Chapter 168 Gaowell Hotel

Sebastian led four strangers to Gowell Street.

This is the busiest street in the whole town. Most of the existing townspeople live on this street. At this moment, everyone’s doors are lit with lights and they gather on the street to chat. This is also the reason why this coastal town A rare entertainment project in the town.

This street is named because it is the street closest to Cowell's Inn in Ilkesmouth. It is said that before he was born, the business of his hotel was very prosperous, and the guests coming and going were almost trampling the threshold. Other businesses that drove the town also became prosperous, so everyone in the town renamed this road that must be passed to the hotel Cowell Street.

"Perhaps travelers at that time hoped to get up together, open the curtains and see the burning sun rising from the distant sea."

"But since my grandfather closed the open library, the number of guests in the hotel has decreased a lot. In the past few years, I haven't seen tourists like you for a long time."

"Are you here to watch the sunrise too?"

Sebastian said that he was very keen to introduce the history of poverty in the small town of Ilkesmouth to these outsiders. He also hoped that these outsiders could be as enthusiastic as him and tell it to him. Things in the outside world.

"Yeah, we just heard that the most beautiful sunrise in this area can only be seen at the Cowell Hotel, so we came here because of its reputation."

Mr. John, who was at the forefront of the strangers but was clearly not the leader, replied with a smile.

But why Sebastian can be so certain that the other party is definitely not the leader of the four people - all because when he said he was going to lead the four people to his hotel, this Mr. John was hiding in secret He glanced at the other three foreigners, obviously asking for other people's opinions - and a real leader must be bold and decisive on such a small issue, and will never hesitate for a moment.

When he knew that the man in front of him, Mr. John, who gave him a strange sense of intimacy, was not the leader of the outsider team, he suddenly had a doubt about his unfounded intuition that had been very effective for so many years - although this gentleman seemed to It seems extremely reliable, but is there really any way he can help me escape from my grandfather's control?

"Sebastian, why are you still walking around town so late? Aren't you afraid that Mr. Michaelis will lose his temper later?"

"Hahaha, grandpa wouldn't be so stingy."

"Little Sebastian, we baked apple pie tonight. It tastes very good. You can take some back and give it to Mr. Michaelis to taste."

"Thank you for your kindness, but my grandfather said some time ago that he would give up desserts temporarily, so I won't take them back to seduce him."

"Hey Sebastian! Where have you been today? Our card game has been waiting for you to start!"

"Sorry, sorry, I lost track of time while fishing at the beach today."

Sebastian was walking on the streets of Cowell. The townspeople on both sides of the road who had not yet rested all smiled cordially and greeted him after seeing him. They were so familiar with each other that they were like a family.

However, the young man did not notice that when he turned his head to reply to another neighbor who was greeting him warmly, the neighbors who had been smiling warmly just now immediately dropped their faces and became stiff when they saw the four foreigners following him. He looked like an ice sculpture, and his eyes seemed to be burning with hatred and anger. It seemed that the next moment he was about to go home and take out the thick-edged kitchen knife for chopping meat, pick up the iron hoe for plowing, and hold up the ax for chopping firewood, and go straight to these four damned people. Cut off the foreigners!

But Sebastian was completely unaware of the neighbors' hostility towards foreigners, because every time he glanced away, the townspeople would immediately show friendly and friendly smiles, just like changing a mask. fast.

But the four outsiders at the center of the hostile storm could clearly feel the undisguised gaze of hatred. They just felt like they were pawns who had fallen into the enemy's base camp, and every face they saw was They were all gnashing their teeth fiercely, with such force that the chewing muscles on their cheeks bulged, as if they wanted to skin them alive, devour their flesh, and drink their blood!

