Lord of the Oasis

Chapter 85: The task thrown in front of you

"Your Highness, put on your coat. It's very humid in the night." After noticing the quiet and sad atmosphere at the scene, Abel bowed to Kant's side and whispered to him in a low voice.

"Yes." Kant came back to his senses, turned his head and glanced at Abel, responded softly and nodded.

Abel carefully put the sheepskin coat on Kant. Then he stepped aside.

"Bandak, please add some more firewood to the fireplace in the room." Kant raised his head and told Bandak: "You can also go to the kitchen downstairs to get some."

"Yes." Bandak nodded. Then he walked to the fireplace and looked at the iron bucket where the firewood was placed. After finding that there was not much firewood left, he threw the remaining firewood into the fire. He also informed Kant that he was going downstairs to get firewood.

"I'll go with you." Seeing that Bandak had reached the entrance, Abel said hurriedly.

Bandak was stunned and stood there. After obtaining Kant's consent, Abel first unlocked the door and walked out.

"Wait for me." Bandak picked up the iron bucket and chased him out of the door.

After these two people left, only Kant and Trubin were left in the room.

The firewood pile in the main hall burned more and more fiercely, and the temperature in the room also rose.

After Trubin collected his emotions, he took off his gloves. He said to Kant: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Your Majesty."

"It's okay." Kant said with an encouraging smile on his face, waving his hand.

"The people from the Supervision Office haven't found out where Jieqi is hiding yet." Trubin's eyes became moist again, and he said: "I really can't believe that he would do such a thing? Maybe in July I shouldn’t have adopted him years ago.”

After listening to Trubin's words, Kant fell silent.

In the world he experienced in his last life, it has become the consensus of everyone not to interfere with other people's lives. Human beings are inherently small, and it is very difficult to want to interfere with the fate of others while receiving blessings from God.

Before coming to this world, Kant always had the attitude that "other people's affairs have nothing to do with me." However, after coming to this world with the memories of his previous life, his values ​​​​were loosened a little bit.

Maybe I don’t know myself as well as I think.

"I have sent those bastards who bullied Jackie away." Trubin said angrily: "Such people must not be allowed to stay in the hotel."

"Yes." Kant nodded slightly and said, "They deserve this result."

"Your Highness, we are back." Bandak, holding half a barrel of firewood, and Abel, who accompanied him, stood at the entrance and greeted Kant.

"Come in quickly." Kant waved and said, "It should be quite cold outside."

"Indeed, a little bit." Bandak responded by rubbing his hands after placing Tietong next to the fireplace.

"When we went downstairs, we found that many residents' rooms were still lit by candlesticks. I guess no one could sleep well tonight," Abelhui reported.

"The waiter in the kitchen told me that this month's firewood has been used up in advance. He told us to take the opportunity to stock up on more. We have to survive the last two days." Bandak grinned: "Then I ordered The sleeping soldier went to get firewood from him.”

Abel quickly gave Bandak a wink, indicating that the owner of the hotel was still here.

"Oh, oh, no." Bandak covered his mouth and quickly explained: "The waiter told me."

"It's my fault that the people below didn't take the initiative to tell me when something happened." Trubin interrupted Bandak's clarification and said.

"We still have to quickly find a suitable candidate to replace Mr. Accountant." Kant said to smooth things over: "Otherwise, if these waiters encounter any trouble, they don't know who to talk to."

"I don't pay much attention to who is in this store on weekdays. Felit has always been busy with hiring labor and other tasks. Where can I find such a suitable candidate now?" Trubin said distressed.

The four people in the main hall were lost in thought, and the atmosphere became quiet again.

"Boss, our group has been living in this hotel for a relatively long time." Kant suggested: "Otherwise, we will pay more attention to you in the coming days. See if we can find the entrance equipment. Who did you choose?"

"That's okay," Trubin agreed, "I'm sorry to bother you all. I can't stay in this town for a few days, and I will leave for the outside of the city the day after tomorrow. I wonder how long you will stay at the hotel?"

"We have a mission. After the mission is over, we will leave the island." Abel thought for a while and replied: "I think we will stay at least for about half a month."

"That's great." A rare smile appeared on Trubin's face. Kant and others were willing to stay and give some support to this hotel. From the bottom of his heart, he was very touched.

"If the boss comes back before then, I think we will give reliable suggestions." Kant promised.

"Okay." Trubin nodded and said, "Then I'll take my leave first. I'm really sorry for bothering you so late at night."

