Chapter 184: Doll's Bedroom
Location: Mitik House. Seraph sat at the counter, eating breakfast. "Understood. Thank you very much."
Seraph thanked the staff and sat down to eat breakfast.
The sound of footsteps approached and sat beside Seraph.
Seraph ate, uninterested in the people sitting next to him.
Seraph noticed a person wearing a Lanna sect uniform sitting to his left.
It was a large man, with short black hair, round eyes, and a slight mustache. He was Li Wen, a Lanna sect member, about thirty years old.
Li Wen raised his hand to order food. "One bottle of wine, please."
The staff quickly fetched the wine and placed it in front of Li Wen.
Li Wen glanced at Seraph, smiling slightly, and his voice seemed to suggest something to Seraph.
Seraph knew immediately. [According to many fantasies, from fantasy novels, this is a tavern or restaurant?]
Let's just make it a bar for now, because they sell alcohol.
The story I've read about this old man must have heard about me and been interested, so he offered himself. Or else...
He dares to flirt with this employee. I've already reserved him. Or else, this old man flirts with me, and I have to get out of the coffin to protect the woman.]
Seraph stopped eating and stood up, looking relaxed as if nothing had happened.
Seraph said, "I'm full. So I want to go up to my bedroom to rest. I don't want to be disturbed. If anyone comes to see me, you can refuse."
The waiter looked at the half-empty plate of food on Seraph's plate.
He took the bedroom key. "Your floor is the third floor. You can stay in the room. It's numbered on the sign. If you need anything, please let me know."
The waiter picked up the room number on the sign. It was number 12.
Seraph took the key and walked straight up the stairs to rest.
Li Wen fell silent, not having said a word.
Seraph walked up the stairs with a calm expression. [Great! You solved the problem so quickly. You're truly a true servant.
Even though I don't know what you want, I'm definitely not going to get involved in this.]
Seraph didn't take long to get to his room. He arrived and saw the room number.
Seraph's face showed a hint of shock when he saw the sheer number of rooms. This was a hotel that could accommodate over fifty people.
Seraph was a little confused when he saw the rooms, which shouldn't be very large. Why were there so many?
Seraph looked at the long room and the sheer number of rooms. [Wait, I remember this restaurant being small. Don't tell me it's a whole row.
These were the rooms of the establishmen This is the only place.]
Seraph chose this place because he thought there wouldn't be many people staying there.
But he made the wrong choice. The entire row of rental rooms has only one owner.
Seraph saw people in yellow robes walking past him.
Some eyes were fixed on Seraph.
Seraph lost interest and walked to his room and opened the door.
The entrance had the number 12 on it, indicating room number 12.
Seraph walked into the room. It was a wooden room with a single bed and a small space.
Seraph looked at the bed and around the room. There were windows that looked out.
Seraph saw a window and walked towards it.
Seraph stopped in front of a window where sunlight was streaming in.
Seraph opened the window and leaned his head out.
Putting his head out the window, he saw people walking around on the ground, enjoying the fresh air.
Seraph looked towards the direction of the tavern. The first place I entered was two shops away from this shop.
The first shop was a sweet shop, and on the lowest floor of Seraph's
it was a clothing store.
Seraph had bought clothes on the way in, so there was no need to go downstairs to buy them.
Seraph immediately understood. [That's why, since they're next door, they helped each other find customers to rent rooms. Interesting.]
Seraph took a moment to people-watch.
Seraph sighed in relief. It felt like it was time to fully rest after a miserable journey.
Seraph walked over and stood in front of the bed. The bed was made of soft, white fabric.
A pillow and blanket were waiting for Seraph to fall on it.
Seraph smiled slightly. "Celebrate my life, my comfort. Cheers."
Seraph jumped, throwing himself onto the white bed. The sound of his body hitting the bed was loud!
Seraph's face fell on the bed.
A loud bang from the bed!
Seraph closed his eyes slightly, preparing for bed.
A loud bang under the floor!
And soon, several more bangs followed.
BOOM!
The floorboards exploded, and Seraph's bed fell to the second floor of the room below. Whoosh!
A strong wind blew Seraph's hair into the sky.
The weight of the bed, which had grown heavier, couldn't withstand the weight, perhaps due to the old wooden floor beneath it.
Seraph fell from the third floor to the second floor. BOOM!
The bed tumbled down to the second floor. Luckily, Seraph was lying on the bed,
so he wasn't injured at all, thanks to the softness of the bed.
Seraph turned from lying face down to lying face up.
Seraph looked in a certain direction. A young girl, wearing a bear-patterned nightgown, was staring at Seraph.
The girl smiled slightly. "Good morning."
Seraph smiled slightly. "Good night."
The girl pulled out a sword from her storage ring. It was a beautiful sword.
The girl had dark purple hair, the color of the stars. It was waist-length. Her eyes had long, hooded eyes, similar to those of a witch or wizard in Harry Potter.
Purple hat, green eyes.
The girl wore a long purple hat and a purple, teddy bear-patterned nightgown. She was a nine-year-old girl named Medea.
"It's still early. Why are you sleeping?"
Medea smiled with a strange expression.
Seraph got up from bed, looked at Medea, and then turned to look at the bed that had collapsed.
Seraph looked up at the ceiling. There was a large hole in the ceiling from the third floor.
[Beautiful, beautiful, what luck! In a short while, I was out of sight like a blink. How beautiful! I'm not involved, so I have to explain myself.]
Seraph looked around the room. It was decorated with stuffed animals, lined up all over the place.
The entire room was decorated with stuffed animals.
"Actually, the ceiling is broken. I'm sorry. Next time, I'll tell the housekeeper to come fix it right away."
Seraph bowed his head and apologized to Medea for barging into the room without permission. It showed that Medea loved stuffed animals.
Media sat down on a chair made entirely of cloth. "It's nothing. It's just an emergency. Things like this happen often. I've seen them many times."
Media waved her hand to show that it wasn't a big deal.
Seraph was suspicious of Medea's words. [What an emergency. And it happens so often. Who has had their ceilings collapse so often? He asked to make sure it wasn't a big deal. We both just don't have to deal with it.]
Seraph decided to ask, "What do you often see?"
Media smiled slyly. That smile seemed to hide a hint of danger.
"I understand you perfectly. I'm beautiful, so you want to stare at me, don't you?
Don't be shy. Be proud. You're a real man. It's not unusual to be attracted to beautiful women."
Seraph seemed to struggle with the answer, which seemed to suggest he was a voyeur.
[Oh, shit!?]