Every time I play a real game, I want to kick the old attack

Just when Coning was about to bow his head and hurry, some shouts came from the wind and snow.

He turned his head and found three figures waving their hands on the top of the snow hill not far away.

He waited for a while, and the three men ran down the snow hill.

"God, our plane crashed. We walked for a long time before we saw anyone. Are we saved? Where is this place?" A middle-aged man with a beard hugged his black coat, full of anticipation looked at Coning.

The other two are also adult men in their thirties. Like the bearded man, their eyes are full of anticipation, and it is temporarily impossible to tell if they are players.

Coning pointed to the distant mountain.

"There is a hot spring hotel there, and I'm going there."

The three of them seemed to notice the hotel just now, and all of them looked happy.

"Great! We're saved!"

Coning didn't say anything, and followed the three of them to the hotel.

On the way, the bearded man was very talkative and said his name was Will, and asked Coning's name.

Coning was also very involved in the show, and said with some pride and satisfaction.

"My name is Coning. I am the only heir of that hotel. I am here to inherit the hotel."

The three of them gave him envious looks at the same time.

"Then... then can we pay on credit? A lot of our luggage was damaged due to accidents. But don't worry, we will pay you when we can contact your family."

Coning said with a little uncertainty.

"Ah...it should be possible."

The three of them immediately became more enthusiastic about Coning.

However, Coning showed a little shyness of young people at the right time, so as not to talk too much with them and reveal too much information.

With anticipation, the four arrived at the gate of the large manor after half an hour.

They walked for so long in the wind and snow, everyone was almost frozen.

Coning's physical fitness also felt a little too much, he felt that his toes seemed to have become hard.

He rubbed his somewhat numb face, and knocked on the huge wooden door knob at the gate of the manor.

The door was quickly opened silently, and a warm current rushed to the four of them.

The warm current from the pavement made Coning's face instantly feel the comfort of spring.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, and said to the man in red waiter uniform who came to open the door.

"Hello, I have received the will attachment sent to me. I am Coning who is here to inherit this hotel."

The reserved waiter glanced at Coning indifferently, and gestured a welcome with his white-gloved hand.

The three people behind, together with Coning, followed the waiter to the front hall.

Although this building is called a hotel, the luxurious interior decoration is simply astonishing.

It cost a fortune just to have a beautiful oak floor and a heavy woolen carpet in the reception hall.The huge crystal chandelier fully illuminates the large area here, and several tall green plants are growing gratifyingly in this warm spring-like place.

I'm afraid this is not a place where ordinary people can stay.

Probably aware of this, Coning noticed that the three people behind him showed embarrassment and anxiety.

He also showed some discomfort with this place at the right time.

After all, the outfit on his body has already explained how cramped his previous financial situation was.

The waiter finally led several people to an open small hall not far from the front hall. There was a burning fireplace inside, and the reddish-brown leather sofa was placed, which looked very comfortable.

"Please sit down, Mr. Ke. Because many gentlemen who claim to be heirs have arrived recently, Mr. Housekeeper needs to carefully screen them. Please wait in the front hall first."

Hearing what the waiter said, several people following Coning looked at him with probing eyes.

Coning also blushed.

"What do you mean...my cousin is the only relative!"

"Yes. We know." The waiter replied calmly. "Only one of them will be true."

"Don't worry, sir, I will send some refreshments. You have come from a long distance and need to rest first to calm down from the fatigue of the journey."

After speaking, the waiter turned and left.

But after a while, another maid with a towel brought exquisite tea sets and snacks for several people.

The few people who claimed to be the passengers of the plane crash seemed to be really hungry, and they ate food voraciously.

Coning saw the maid standing aside secretly looking at this side with contemptuous eyes, like a country boy trying to pretend to be reserved, sat upright awkwardly, and did not touch the refreshments.

When the three people in front of them had eaten and drank enough, the door opened again, and Coning heard the whirring of wind and snow drifting into the hall.

But after a while, the waiter brought a few more people.

There were five men and three women in total, all of them looked extremely embarrassed, and Bai Lianhua was among them.But Coning didn't see Jiang Aili, she was in a ghost state, and it was more convenient for her to be invisible when she didn't plan to appear in front of everyone.

The waiter also asked them to rest here.

"We are lost climbers, my name is Jiao Tai, how about you?" A young man wearing a felt hat took the initiative to talk to Ko Ning and the others.

Will tells about their plane crash and Corning's identity.

Several guys who claimed to be climbers immediately took a flattering look at Coning.

Coning knew that there must be many players among these guys. Seeing the same expressions of these people, he immediately felt a lot of pressure. The random players seemed to be experienced, which added a lot of difficulty to the dungeon.