Kant stood up and said goodbye: "Boss, you are going to stay in this town for two more days, aren't you? If you have any questions, we still have a chance to continue talking."

"Yes." After some formalities, Trubin left the room under the gaze of the three people.

"This is troublesome. We haven't found the person we were looking for, and now we have to select a bookkeeper for this hotel." After walking back to the main hall, Abel lay down on the tea table in frustration. , said.

"What's the point? Is it suitable for business? This advantage is very obvious in a person's temperament." Bandak said nonchalantly.

"You have to choose this candidate carefully. At least give my boss an explanation." After Kant left these words, he turned and left.

When Abel went to find him, Kant was changing his bathrobe and getting ready to go to bed.

After a conversation with Trubin, Kant was extremely sleepy at this time and would probably sleep until noon tomorrow.

"Your Majesty has returned to his room." Bandak yawned and said, "Let's talk about picking people tomorrow. I have to go and rest too."

"That's okay." Abel waved his hand to Bandak and said, "Let you go back to rest now. When I go to wake you up tomorrow, you have to convince me to get up."

"Okay." Bandak didn't hear what Abel said at all, but agreed casually.

Chapter 8: Soldiers who smell the fragrance and perform tricks

Abel looked at Bandak's leaving figure, sighed, and began to work hard all night alone.

At noon the next day, Kant woke up from his sleep. When he walked out of the bedroom, he found the main hall empty.

"Did the two of them go on inspection?" Kant muttered silently in his heart. Then he walked into the bathroom and washed up.

Just as Kant was lying in a wooden barrel filled with hot water and enjoying his leisure time, the sound of footsteps came from outside the bathroom door.

Before Kant had any idea, Abel's voice came in.

"Your Majesty, we are back from that guild! Michelle has brought reliable news!"

"When did you go?" Kant jumped out of the water tank and shouted to the door: "We'll talk about it after I get out."

"Yes!" Abel's mood was very high.

After putting on his cotton-padded jacket, Kant opened the bathroom door and walked out. The hot air in the room immediately shrank back when it encountered the low-temperature air outside the door, forming a white gas that lingered at the door.

Kant glanced at the two people sitting at the tea table drinking afternoon tea.

After entering the tea table, Kant pointed to the pastries on the table and asked doubtfully: "Are these brought by the waiter?"

"Don't bother them. We went to the kitchen to bring these ourselves." Bandak took a sip of tea and said nonchalantly.

Seeing the two people's triumphant looks, Kant raised his eyebrows, sat down in his seat, and said: "You guys did a good job. You found the candidate so quickly. You even completed the task. Tell me. , how to do it?”

"Actually, it's nothing. I just suddenly remembered that a soldier in the team was good at smelling incense." After seeing Kant take his seat, Abel immediately straightened up and explained, "Let their captain take him to the vicinity of the guild. Performing on the street."

"The people from the guild came to them just like that?" Kant was amused by Abel's idea and asked.

"Well," Abel couldn't help showing a proud look on his face, and continued: "Anyway, after the soldier's name spread on the street, the members of the guild also noticed the group of entertainers. He immediately rushed over and told the soldier that he would be invited to meet with the boss of the guild at noon tomorrow."

"Well, your idea was really clever." Kant praised.

That guild was secretly engaged in drug trafficking business. If you find a talent like a performing soldier, the content of the conversation will almost certainly be linked to the secret production chain.

"It's just good luck." Abel responded sheepishly.

"By the way, what's the name of that soldier?" Kant raised his head and asked.

"Michelle!" Abel responded.

"Can he handle the meeting tomorrow?" It was only then that Bandak added a word.

"This" Abel had a hesitant look on his face.

"Although it is indeed good to think of smelling fragrance, I told you at that time: you must choose someone suitable for negotiating with strangers." Kant also had a hint of worry in his words.

"That child," Abel glanced at Bandak, said, "has a more lively temperament than other elf soldiers. However, after hearing about the shipwreck, the child's temperament became much quieter. Today I sent a group of them to the guild, but I didn’t hear much from him during the entire journey."

"The impact of the shipwreck incident" Bandak's expression also became complicated, and he raised his head and turned his gaze to Kant.

Kant was silent for a while under the gaze of the two people. Finally, he said: "No matter what, we still have to think carefully about how to carry out this plan. Abel has made a good start, and the rest requires everyone to work together."

"Yes." Abel and Bandak replied in unison.

"After dinner tonight, please arrange for Michelle and me to meet." Kant thought for a while and asked.