Watson, who had experienced hundreds of battles, didn't care. He could even respond with polite nods and smiles to these hostile faces, but at the same time he was thinking in his mind, "This remote little town doesn't even have roads or telegraph stations." The town seems to be isolated from the world due to lack of information. Even the buildings are still in the style of the beginning of the last century. There is no involvement of steel bars and cement. They completely use the ancient wood and stone structure. It is as if the entire town is still sealed in In those decadent and backward old days.”

"But since this town is so closed, why is it so hostile to our group of strange visitors? Have other foreign tourists ever caused any damage here?!"

A fat middle-aged man wearing a bloody apron on the street, after trying to give Sebastian a piece of fresh meat and being politely rejected, immediately turned back and glared at Watson, muttering to himself. The language seems to be muttering local slang, which is obviously not a friendly word.

The middle-aged uncle held a broad-bladed bone-chopping knife tightly in his hand, and his knuckles were slightly white from excessive exertion. According to his telepathic perception, the other party's heart rate had reached as high as 140. It was obvious that he was angry. Their appearance is definitely not just a disguise - the residents of this town really want to hack the four of them to death!

"But... it's still uncertain who will kill whom." Watson smiled and nodded at the butcher-like town resident.

But compared to his calmness, the other three members of the Crossroads Order were not so rational and calm. Although they were all secret believers who had reached the second-level heart phase, their heart principles were more inclined to movement, longevity and continuity, and they were not good at frontal combat. Even if they worked together to exert the influence of the heart and spread the breath of trembling, it would be difficult to completely infect hundreds of families in the entire town.

Moreover, the influence of the heart is different from the strange moth and the gluttonous cup. It is mainly to invigorate emotions. If it is used on this group of mortals who temporarily suppressed their hostility because of Sebastian's presence, it is afraid that it will further fuel their hostility from unknown sources, and they will draw their weapons on the spot and swarm us.

So the three of them became more and more silent, just lowered their heads and followed behind the leading boy, relying only on walking and words to communicate.

Lido couldn't help scratching the new scar on his arm caused by thorns. This tiny scar should have healed quickly under the vitality of the heart phase, but he couldn't help scratching it: "Why do I feel that the residents of this town seem to be a little bit wrong? Why are they full of hostility towards us?"

Kalsa licked his lips. He hadn't eaten a proper meal for a day and a night. His cup phase was telling of hunger and thirst: "But fortunately, they seem to be concerned about the feelings of the boy in front and didn't attack us... I can't charm so many mortals at the same time."

Melanie began to urge The lamp-faced messenger was rational and merciless, trying to think and reason: "Perhaps it was because the previous visitors had caused some trouble, causing them to be hostile to any outsiders?"

Watson: "As long as they don't interfere with our actions, we don't need to pay attention to them. Let's go to the Gowell Hotel according to Nello's request."

Although Melanie was the captain of this trip, she was rational at the moment and agreed with Watson's point of view, believing that the task assigned by the Complete Order was the first priority, so she silently gave instructions-go to the hotel first, and then discuss the follow-up matters.

The four followed the boy who claimed to be the grandson of the hotel owner, and stepped onto the rugged and steep cliff mountain road under the enthusiastic and fiery eyes of the Ilkesmouth townspeople.

Perhaps because the Gowell Hotel had not been visited for a long time, the stairs on the way had been deformed and collapsed under the erosion of sea breeze and rain, and the upward mountain road became extremely difficult to walk. If it were other ordinary tourists who came here, they would have been exhausted and unbalanced and fell down.

But Watson and his four companions were all energetic and followed Sebastian closely. No one fell behind. They finally reached the top and came to the Gwaer-Inn before the sky completely darkened.

This was a three-story stone house. The Gwaer-Inn sign at the door was already tattered. The black and gray brick walls were covered with twisted and winding plants like young snakes. The sloping roof was also covered with thick winter snow and moss, but the glass of the window was polished to a shine, allowing the warm yellow light inside to leak out, reflecting the snow in front of the house with a light golden color.

