freeallnovels Chapter 3861 The Hotel's Second Batch of Leeks
Chapter 3861 The Hotel's Second Batch of Leeks
Chapter 3861 The Hotel's Second Batch of Leeks
General Boro chose life over dignity... and soon he got the chance to leave this endless killing field.
"Let me confirm again, you all now have no objections to me being the one to receive you... right?"
The gods were now pecking at rice like chickens.
Even Odin, the king of the gods, lost his temper at this moment. If it weren't for his royal dignity, he would probably be one of those pecking at the rice.
That wretched shop assistant, don't let him get a chance...
"In that case, please follow me to complete the check-in procedures." Chen Mingming smiled and looked around.
“Check-in…” Odin, the king of the gods, was taken aback.
“Yes.” Chen Mingming chuckled softly, “Because this place is a hotel, and you are all here to attend an auction… Oh, actually, you don’t have to check in; that’s not a problem. However, anything that happens outside the hotel…”
Before Chen Mingming could finish speaking, Odin, the king of the gods, waved his hand and said, "Then let's check in. There's no need to wait any longer."
Chen Mingming had given a similar warning before... Unfortunately, the gods of Asgard did not heed it at the time, and their fate was tragic.
What can I do if I don't want to stay at the hotel?
There is also a true dragon outside with the power to suppress him, a dragon with the title "Radiant Moon"!
In short... let's leave this killing field first and recover our divine power. After all, several of the gods' children have exhausted their divine power and their divine bodies are on the verge of collapse.
"Then, please follow me, everyone."
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At the hotel reception, in front of the receptionists 0077 and 0078, the gods of Asgard looked at each other in bewilderment.
"A standard double room costs 12888 per night, with a deposit of 5000?"
"What? The settlement is using the Standard World's original units? Why don't you just rob us..."
"You need to recharge 100,000 yuan at once to become the lowest level Silver Card member..."
It's not that these second-generation gods of Asgard can't afford this money... but what's wrong with having this money? With this money, even some low-ranking goddesses in other mythologies who have committed crimes can enjoy themselves to the fullest—I mean, enjoy themselves to the fullest, three ways!
"Guests, have you decided how many rooms you need?" Miss 0077 smiled her most standard smile. "You've been discussing here for half an hour now... How about I recommend some more affordable packages?"
Although Miss 0077's smile was sweet, Miss 0078 next to her looked at her with obvious disdain.
After the "welcome show" of the endless killing field, even the most hot-tempered troll general Boro had lost his temper and had no intention of causing any more trouble.
When the eyes of the children of the gods turned to their king Odin, Odin coughed lightly and waved his hand: "Arrange a single room for me, and double standard rooms for the rest... Check in for three days first."
"Okay." Miss 0078 instantly put on her most standard sweet smile. "Please come this way to make your payment. Would you like to recharge for a membership? If you recharge one million now, you'll receive a five thousand bonus."
“…No need.” Odin, the king of the gods, trembled slightly. “Let me experience your services first.”
Even he felt a pang of heartache just from the cost of lodging for the gods—mainly because he didn't carry much wealth, and also because after the disaster he encountered while exploring the depths of the third node, he had almost emptied the divine realm's coffers to barely maintain his strength as a high-level [Radiant Moon], and then slept for a long time afterward.
Asgard has been closed for a long time. It used to be considered a top-tier second-rate power, and could even reach the level of a first-rate power. Now, it's probably not even good enough to be at the bottom of the second-rate level.
In summary, the financial situation of Asgard is currently very poor.
But the divine realm is the divine realm, and the god-king is the god-king personally... The divine realm being poor does not mean that the god-king himself is truly poor.
The moment the [Soul Payment] was successfully credited to his account, Odin, the King of Gods, quickly withdrew his hand... This thing even showed the integration level of his legend?
He felt a chill run down his spine. Even the sweet-smiling, seemingly harmless receptionist in front of him dared not underestimate him.
"Well then, guests, I will now escort you to your rooms," Miss 0077 said softly. "Please follow me."
"Phew... I can finally take a break."
"Yeah, this awful place..."
"Shh, keep your voice down..."