"Okay." Abel agreed.

After having afternoon tea, Bandak and Abel left the inn again. Today, many soldiers were separated from the team to escort the hotel guests to the city gate, so they also had to rush to the streets to patrol.

Kant walked to the restaurant on the second floor. After passing through the lonely cafeteria, we arrived at the a la carte restaurant.

The chef who made lunch for him yesterday greeted him: "Sir, good lunch!"

"Hello!" Kant responded with a smile: "Why are there so few people today?"

"Those people didn't want to stay in the hotel. After breakfast, they went to wander on the street." The chef smiled humorously: "But it doesn't have any impact on me. Anyway, they usually come here. There aren’t many people.”

"I think they just haven't tried it. If they try it once, they will definitely be fascinated by your cooking skills." Kant blinked and said, "Just like me and your boss."

"Yeah, hahaha." The chef's face wrinkled together at first, as if he was imagining the scene Kant said. After a while, he laughed heartily and said, "Thank you, what do you want to eat today?"

"Same as yesterday." Kant sat down by the window. After looking at the scenery on the horizon for a while, he turned to the chef who was busy in front of the stove and asked, "Isn't the boss here today?"

"The boss left early, but I prepared his breakfast." The chef raised his head and said confidently to Kant: "Shrimp vegetable rolls and peanut paste."

"Haha," Kant said with a smile, "Boss is really working hard. He has to go out to work every day."

"The boss's life schedule is indeed quite irregular. After all, he is the one who takes care of this hotel." The chef responded while cutting the cherry tomatoes in half: "But fortunately, he is in good health. . As long as you adjust your work and rest time properly, you will be no different from other people of the same age."

"Actually, the hotel was running quite well before we arrived." Kant said softly: "Why doesn't the boss give himself more time to rest?"

"Haha." The chef laughed softly and said, "Sir, look at the street in front of the store. How many people will pass by? The boss came to the island ten years ago and opened the store in a place like this. . His heart is not in running this store at all."

"You see it quite clearly." Kant raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you interested in going into more details?"

The chef raised his head with a smile, looked at Kant, shook his head, put the index finger of his left hand on his lips, and said, "People like us can't talk about this kind of thing too much."

Chapter 87: The clues left by the chef

"Haha." Kant looked away and said, "Forget it if you don't want to say it. It's just that I think the people in your town, one or two, are really unfathomable."

"It doesn't matter now." The chef put down the cook and defended: "Just like me, in front of you, sir, I am an ordinary cook. Then my identity is not just a cook?"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Kant just thought that the chef was very interesting in what he said. If he argued with him on any topic, he would definitely get involved, so he waved his hand and continued to enjoy the scenery outside the window.

The chef chuckled for a while, then consciously kept silent.

More than ten minutes later, the delicious lunch was brought to the table. When Kant was arranging the napkins, he found that the chef had brought another cup of peanut syrup.

"I was too talkative just now," the chef stood at the table and apologized with a smile: "This cup of peanut syrup is my apology to you, sir. I hope you can forget the fault of the villain."

"No, no need." Kant quickly declined: "We had a very happy chat just now. Why are you doing this?"

After hearing this, the expression on the chef's face became serious, and he said: "This peanut paste is our boss's favorite, and it is also my best. Please accept it."

Kant raised his head and looked at the chef for a while, and finally nodded in compromise: "Okay, let me try what this tastes like."

"Thank you very much." The chef breathed a sigh of relief and left the table after saluting.

After watching the chef leave, Kant picked up the knife and fork and began to enjoy the first meal of the day. When eating, people are always in a happy mood. During the pause, Kant glanced at the peanut paste placed in the corner of the dinner plate.

Set against the backdrop of silver cups, this simple drink becomes mysterious and luxurious.

"When are you drinking this?" Kant asked softly, looking towards the open stove. It turned out that there was no one there, and the chef who cooked the food had left.

Kant raised his eyebrows in surprise, and couldn't help but hold the handle of the cup with his right hand. He brought the peanut paste presented by the chef in front of him, put it to his lips, and took a sip: the taste was really mellow and fragrant, and the peanut particles were ground. Very detailed.

Kant drank the entire cup of peanut syrup in one go. When he put the empty cup back to its original position, a crisp sound reached Kant's ears.

A key was placed on the coaster that held the cups.

Kant's eyes immediately became alert: this key must have been left by the chef, but why did he invite himself to meet him in such a covert manner?

