Abyss Express

Chapter t.18 Helping hand·A helping hand

[Part ①·One piece of contract]

"Guests! If you are free, can you come and check in?"

The lobby manager shouted politely and took the four distinguished guests to the front desk.

Bu Liuxing planned to go straight to the topic, swept away the housing contract sent by the front desk, and asked in a low voice——

"——Ask your boss to come see me."

Since this hailstorm deliberately drove him here, then this Violet Sunrise Hotel should be the casino arranged by Gloria for the guests - Meteor wants to fight quickly. If Captain Guagua and First Mate Ethan are involved, they will be dragged behind. It’s difficult to deal with in the middle of the night.

"Don't be anxious! Weeping General!" The lobby manager was very enthusiastic, and his smile made people feel like a spring breeze. Judging from the signs of breath, body temperature and pheromones - this is a 100% pure-blooded Homo sapiens, and the meteor has not risen yet. Murderous intention.

Meteor asked: "We're not talking about business when we get to the casino? Are you going to make fun of me?"

The lobby manager was still patient and tapped the housing contract——

"——Please go back to your room and have a short rest. After tomorrow morning, you will be full of energy. Then come to the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel to eat and drink. Only then will you have the strength to perform in front of Lady Gloria! Are you right?"

At this point, Meteor seemed to have no reason to refuse. He looked at Captain Guagua and tried to seek advice.

This old captain who has traveled all over the world has been to various docks and harbors, and his awareness of safety precautions when traveling must be sharper than that of Meteor. Although General Weeping has been fighting for seven or eight years, the combat conditions There is a whole set of intelligence system as support, and in most cases, small teams work together, which is completely different from this sudden invitation to a gambling fight.

Guagua took a look at the weather outside the front hall door. The hail was still violent and showed no intention of stopping.

"Although I don't recommend staying here overnight, we have no other choice."

First Mate Ethan even risked his life and walked about twenty steps outside the door. Before the brave uncle could walk out of the courtyard, he was immediately forced back by ice particles and snowflakes. He jogged all the way, almost falling on the slippery surface. He fell down on the front hall floor, and there were a lot of ice shards scattered on his body.

"No, no, no, no! There are not even a few tile shacks on the street to shelter from the hail! All the cloth shacks have collapsed! Brother Meteor, we can't get out!"

The lobby manager promptly pushed the housing contract to the shooting star.

"General Cry, don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart."

"This snowstorm is like a wonderful destiny. It allows us to meet each other and find a place to live in this warm harbor."

"Lord Gloria is a compassionate, gentle and sentimental person. Since you have come to Violet Sunrise - as a guest of the God of Dionysus, we will definitely entertain you well."

"Don't worry, your friends will be well taken care of, I swear to God in the name of a Dionysian believer."

"Before tomorrow's bet begins, if any of the guests make any mistakes, even feel slightly aggrieved in the hotel room, or feel that our customer service department's service is not attentive enough, I, the leader, will come to see them."

These words came out of the manager's mouth so confidently and with such righteousness.

The innocent and naive Flavia couldn't help but be moved by it——

"——Cry General! He's already here to see you! Let's stay here for the night, right?"

"There's no other place to sleep. With such heavy snow, we can't go back at all."

Guagua stared at the door and added, "If we have to go back to the Dionysian Church to spend the night, I'm afraid the hail will smash us into pulp."

Meteor didn't think much and was about to sign the contract——

——At this moment, First Officer Ethan grabbed the crying general’s hand tightly.

This middle-aged man with a slovenly beard smelled of fish oil and had a bit of bald spot on his head. He looked ugly and had an oily temperament, but there was an inexplicable calmness in his eyes that was reassuring.

"Manager, does this word have to be signed by the general crying?"

The two boat runners have traveled far and wide, and their travel experience is richer than that of Bu Meteor, which also includes this sense of [contract]. Generally speaking, in large areas with good security on the subway, people usually don't care about the additional terms and conditions of banks and hotels - they usually just glance at them and that's it.

Ever since Gua Gua became the captain, the first mate has been responsible for arranging hotels for the ship's crew.

Boat runners always have to run around, find some nameless docks and ports in the wilderness far away from civilization, and wrestle with the barbaric rules born in this barren land.

Ethan has seen too many strange contracts and has become accustomed to them. In order to obtain high-quality service for the crew and to negotiate a favorable price for the captain, he must clearly read the additional terms of each housing contract - lest these light pieces of paper turn into a heavy contract of betrayal. .

"It's free." The lobby manager emphasized: "Violet Sunrise Hotel has arranged top-level suites for you. If you want to change to other room types, there will be no additional charges. Gloria will pay all the bills."

Ethan then asked: "Does General Cry have to sign this word?"