Bai Lianhua also realized this, and did not rush to meet Coning, pretending that they were strangers.

The waiter brought new refreshments to appease the new asylum seekers, keeping the crowded living room quiet and orderly.

Coning seemed impatient, and asked anxiously.

"When will my identity be confirmed?!"

"Soon, the butler will come over when he finishes his daily work in the hotel." The waiter said so, and suddenly another waiter came in and whispered a few words beside him.

After listening, he immediately turned around and bowed to Coning.

"It's a coincidence, sir. Mr. Steward has finished his work at hand, and now all the 'Heirs' are invited to go together."

Coning immediately stood up and pulled the wrinkled coat on his body.

At this moment Will raised his hand with interest.

"I don't know if we can go to see the selection of the successor of this hotel. We met this gentleman on the almost desperate road and we have a good impression of him. We want to help him so that he will not be bullied by someone."

"No problem." The waiter replied generously. "It's an open selection."

Hearing what the waiter said, everyone present seemed to think it was too boring, and they all stood up and followed behind Coning.

Coning showed some nervousness, looking back at the customers who joined in the fun from time to time.

Soon, the group followed the waiter to the other end of the first floor of the hotel.

There is a large banquet hall here.

The interior of the banquet hall is covered with beautiful marble floor tiles, as well as magnificent soft decoration.The buffet tables that were originally covered with white lace tablecloths were moved to the corners, and in the center of the spacious hall, there were already four people standing.

Probably hearing footsteps, the four people in different outfits turned their heads and looked over.

"Please, Mr. Ke. These are gentlemen who claim to be heirs, please go too."

The waiter said to Coning.

"Mr. Steward will be here soon. Please also think about your speech during this time. It is short but powerful enough to prove your identity."

Coning glanced at the bare floor under his feet, and walked over with the same hands and feet.

Walking to the far right of the four people, Ko Ning took a closer look at them.

Except for the gentleman on the far left who is wearing a decent suit, the other three people appear to be in very difficult financial situations.

Among them, the gentleman standing next to Coning didn't even tidy up his appearance, his face was full of brown stubble, his hair was messy, and his eyes were sunken.

The other two have good looks, their clothes are old but neat, and have no distinctive features.

Because it is a competitive relationship, everyone is very hostile to everyone else, and no one talks.

Coning heard the customers behind him whispering something.

He was full of boredom in his heart, but he also tried his best to look anxious.

I don't know how long it took, the several 'heirs' around him started to switch their weight-bearing feet from side to side because of exhaustion, and another front door of this banquet hall opened.

The whispering behind him stopped, and Coning looked up in that direction boredly.

A tall and straight man in a slim tuxedo walked in.

His silhouette gave Coning a strange illusion. He couldn't help but shudder, shook his head slightly, and looked over carefully again.

The person who came had black hair, as black as ink, and those long hairs were neatly draped behind his shoulders, not messy at all.He wears a monocle of gold-rimmed glasses on one eye, and the pair of eyes under the lens are also dark and deep.

His facial features are gentle and handsome, and the corners of his eyes are slightly bent because of a smile, which gives him the illusion that he has a very gentle personality.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

He walked right in front of the five people, put a white gloved hand in front of him, and bowed slightly.

"My name is Ulysses. I am the housekeeper of this manor hotel. I am responsible for assisting the owner of the manor and handling all the things here..."

Ke Jing quietly listened to the other party's introduction.Unexpectedly, a person beside him interrupted the other party in dissatisfaction.

It was the rough man next to him.

"Hey, since you are the housekeeper, we will be your masters in the future, yet you made us wait for so long. What do you mean?!"

"Before your identity is confirmed, you are not more important than the daily work of the hotel." The butler still replied with a smile.

"Hey, you nasty guy, you don't respect your master at all!" the man pointed at him and shouted. "Believe it or not, I will tell you to leave immediately! I am the real heir! Here is my letter!!"

"I'm back from the battlefield! No bastard can escape my gun."

The man took out a piece of yellowed paper from one pocket, and a handful of old guns from the other pocket.

Seeing the gun, the other three candidates around him immediately retreated a lot away from him.

The butler was still smiling, and he patted lightly with his white-gloved hands.

Several waiters came in through the door he had just entered, but they all held a handful of guns in their hands, and they had already pointed at the five people in front of them.

The man who was clamoring just now became dumb all of a sudden.

He shoved the dick back into his trousers embarrassingly, muttering.

"I am the master here."

"I hope you understand a truth. If you want to become the owner of this place, you must be confirmed by me." Mr. Butler still spoke softly, as if he was ready to provide the best service for the owner at any time.