"This peanut paste is our boss's favorite, and it's also my favorite. Please accept it." What the chef said not long ago replayed in Kant's mind.

"Is it about the hotel owner?" Kant took a deep breath and silently put the key into his sleeve. After confirming that no one was around, he hurriedly left the restaurant.

After walking out of the restaurant, Kant stood at the stairs and hesitated for a while, but chose to go back to his room first and sort out what had just happened.

The time now was around 3:30 in the afternoon. Kant, who returned to his room, closed the curtains in the main hall, sat down at the tea table, took out the keys in his pocket, and studied them carefully.

The key was made of copper and iron and was now stained with rust. Going to a restaurant for lunch today was unpredictable, and during the time from placing the order to waiting for the dishes to be served, Kant never saw the chef leave the stove. The chef carries this key with him, and it is indeed easy to rust in a humid environment like the kitchen.

The three numbers '503' were engraved on the key.

But this hotel doesn’t have a fifth floor. Where does ‘503’ refer to?

Kant carefully recalled in his mind what the chef had said before. During the conversation, he did not leave any information about the time of the meeting.

Kant, who couldn't find any clues in "This Room", was going to ask for the answer himself.

At this time, a knock on the door came from outside. Kant was frightened by the sudden sound and his breath was stagnated. Alarmed response: "Who?"

"Your Majesty Kant, I am Molière." A high-pitched voice came through the crack in the door.

"Molière?" Kant thought about it in his mind for a long time before he remembered that the owner of this name was the dwarf with whom he openly choked in the lobby yesterday, so he stood up and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The group of people who attacked the hotel yesterday were released today for some reason." The dwarf explained loudly.

"Wait, come in." After hearing this, Kant quickened his pace, walked to the entrance, opened the door of the guest room, and greeted the dwarf in front of him.

"Thank you." The dwarf immediately walked to the guest room, sat down at the tea table before Kant, picked up the teapot, and drank heavily. After catching his breath, he wiped his mouth and continued to Kant, who was sitting opposite him: "That group of people was really too wanton. After being released by acquaintances in the supervision center, they immediately walked to the Bicolin Avenue. The tavern was chic. We happened to meet the soldiers escorting the residents out of the city, and the two groups got into a fight and had a fight."

"What's going on? Who made the move first?" Kant said with a frown.

"Well, this orc man spoke too harshly, and even commented on the families of Calradian soldiers. So one of our people couldn't help but make a move." The dwarf observed Kant's face, While explaining.

"Where are they now?" Kant took a long breath and asked.

"They were escorted to the monitoring station by the Acropolis soldiers on the street." The dwarf said, "That's why I came to see you, Your Highness. You have to hurry over."

"You are being plotted. I cannot personally come forward in this matter, otherwise I will fall into the opponent's trap impartially." Kant calmed down and said, "Do Bandak and the others know about this?"

"Well, after knowing the news, Mr. Bandak and Mr. Abel were rushing to the Supervisory Office." After hearing Kant's inference, the dwarf was stunned and responded: "Your Highness, if you don't go there in person, it is estimated that It can’t be settled.”

Kant glanced at him and said slowly: "I can no longer be distracted by their tricks. That orc man is cannon fodder for the dark side organization. Going to clean them up now is like cutting down a tree. But I only care about sweeping the fallen leaves under the trees. I have more important things to do now."

"That's it." The dwarf was frightened by the aura emanating from Kant, and nodded timidly. After a while, he retreated.

Chapter 88: Dispute in front of the mansion

After the dwarf left, Kant sat quietly for a while and then walked to the lobby of the hotel. He found the waiter who was busy in the kitchen and asked, "Do you know where the chef in charge of cooking in the restaurant on the second floor is now?"

"The chef is not resting in the hotel. Sir, you didn't find him in the restaurant. He must have returned to his home." The waiter was stunned and replied.

"Then when will he come again?" Kant asked.

"This cook was invited by our boss from nowhere. He comes and leaves whenever he wants. We can't figure it out," the waiter introduced.

"Okay, thank you." Kant walked out of the kitchen slightly disappointed. After sitting at the cafe in the lobby for a while, I finally decided to find out the whereabouts of Room No. 503 in this hotel during the period when I couldn’t see the chef.

On the other side, Bandak and Abel, who rushed to the gate of the supervision center, happened to run into a group of orc men with bruises and swollen faces.

The seven or eight nomads walked up to the two of them on their own initiative. The leader of the beast clan frowned and said, "Why are you? Where is your leader?"

