The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

I was crammed into a small gift box and was given to the bus as a bargaining chip.

The traffic here was not very developed, so I had to mingle in the goods to negotiate, and the roar of the engines stopped, and it seemed as if someone had lifted the boxes, and they muttered something in their mouths, and the boxes began to shake back and forth.

The only thing left in the bottom left corner of the box from Coolhill was a hard-to-notice vent, and I felt myself being put down, and the muffled voice faded away.

I quietly opened a gap from within.

In front of me is a very luxurious and magnificent room, surrounded by brilliant marble wall decorations, flickering crystal lamps sprinkle dazzling brilliance, in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows is a brightly lit bay, the oncoming sea breeze with a faint fishy, the magnificent sea surface is endless, and the white sails are embellished, which is beautiful.

I tried to walk a few steps, and the floor was covered with a thick pile carpet that was as soft as stepping on clouds.

There was a bustling sound outside the door, as if someone had inserted a key into the door, and the sound of metal clashing made me feel alert.

A young man in a black tuxedo poked his head out of the door, a silver-white tray behind his back, a pair of clever brown mouse ears shaking back and forth above his head, he looked like he was in his 20s, probably to check the status of the goods.

He was about to close the door, but found that he couldn't pull the doorknob, something was cold and touched the back of his hand, and the room he was used to seeing gave birth to an indescribable strange feeling, and the next second, a big dry hand suddenly stretched out from behind the door, firmly grasping the top of his head.

I stripped him of his clothes, put them on myself, and then folded him unconscious and stuffed him into a cupboard, carefully sealing his mouth.

The corridors are filled with luxuriously dressed celebrities and gentlemen, the walls are lined with landscape paintings by everyone, and round tables filled with various delicacies are set up at intervals on either side.

The host of the banquet was a well-known local businessman, who was said to be incredibly wealthy and unbelievably wealthy, and almost half of the bustling city in front of him was financed by the Chamber of Commerce he founded, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was the real mayor.

It is said that this guy is very expensive all over his body, and he is even guarded when he goes to the toilet, for fear that others will steal his while he is not careful.

But in the end, it is still a building that resembles a medieval castle, and people only repair something of cultural value like this, and often do not change its original structure...

For example, this one is very close to the main venue, but at the top of the castle.

The old gentleman in his fifties pushed open the door, his white hair mixed with silver threads was combed back with oil, and his body was tightly wrapped in a hot and straight dark blue suit, highlighting the graceful muscle curves of a bodybuilder, and a red scarf with beautiful stripes hanging around his neck.

He began to untie his clothes, his frowning brow furrowed slightly, and he was about to release it.

I clamped his shoulders tightly.

He reacted immediately, turned around quickly, and in an instant the dagger in his hand was against my neck.

"Whew... What..."The old voice was slightly hoarse, and the old, wise eyes looked at me blankly.

I pressed against the tip of the knife, and the thin skin was easily punctured, and a drop of blood flowed to the ground.

He hurriedly threw away the handle of the knife, and the whole person fell to the door panel behind him like an unbalanced person, his wrinkled face twisted in pain, he held on to the doorknob and tried to stand up, but he fell to the ground again unbalanced, and then knocked on the door in a panic, and saw that it was about to make a loud noise.

"Be quiet."

He stopped what he was doing, his face was bloodless, and his pale lips were speechless.

"About the business you're going to talk about next... I want you to charge an extra payment..."