carry a large stack of firewood, while Saren took out the new night's food from the kitchen.

The fire ignited again, and the three of them sat by the fire, allowing warmth to drive away the chill in their bodies.

"Okay," Saren said, as if building a sentence, "You already know the story of the first part of my life, about my miserable childhood and youth."

Kara and Karen nodded, and Saren looked at them with satisfaction, "Very good," he continued, "the next part is about how I became a kingdom knight and how I made achievements on the battlefield. There is no love, no affection, and most of the time it is countless killings."

"Before you start, if you have any questions, please hurry up." Saren took a sip of the hot chocolate he brought. "Of course, you don't have to ask everything, such as what is the fairy in the lake? I will explain it to you later."

Karen shook his head and said he had no problems, while Kara was more well-behaved and kept silent.

"Very good, then let's go back to my thirteenth year, and back to Pergasus's back..."

As Saren began to narrate, the room immediately became quiet, as if it had returned to the deep silence again. Above this silence was the rustling sound of Karen's pen tip passing through the manuscript paper, and the crackling sound of firewood bursting in the fireplace, together with the silence in the hall, forming a more solidified silence that is not daring to break.
Chapter completed!