"You have created such a small storm, but it cannot reach the edge of His Highness's shoes." Abel clenched his fists and said, "Go back to your cell and squat!"

"It's just you who can rescue your brothers? I'm afraid it's not enough." The orc man shook his head and continued.

"Where are they now?" Bandak asked.

"I don't know. After all, we have only entered the temporary detention center here." The orc man smiled at the people around him and mocked: "We have never seen the scenery in this cell."

"I told you to stay out of the way!" Abel kicked the orc man on the waist, causing him to fall back several meters.

"Abel, let's go!" Bandak's forehead had already burst with veins. After enduring it again and again, he said to Abel.

Watching the two people leaving, several other homeless people gathered around the beast tribe man and said angrily: "These two people really need to be dealt with."

"Our mission is completed, let's go have a drink." The orc man put away his sarcastic face and said nonchalantly: "The more angry these two people are, the faster we can achieve our goal. This is Small things are nothing to worry about.”

The orc man left the supervision center with the support of his younger brother.

Today, Abel and Bandak have been overwhelmed by anger. They walked to the front desk of the Supervision Office and asked: "We are soldiers and officers of Calradia. Our people were sent here by the Acropolis Army before. We are Came to take them back."

"You..." The staff at the inspection station who was responsible for the reception noticed the anger in the eyes of the two men and said timidly: "Please wait a moment. I'll go find Captain Vermont. He led the team to send the person here."

"Okay." Abel agreed: "We will wait for him here."

The clerk quickly spread his legs and ran towards an official office in the corridor.

Five minutes passed, and Bandak and Abel stood motionless in front of the front desk. People passing by began to focus on these two people.

"This guy looks unfamiliar. He can't be a newly transferred employee here." A businessman who often walked around the inspection office commented in a low voice.

"They seem to be humans and elves. Judging from their clothes, they should be from outside the island." Another person in the crowd said, "What are they doing here?"

"I just received the news that today on the road leading to the city gate, Bao En's group fought with a group of human soldiers." A passerby said to his companions after hearing the comments from the people around him. said.

"Bao En?" His companion asked in surprise: "Then these two people are not here to redeem people, right? Anyone who goes against Bao En will not end well."

"People from outside the island want to poach people from the supervision center. I guess they won't believe it."

Bandak and Abel listened silently to the comments of the people around them, and snorted coldly in their hearts: It's not enough if we don't take this man away today.

At this time, the waiter who had just left came over with a half-orc man in uniform. He introduced to Bandak and Abel: "This is Captain Vermont who is responsible for handling this matter. He is a first-class officer in the institute."

"Hello." Formon stretched out his hand to greet Bandak and Abel.

"Hello." Bandak and Abel responded politely.

Fremont glanced at the crowd of people watching, smiled and suggested to Bandak and Abel: "There are many people here, so let's go to the official hall to talk in detail."

"Okay." Bandak agreed.

Pretending to pass by casually, the passers-by who were eavesdropping felt that it was boring and took the initiative to disperse.

Vermon led the two of them to a small official hall on the first floor. The layout of the room was roughly the same as that of the room where Abel met the dwarfs last time, except that the space was much smaller.

After gesturing for the two of them to sit down on the leather chairs, Vermon folded his hands on the table and said to Bandak and Abel: "You came here this time because of what happened this morning, right? "

"Yes." Bandak nodded.

"Excuse me, what are the punishment tips given to our soldiers by the Supervisory Office?" Abel asked.

"Three months of imprisonment. After all, the impact of this matter is indeed quite large." Formon lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "The decision is made by the judge. In the supervision station, the judge's power far exceeds that of all of us. So, even if you come in person today, it is probably impossible to take the person away."

"Three months? Just for a group fight?" Bandak said angrily: "What about that group of people? They were just released today, and they specifically found our people to take revenge. Why can they not bear any responsibility? Get out of here?"

"This" Fumeng's face showed a troubled expression as he explained: "This group of people were found not guilty in yesterday's case. So the judge only paid attention to their role in this dispute. "

"Not guilty?" Abel's eyes widened and he said, "How to calculate Felit's death and the injuries suffered by the residents? How were they judged innocent?"

"Wasn't the person who killed Philit a waiter? Those residents didn't come forward to testify, so the attack couldn't be considered a crime," Formon explained slowly.

"Fart!" Bandak pushed away the table and yelled angrily at the officer in front of him: "I think your supervisory office is here to exonerate those bastards. The homeless people on your island believe this, but we don't! Today you must We have to hand the person over!”