The manager is like an ostrich, burying his head in the sand and seemingly unable to hear anything——

"——You can read the contract content carefully. Of course, this is just a process to facilitate the hotel to calculate room scheduling manpower and provide better services to customers."

"There are not many terms and conditions, just sign it and you can move in. Your identity information must be registered at the front desk."

"This is to cooperate with the governor's palace and the inspection officials of Huacheng Street to arrest criminals. Is it reasonable?"

"Do you have to cry, General, to sign? I have asked three times, manager, you don't look like someone who can't understand Chinese." Uncle Ethan had already started to look through the contract and found no suspicious clauses: "If you don't ask this question Let’s make it clear that we will sleep on the sofa in the front hall and spend the night here temporarily.”

The lobby manager's forehead has begun to sweat -

"——How can this be done?"

Flavia was surprised and said: "How can this be done!"

She tugged at the hem of her skirt and patted her wet girdle. The rain and snow were soaking her skin, and the body odor of her blood-granting body was getting stronger and stronger. She couldn't bear it. , let alone the ordinary people around them.

The two night shift cleaning girls who walked past just now wanted to say hello to Flavia, but when they smelled the stench of sweat, rain, dew, dust, and mud on the black snake, they ran away as if they were avoiding the god of plague.

"How about I sign one first?" Flavia's face wrinkled in anxiety: "I'll go find a room to change clothes first? Take a shower? I'm really tired! Uncle Ethan!"

From noon to midnight, Flavia has been busy at the alchemy table, using her soul power to make psychic props for Meteor, and using the green stone man's alchemy skills to make candies. She also decorated the small tricycle used for setting up the stall with her own hands. Coupled with the series of sales sessions in the middle of the night, she was almost too tired to speak.

The lobby manager seized the opportunity and quickly explained——

"——Or you can ask Miss Flavia to sign this."

"Since several guests are unwilling to accept Lady Gloria's arrangement, there are actually public toilets and artificial hot springs on the first floor. There are hot water pools and saunas, but they are provided as a resting place for men."

"How about it?"

Saying this, the lobby manager showed a slight look of disdain on his face.

"It doesn't matter if a stinky man doesn't pay attention to maintenance. Don't wrong the noble Miss Flavia."

"Or? The famous crying general is actually scared?"

The manager's fingers glanced at the top of the contract paper, and he turned his head and raised his chest.

"Are you intimidated by these two thin pieces of paper?"

Bu Liuxing and Captain Guagua said: "He seems to look down on me?! Hey! Does he think I will fall for such a weak and low-level provocation?"

Guagua nodded: "I think this offensive is extremely effective for you."

Ethan echoed: "Yes, the captain is right, General Cry, I feel the same way."

"Hey!" Bu Liexing strode forward and came to Uncle Ethan, "How is it? Is there any problem? No problem, I'll sign it."

Guagua whispered to Ethan: "He can't even last two hundred words."

"I have no clue either." Ethan read the contents of the contract and made sure that there were no pages sandwiched between the two pieces of paper, and there was no strange invisible ink. The terms were reasonable and the service was considerate. "Then General Cry, Dame Gloria must have you sign it. I’ve already read this contract, and it seems to have no problems—or maybe I don’t have the inspiration and vision to find any problems with it.”

"Now I give it to you, and I ask you to look at it carefully and think twice before you act."

With that said, the housing contract was handed over to Meteor.

As Ethan said, it is just a guest information registration form for the Violet Sunrise Hotel, plus the hotel service column, accommodation content, catering column and additional room charges and taxes. In addition, there is a column Disclaimer and House Rules. All the expenses were borne by Gloria Sebastian, and the seal of the Dionysus Church and Gloria's autograph were written on it, just waiting for Meteor to sign this word.

There are four rooms in total. If the guest needs to change the room type or multiple people live in one room, it can also be adjusted temporarily. Everything can be arranged according to the guest's wishes.

Putting the contract to his mouth, Meteor tasted the paper carefully, especially the corners where his fingers often touched. He tried to collect some pheromones and get more information - but found nothing.

At least it looked like two ordinary pieces of paper with no credibility or threat. It's so easy to tear it up, after all, this is Daxia - even after signing, it doesn't matter if you don't fulfill the housing agreement.

"The check-in time is today, and the check-out time is after the gambling." Meteor silently muttered the details of the contract: "Just sign it here, right?"

The manager smiled and nodded: "Yes, General Cry."

Meteor: "Sign with my real name?"

The manager responded: "A code name is fine. If possible, it's better to sign with your real name. This will also make it easier for the soldiers to do things. Our hotel has to submit a guest list every day. The southeast is not peaceful. There are many warlords who are watching the coastal ports and spies. They pretend to be tourists from all walks of life and come to East Malaysia to cause trouble."

"Okay." Meteor believed this statement for the time being——

——After signing, the manager brought four sets of keys to manage the doors of the four suites.