Only the window of the room in the middle of the top floor was covered with thick dust. The thick dust made the glass particularly hazy, but when Watson looked up, he still vaguely saw a vague figure standing behind the window, observing the four foreigners with ulterior motives.

He seemed to be looking into the eyes of the peeping figure through the hazy window that looked like rough glass, and he saw the vague figure cast on the glass suddenly twisting and swaying, and the thick black and sticky shadow spread on the gray glass, like ink splashed on white paper, but it also rendered a mottled and vibrating... moth shadow!

"Faris, I'm back!" The young man who led the way pushed open the heavy solid wood door and shouted to the empty hall: "Faris, where are you? I brought four guests back!"

"Guests?!"

An obviously old and hoarse voice came from behind a wall. The speaker wiped his palms with the gray wall around his waist and walked out. He was an old man with white hair and beard, but judging from his ruddy complexion and upright waist, his body was still strong.

Faris was just cooking a thick soup to drive away the cold, waiting for the young master to bring back today's vegetables. When he heard the word "guest", he hurried out of the kitchen and saw four young men with unfamiliar faces standing in the hall, looking around.

His eyes narrowed slightly immediately. Unlike the young master who had always lived in comfort, this old housekeeper had experienced the most prosperous days of the hotel business. He certainly knew what the purpose of those visitors was. The four young men in front of him were not affected by the cold in the cold winter, and their breathing was still smooth as usual after climbing to the top... Obviously, they were also visitors from the secret world!

But the master's library has been closed for so many years, why are there still secret believers coming here to pursue taboo knowledge? Are they all newcomers without any religion or sect? They just found the address of the hotel in the documents from decades ago, and they didn't know that the library had been closed for a long time, and the master was unwilling to communicate with others?

Faris had many suspicions in his mind, but at this moment he decided not to reveal the fact that he already knew the identities of the four visitors as secret believers. Instead, he disguised himself as an ordinary old man, and as he slowly stepped forward, his back slightly hunched, and he said in a surprised tone:

"I didn't expect that there would be guests willing to visit our shabby little hotel. I am Faris, the hotel's housekeeper, and I welcome the four guests!"

"The four guests have come from afar, and they must be very tired and cold. Master, please go and add some more firewood to the fireplace to warm up the house." As he spoke, he seemed to want to fulfill his duties as a hotel housekeeper, and reached out to grab the shoulder of the young man who stood the tallest and seemed to be the leader of the visitors, "My guest, let me help you put your luggage, you can rest for a while."

Watson looked at the other party's weird arm in the moth's vision, which was as thin as a dead wood and had five fingers as sharp as ghost claws. He just took a step back and smiled and refused: "Thank you, but we want to eat some hot food to warm up our bodies instead of resting. Why don't you prepare some food for us first?"

The other three guests also shook their heads slightly to refuse the kindness of the hotel housekeeper.

Faris's intention to test the belongings of the visiting secret believers was thwarted, but he did not feel embarrassed at all. With a warm smile on his face, he took the basket brought back by the young master, "You are right, guest. In such cold weather, you need to eat some steaming food to warm your body. I happen to have a clam chowder soup tonight. Please wait for a while, I will serve it immediately."

"Are we having clam chowder soup tonight?" The simple Sebastian was adding firewood to the fireplace. Hearing the words of the housekeeper, he immediately turned his head and said to the guests: "Guests, you will have a good meal tonight. Faris's clam chowder soup tastes really great. It is fresh and sweet in one bite!"

"Really? Then we really have to taste it." Watson came to the long oak table that should be the hotel dining table, and gently put down the backpack on his shoulder to prevent the blades and guns inside from making clinking sounds.

However, before he could sit down, he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. It seemed that the real owner of the hotel was about to appear.

But when Watson turned his head and looked at the stairs, the moth in his brain began to vibrate its scales again, and the excess scales were thrown into his eyes, making the moth's vision clearer.

Then he saw the deep, thick, crazy and dangerous darkness.