There were quite a few guests staying this time: the remaining sons of the gods, two legion generals, and Odin himself, making a total of eleven people.
One of the Sons of God was critically injured and on the verge of death... that was the Son of God, Vali. However, as long as there is a safe place for him to recuperate, he can be saved. At this moment, the one who most urgently wants to settle down is the Son of God, Vali.
"Why is this hotel so quiet? I haven't seen any other guests along the way," Heimdall, the Son of God, asked, frowning.
Miss 0077 said softly, "Besides you all, there are two other guests in the hotel who checked in earlier."
"What are their origins?" Odin, the king of gods, asked in a deep voice.
Those who were invited to stay here... should not be some nameless nobody from the void.
"We apologize, but we generally do not disclose information about our guests. We hope you understand."
It's generally not disclosed... which means it's not something that can be disclosed in a normal way.
The gods understood the unspoken meaning behind the receptionist's words... Seeing this, Odin, the king of the gods, gave a wink, and the only remaining female child of the gods quickly walked to Miss 0077's side.
"We're all residents living in the same place, so we're bound to bump into each other sometime. It would be awkward if we didn't recognize each other when we met..." The Goddess smiled slightly. "It's just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you like it."
Miss 0077 looked at the crystal containing divine power that the Goddess had secretly slipped into her hand... This thing could also extract the source units of a small world, but the extraction rate was much lower than that of [Fairy Spirit Stones] and the like.
However, this divine power crystal itself is not small in size.
"I'm sorry, guests." Miss 0077 shook her head and said, "It's the hotel's rule that we can't accept guests' money privately... If you feel my service was satisfactory, please give me a good review when you check out."
Miss 0077 placed the divine crystal back into the hands of the Goddess. "Please keep your valuables safe... Although the hotel is very safe, things can still get forgotten or left behind."
First of all, although this Miss 0077 only has the employee number 0077 as her name, her sweet appearance is irresistible, making people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze. It's as if she has some kind of strange buff, making it impossible for anyone to be angry.
The daughter of the god was somewhat embarrassed at this moment, but she did not feel any dissatisfaction. She could only glance helplessly at her father god and silently retreat.
"Never mind, since we live in the same place, we'll find out who it is sooner or later," Odin, the king of the gods, said in a low voice.
They continued to move slowly down the corridor... extremely cautiously, because ever since they left that terrible killing field and officially entered the hotel, the gods had already discovered that their divine power was completely sealed in this place.
Even the mighty Odin was not spared—this is the fundamental reason why the gods are so polite and cautious.
"Helmod, is something on your mind?"
At the back of the group, Heimdall, who had noticed that the Son of God Helmod had been very silent, asked in a low voice.
“It’s nothing,” Helmod shook his head. “I’m just feeling a bit sentimental. There’s no need to worry.”
Heimdall patted Helmod's shoulder gently in understanding, without saying anything... At this moment, most of the gods were uneasy, and his own mood was not necessarily very good either.
Helmod's gaze subtly swept past the gods before him and landed on Odin, the king of the gods. At that moment, however, his mind was filled with the last words spoken by Ricky, the servant of the "false god," when he was killed...
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As the gods were taking their seats, Chen Mingming also arrived at Hathaway's office.
This professional woman maintained a very upright posture while working. When she saw Chen Mingming enter, she simply raised her head slightly and said, "Is there anything you need, Lord Chen?"
Chen Mingming sat down directly. "I've already arranged for the gods from the Divine Realm to move in. Please have someone process the Yuanmo materials they've obtained... there's quite a lot of them."
“Okay, I’ll arrange for someone to handle it right away.” Hathaway nodded.
Chen Mingming thought for a moment and said, "Miss Youye has entrusted me with the task of sending out invitations. There should be quite a few guests checking in soon, so I think it's time to have more staff in the hotel."
Hathaway smiled slightly: "Please rest assured, the staff have all been trained and can be put into work immediately."
"I'm just offering a suggestion," Chen Mingming said casually. "You are the actual manager of the hotel... However, we will have a lot of contact regarding this auction. So, please take care of me in the future, Miss Hathaway."
"You're too kind," Hathaway said, displaying a touch of appropriate reserve.