Several people discussed again and saved two rooms. Guagua, Ethan and Meteor lived in one room, and Flavia lived in another room alone.

The manager pointed to the stairs: "Please invite a few people to climb up to the sixth floor. Thank you for your hard work."

The modernization process of East Malaysia Port has not yet unlocked high-end goods such as elevators. The hotel's decoration is more like London a hundred or two hundred years ago, with cotton and wallpaper everywhere as soft furnishings, and statues and murals as literary ornaments.

[Part②·Crazy Devil]

When several distinguished guests followed the night waiter upstairs——

——The lobby manager breathed a sigh of relief, carefully held the housing contract and rushed to the comprehensive reception room on the second floor.

He hurried past the kitchen, ran through the brewery, and came to the big boss's office.

"Mr. Frater! Boss! BOSS! Are you still awake?"

The manager knocked hard for a long time.

A bright red fleshy palm protruded from the crack in the door, revealing a pair of cunning and insidious little eyes.

He was a strong man with sunken cheeks and an unusually thick chin. He was a Cossack man with red skin all over his body, like a devil from hell.

His arms are so thick that he can completely block his head by raising his arms, but his head is unusually small——

——Compared with the huge figure of 2.1 meters, this head is like a stunted little watermelon, covered with thick black hair, with beards from chin to cheeks, and the hair grows to the back of the head, and finally hangs on the two sides. shoulder.

He has a pair of beautiful horns, and looks like an aggressive bull. His golden-red eyes are deeply sunken, his eyebrows are full and fleshy, and his eyebrows are so thick that they are almost connected to a line. If he frowns slightly in anger, he will turn into an exquisite " V" symbol.

Fret is his pseudonym. This devil comes from the Nine Hells. Like St. Josh Joris, he is a [Deva·God]. He obtained extraordinary psychic powers through the promotion ceremony of [Pratapa Deva·Pu Gray Butterfly]. The great devil who gained the favor of the original seed.

"he came?"

The manager quickly submitted the contract documents.

"Yes, General Crying has already signed it, and he lives on the sixth floor."

Frater beamed: "Then let's get started! Without further ado! Let the guys get moving!"

Saying this, the big devil brought the housing contract and shouted Hunwei's true name——

"——[Helping hand·One arm]! Open it!"

The originally thin paper suddenly expanded, like a magic card in Fred's hand, spitting out a thick stack of contracts from two pages.

Every page of it has Bu Liuxing's original signature.

The pen in the crying general's hand seemed to be able to penetrate these papers and write names on every page of the contract.

There were a total of one thousand four hundred and twenty-two additional clauses, and a total of forty-six pieces of paper fell from the two-page contract onto the desk.

Frater smiled happily and looked at these "deeds of sale" with satisfaction——

——They possess the magical power of amber butterflies and possess the magical powers of the devil. These terms are an unbreakable oath for those who sell themselves into slavery.

"General Crying belongs to me." Frater said proudly: "How much money do you think Gloria is willing to pay for him? How many pieces of essence?"

Manager: "Since he is willing to sign obediently, the rest of the bet will be returned"

"Stupid! Of course you have to show off!" A slender tail sprang out from Fret's robe. It was the same as [Hell Highway], with sharp heart-shaped tail spines. It whipped the manager hard. On the face of the person: "With these treaties, I can play with the crying general as much as I want!~ How could I give up this opportunity?"

"Gloria cares so much about this little toy, and I want to destroy it!~"

"Smash him to pieces"

"Hee hee hee"

The manager also laughed mischievously.

"Boss, your soul power is so powerful. Coupled with demonology and contract orders, all kinds of spells are even more difficult to guard against - this gambling battle ordered by Lord Dionysus will definitely..."

"Shut up." Frater interrupted, not smiling either.

The manager said awkwardly: "It's me. Did I say something wrong?"

Frater took off his coat and put on a slim-fitting suit, dressing up like a man.

"No, you are quite right. Mr. Main - you are quite right."

"It's just that you were imitating my laughter just now. That look was disgusting."

"Uh" Manager Mann was at a loss.

Frater said seriously: "I'm not that vulgar, you can't learn from me."

Mr. Main then asked: "What then?"

"Be more arrogant! Be more cheerful! Be more natural! Don't imitate it in the future!" Frater said, snapping his fingers, and a jeweled scepter flew out from the desk drawer. This was what he still wanted. The club and pyroxene possessed by the human body in human form.

The Great Devil Fret was once Balazon's top magician.

If St. Josh Joris had to choose to become a devil in order to pursue the power of Morpho Butterfly, this ogre still had no soul power after becoming a devil - while Mr. Frater had the blue flash. After Butterfly, he resolutely switched from the blue stone people's camp to the embrace of Crazy Butterfly, and since then he has lit up many devil skill trees related to the original seed.

