I lived two hundred years

Chapter 437 Hotel
"Two rooms. We're staying here for a while."

Stryker reached out to hold the young woman's hand holding the gold coin, and gently kneaded it.

"What are you doing? I don't provide that kind of service."

The young woman blushed and shook Stryker's hand away, but there were ripples in her eyes, flirting with Stryker.

"It's a pity." Stryker smiled and shook his head, and said, "Then prepare a table for us. We are also hungry."

"No matter how hungry you are, you can't look at me like this, as if you want to eat me." The young woman gave Stryker a white look, and walked away with a smile.

"Master, have you taken a fancy to him?" Seeing him walking away, West approached Stryker's ear and asked in a low voice.

"What do you think she looks like?" Stryker asked back.

West thought for a while and said, "She looks okay, but she's not as good as those noble ladies. The point is, she's from Huangjing City, and she runs an inn. Such an identity is not worthy of you."

"Then why do you think I'll fall for her?" Stryker tapped West's head, walked to a table, and sat down.

"Then why did you grab someone's hand?" West looked disbelieving.

"You. I really don't understand anything. Kid." Stryker shook his head and smiled.

West couldn't help exclaiming: "I'm not a child. I'm already 15 years old."

"Master, 15 years old, you have to be careful about that proprietress. She can eat people." As Stryker said, he picked up the jug on the table, poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

"One gold coin and one pot, thank you for your patronage."

The proprietress was elusive again, and stretched out her palm to Stryker.

"What? A pot of wine and a gold coin? You are robbing!"

West finally couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped up screaming.

"Don't be so excited. A pot of 'Rainbow Mead' is a gold coin, not too expensive. This is Yellow Crystal City."

Stryker patted West on the head and told him to sit down.

"Guests really know what they're looking for. In Huangjing City, we're the only hotel with 'Rainbow Honey Wine'. It's not surprising that it's a little more expensive." The proprietress said, taking a gold coin from Stryker, and A plate was placed on their table.

West stared at the few slices of bread on the plate, dumbfounded.

"Miss Boss, is this our meal?"

"I'm sorry. There's only this in the kitchen. You can order first." The proprietress smiled lightly, tore off a small piece of bread, and stuffed it into Stryker's mouth.

Stryker chewed the bread in his mouth carefully, and said with a smile: "It's amazing. The bread made of cloud milk and bitter snake grass is delicious and nutritious. The reunion hotel is not easy."

"The guest's tongue is also very powerful." The proprietress chuckled and put the two keys on the table. "This is your room key. Two gold coins a day. How long do you want to stay?"

West heard this and almost fainted.

He had heard of slayers, but he had never heard of such ruthless ones.

Two gold coins are enough for him to buy a decent house in his hometown, but it is only the price of staying in a hotel for a day here.

Stryker didn't seem to care at all, he thought for a while and said, "Let's stay for five days first."

While speaking, Stryker popped out one after another of glittering gold coins from the palm of his hand, and flew towards the proprietress.

The proprietress didn't panic either, she easily caught the ten gold coins and stuffed them into her pocket like a butterfly piercing through her fingers.

"If the guest has no other requirements, please feel free to do so."

The proprietress left with a smile, seemingly very satisfied.

West looked at the ceiling, but he felt a little hopeless.

The scene just now really shocked his three views.

"Master, don't we have much money? Our purse has just been stolen, why do you spend it like this?" West was worried and embarrassed, and asked, "How much money do we have left?"

"That's it."

Stryker reached out and touched the lining, and there was a sound of metal clashing.

A moment later, Stryker put a handful of coins on the table.

"Can't count. Count yourself."

West was very happy to see such a large amount of money on the table, but when he saw the color on it, his face suddenly collapsed.

Most of the money contained copper coins, only a few silver coins here and there, and none of the gold coins.

"Master, is this all our money?"

West took a chance.

Stryker ruthlessly crushed it.

"Yes."

"Five days later, what shall we do?"

West asked blankly.

"Maybe we don't need to stay for five days to find Modu and solve the problem."

Stryker picked up a piece of bread and ate it.

West was overjoyed and looked at the proprietress.

The proprietress seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "If you check out early, the money will not be refunded."

West's face turned pale immediately.

"Don't think so much. This kind of bread uses cloud milk and bitter snake grass, which is very good for developing the potential of the human body. If you eat more, you may be able to stimulate your spiritual power and become a holy emblem. When you become a holy emblem, you are afraid No money."

Stryker said, stuffing a piece of bread to West.

West was greatly moved when he heard the words, and quickly declined: "Master, you should eat such a good thing. Holy emblem envoy, I dare not think about it. I don't have that kind of life."

Stryker yawned, shook his head, and said, "Who knows what will happen next? I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed. This plate of bread can't be kept for long, so don't waste it."

After speaking, Stryker picked up a key and walked upstairs.

West wanted to go forward to serve, but Stryker stretched out his hand and sent him back.

Watching Stryker close the door, a waiter cautiously came to the proprietress and asked, "Sister, this is not good for master and servant, should we do it?"

"Do it, of course you have to do it. That servant is fine. That master is not ordinary. He can recognize 'Rainbow Honey Wine' and 'Cloud Snake Bread', and act in a calm manner. If he says he has no money, I don't believe it. .”

The proprietress bit her finger and smiled ambiguously.

"Then when shall we do it?" Seeing this, the waiter quickly lowered his head.

This proprietress is a cannibalism master.

The waiter followed her, and had long seen the fate of those who were addicted to her beauty.

Although he is also a little impulsive from time to time, for the sake of his own life, he should endure it.

"tonight."

The proprietress glanced at the waiter, showed a contemptuous smile, and then looked at Stryker's room.

"Little nobleman, don't let me down."

As she spoke, she didn't know what to think, stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips.

Standing alone in the room, Stryker seemed to notice the proprietress' eyes, looked back and smiled.

"Finally, I no longer receive the attention of the world consciousness. I have to step up my actions. It's really uncomfortable to hold back like this."

(End of this chapter)