"Then I won't disturb your work any longer." Chen Mingming stood up. "I need to continue distributing invitations."
“Alright, I’ll arrange for you to use the [Critical Gate] immediately.” Hathaway nodded. “Has Lord Chen decided where he wants to go next?”
"The next stop is [Heaven]." Chen Mingming said directly, "This is what Miss Youye instructed, to personally deliver the invitation to that Seraphim in [Heaven]."
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In the United States, DC, Washington D.C.... a mid-to-high-end apartment building that survived the disaster.
The disaster nearly destroyed the entire city... but some lucky places miraculously survived.
Inside the apartment, Jin Shi slumped on the sofa, looking as if he had given up thinking, staring blankly at the fan blades spinning on the ceiling.
John was working on his laptop at the island that extended from the open kitchen... the keyboard was clattering.
Perhaps the sound of typing was seriously disturbing Kintoki's empty mind, because he suddenly went crazy and threw a cup at him, "Aren't you annoying? Can't you find somewhere else to work?"
"This place seems to be mine?" John casually took the cup and placed it on the island counter. "Kintoki, have I been too lenient with you?"
"...Wasn't the arena tournament canceled?!" Jin Shi sat up. "Your crappy website probably can't go on either, so what are you busy with? Let me make it clear, this has nothing to do with me. Blame [Wednesday], but it's already dead!"
"So the Z-coin website is shutting down?" John casually lit a cigarette. "The website is even more popular now than during the tournament. Haven't you seen how busy I've been these past few days?"
"What?" Jin Shi's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's even more popular now? You didn't cheat, did you hypnotize everyone and make them jump into the fire?"
“I simply refunded all the bets from the final match, the one between Shenzhou’s Little Sword Immortal and the Holy Son of the Holy See, as well as the chips from the last betting game that was temporarily opened on Wednesday.” John shrugged.
Jin Shi scratched his head, his dormant brain cells stirring, but he quickly suppressed them. "What's going on... why the refund?"
“Of course, it’s to give our customers confidence.” John looked at the guy who had unexpectedly won first place with a hint of annoyance. “I want all website users to know very clearly that the [Z-coin] website is not a temporary website. It will exist for a long time, and it will exist with extremely high credibility. Besides, does the absence of the arena mean we can’t bet on other things?”
"Goodness..." Kintoki clicked his tongue and said, "The boss gave you a bottle of teriyaki sauce, and you just ate a whole table of chicken cutlets, huh!"
"Anyway, I don't have any other work to do after I woke up." John chuckled. "This project is quite interesting. Once the website is running smoothly, I won't need to manage it much."
"No...you guys who only know how to scheme deserve to die!"
“You can do it too,” John said nonchalantly.
Anyway, Kintoki can't kill him... and he can't kill Kintoki either. It's something to do when you're really bored.
Jin Shi clearly knew this too, and immediately slumped down like a deflated balloon. "Help me think of something! So many days have passed, why hasn't the boss contacted me yet? Damn it, it's just a matter of sticking my neck out. I'd rather be locked up in the Ark of the Covenant for thousands of years... There's no situation at all right now, it's so agonizing!"
John thought for a moment and said, "You said... only Miss Yuya appeared at that time, right?"
“Yeah,” Kintoki nodded. “That guy is way scarier than Eleanor… The shopkeeper shouldn’t have turned her into a Dark Soul in the first place…”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” John waved his hand and pondered, “However, since the boss didn’t show up in person… is it possible that the boss doesn’t care about this matter at all?”
"Huh...huh???" Kintoki's eyes widened. "Then why haven't you contacted me yet?"
"..." John said irritably, "Kintoki, I know you're not very bright, but at least you shouldn't be, right? Shouldn't you be the one to confess at a time like this? You're actually thinking of just sitting here doing nothing and waiting for the boss to come to you?"
"Huh?" Jin Shi suddenly stood up. "Now that you mention it... it seems to make sense? I've been waiting for nothing these past few days?!"
John covered his face and sighed, saying, "I have only one request. Whether the boss really comes to find you or you go to the boss now... don't say you've seen me or spoken to me, okay?"
Jin Shi responded with only the third finger of his left hand.
Then Kintoki got some moisture.