He possesses a magic wand that combines wand and stone, has soul power, and possesses devil's spells. Like all amber butterflies, he is immortal as long as the magic pool is immortal.

The big boss of the Violet Sunrise Hotel has made a name for himself in the prison world and has been playing in the human world for hundreds of years. From a calm and wise blue stone man to a pure and crazy fun man.

For deputy Main, this poor imitation made him feel ashamed and inexplicably guilty. The boss's scolding was like a kind of torture, which made him feel at a loss and swallowed the Pua attack hard.

Mr. Frater was also very generous. He put his arms around the little brother and whispered.

"I don't know how to comfort people, Main, because the laughter just now was too obscene and ugly, and your face was too ugly, like a rotten and smelly broccoli stuck on a cancerous prostate tumor. "

"The devil will not comfort people. I will only tell you, go out and find a girl, for example, go to our front desk, use your position to sexually harass, or use money to knock one or two beautiful girls out - this kind of shame The feeling will slowly disappear.”

"But I still have to speak ill of someone. Oh, by the way, did I speak ill of him today?"

Brother Manin said in frustration: "Not yet, Mr. Frater, you didn't mention that man today, that's not at all."

"Then it's time to hurt him!" Fret emphasized——

"——If one day, you are in a bad mood and feel that there is no hope in the world."

"When you are at a low point in your life, you need one or two people to talk to you and have a little companionship with whom you can pour your heart out."

"I'll give you a choice between Stone and Woodplake. Trust me."

Mr. Frater gritted his teeth and couldn't sleep with hatred when he thought about this man. There is a story between them, but it happened a long time ago.

The last words popped out from the gap between the canine teeth.

"Hesitating for a second longer is disrespectful to the stone."

The scepter pressed against Man Yin's cheek, which made Man Yin feel the threat of death, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Boss, what should we do? Let's talk about something serious?"

"How was the bet written?" Fret emphasized, "Follow Gloria's rules."

"It's four people versus four people." Mann quickly took out another letter, written by Gloria Sebastian himself: "We require fairness and justice, and the hunting king must also be present before the betting fight can begin."

"Fuck fairness and justice, I'm going to do it now." Frater raised his eyebrows, and the whole devil was in a state of excitement: "Right now, I want these little bastards to die in the hotel, in the bathtub, in the bed, Deaths are everywhere - except for crying general, how much money can he exchange for."

Main reminded: "Won't Lord Gloria be angry?"

"Oh! My God! Mr. Main!" Fred pinched his orchid fingers pretentiously and covered his big mouth with his thick palm: "You don't really think that I am Gloria's servant, do you?"

"Your boss is wise and powerful!"

"He is powerful! His magic is unparalleled!"

"Except for the power of the soul."

Fred nodded and praised——

"——Indeed, my soul power does stretch my crotch a bit."

"It doesn't seem to be of any use"

Man Yin echoed: "It seems so."

"Shut up!" Frater was moody and suddenly cursed: "Who allowed you to say what's wrong with you! You shameless bitch!"

Main: "Okay. I won't say, I won't say."

"If it could be stronger!" Fred said about his soul power, which didn't have much lethality: "I wouldn't be able to wear this bright red skin, nor would I turn into a demon."

"Mr. Main, I think what you just said makes sense."

Main: "Yeah"

Frater: "As a human being, you must know your duty and be fair and just. No one will play an unfair game, right?"

Main: "Indeed."

"But I'm not a human being! I'm no longer a human being! I stopped being a human being a long time ago!"

A pair of huge bright red bat wings emerged from behind Fred. It was the spirit body of [Helping hand·One Arm].

The hysterical laughter spread far away, and the big boss's laughter could be heard throughout the front hall.

"Hahahahahahahaha!~~Hahahahahahahahahaha!~~~~"

The receptionist opened his eyes and started chatting with the cleaning girl next to him.

"I don't understand why the boss is so happy every day. He is full of energy."

The cleaning girl thought for a while and seemed to be infected by this optimistic mental state——

"——He doesn't have to work. If I saw so many people working for me in the hotel every day, I would be happy too!"

"and"

"I have a boyfriend, hey! My dad arranged a marriage for me. He is an officer and soldier in the inner government! He is tall and strong, and he has an iron job! I will resign after the Chinese New Year!"

The words have not yet fallen——

——Frett heard the whispers in the front hall. This crazy devil seemed to be unconvinced. After being transformed into a devil, it was his nature not to see good things from others.

He carried Mann in his arms to the pavilion on the second floor, hugged the manager and licked her fiercely. He was in a very nervous state.

Shaking away the saliva from the foot-long tongue, he roared loudly with eyes wide open.

"It's amazing that you have a boyfriend?! Let me tell you! I have one too!"

The host sister covered her forehead with a look of disbelief——

"——What kind of strange winning mentality is this?"