Chapter 492: Arriving even earlier than the nobles of the Shengcheng were those from the Demon Realm

The smoke of the Winter Moon coup had not yet fully dissipated, yet the prosperous scene in Thunder City seemed largely unaffected.

Shops on Queen Street remained open for business, exquisitely decorated carriages shuttled incessantly along the cobblestone roads, and pedestrians, dressed in finery, strove to maintain the decorum befitting this great metropolis.

However, this was merely a facade.

An intangible sense of oppression permeated the air.

Fully armed soldiers were visible at every street corner, the number of patrolling guards had doubled compared to before, and each carried a rifle slung over their shoulder.

They wore stern expressions, scanning every passerby with vigilance; in the teahouses and cafes at the corners of streets and alleys, the relaxed conversations and hearty laughter of the past could no longer be heard.

People spoke in hushed tones, and smiles were rarely seen on their faces, as if an invisible cloud of gloom hung over the city, weighing heavily upon them.

Civil war has never been anything glorious.

Unlike the war to reinforce the Twilight Province, their neighbors and relatives were dying for some inexplicable reason.

They only hoped that all of this would pass quickly.

And then, everyone would act as if it had never happened, never to be mentioned again.

"Extra! Extra! Latest news on the Campbell Civil War!"

A newsboy's shout pierced the gloom, and he wove through the crowd, waving the newspapers in his hands.

"Edward's New Army has surrounded Gladstone Castle! The rebel main force has been annihilated! Only remnants remain in desperate resistance; it is only a matter of time before the enemy surrenders!"

"The war is almost over!"

People surged forward, and the newspapers in the boy's arms were instantly snatched up, replaced by large bags of copper coins still in circulation.

Although the people on Queen Street loved silver pounds dearly, at this moment, silver pounds had become quite a troublesome currency for the newsboy.

Occasionally, a gentleman would pay with a silver pound, and it would take him a long time to calculate how much change he owed that generous gentleman.

But there were also lucky moments; the generous gentleman, not wanting to carry a pocketful of dirty metal scraps, would simply toss the remainder to him as a tip.

Those who obtained the newspapers stood at street corners, reading rapidly, searching the lines for important information, especially signals concerning their future.

Fortunately, the gods favored them and had answered the silent prayers in their hearts.

The vast majority of people found what they were looking for in the papers, and expressions of relief appeared on their faces.

"Sir Wesley has soundly defeated the famous general Hannor! This young officer is a citizen of our Thunder City!"

"Disgrace! The flag of the Kingdom of Lei En has appeared among the noble coalition forces! Our nobles have actually colluded with foreign nobles!"

"The King is the chief culprit!"

The front-page illustration of the newspaper was extremely exaggerated: a blood-dripping crown held in the hand of an old man shaped like a zombie.

And beneath the shadow of the crown lay piles of nameless bones.

That was undoubtedly a jab at King Theoden of Lei En, especially since a lion stood prominently upon that crown—the very symbol of the Devalu family!

Recently, a trend had been sweeping through Thunder City; people's misplaced anger was all, intentionally or unintentionally, directed at that aged monarch.

And what was even more interesting was that what happened in Thunder City was completely different from what happened in Twilight City; there was absolutely no "Salvation Army" or Demon King pushing this from behind.

It was a consensus spontaneously formed by the people.

Whether they were people as lowly as dust or those born under the sun, they all realized in unison where their suffering came from.

Pointing their swords at the King was the first step.

One day, they would point their swords at every arrogant king, and finally, point them at the Empire that condoned all that arrogance.

Amidst the oppressive crowd, one figure appeared out of place.

It was a young girl wearing a black Western-style dress, the expensive lace-trimmed hem swaying slightly with her light and elegant gait.

This luxurious attire was not uncommon on Queen Street, where socialites and noblewomen frequented; what was rare was the exquisite black parasol in her hand and the faint, elusive smile at the corners of her mouth.

Thunder City's winter had no glaring sunlight to shield against, and in the current Thunder City, few people could manage a smile.

"Kukuku... As expected of my elder brother. With just a slight move, he has reached a ceiling that countless Demon Kings cannot attain in a lifetime."

Truly too strong!

Watching the soldiers on duty at the street corner, she raised her small, lace-gloved hand to lightly cover her red lips, along with that low, "kukuku" laughter.

The young man on guard duty misunderstood, thinking the noble girl across the street was smiling at him, and he blushed, straightening his back even further.

This was purely a misunderstanding.

The citizens of Thunder City always assumed vampires liked human blood, but in fact, the bloodkin of the Kelin Principality only liked the blood of their "beloved," or the more expensive Minotaur blood.

The former was for sentiment, the latter for taste.

Enjoying life was not a human patent; the demons of Hell also knew how to enjoy themselves, and their decadence was in no way inferior to the Shengcheng.

After all, humans still felt moral guilt when exploiting other humans, whereas the demons' exploitation of goblins was an arrangement that even the goblins felt was only natural.

Following half a step behind Vivian was Nan Fu Kelin, who was on winter break.

This handsome young man wore a well-fitted tailcoat, but the expression on his face was one of extreme nervousness, the exact opposite of his noble temperament.

Many socialites and noblewomen passing by Nan Fu cast looks of affection at him, drawn by his pitiful expression, especially the older noblewomen.

They lightly covered half their faces with folding fans to hide their smiles, but forgot to cover the predatory glint in their eyes.

'What a pitiful child; he must have been frightened by the war. Come quickly into sister's arms to hide for a while...'

Being the frequent subject of such attention, Nan Fu, who was in "enemy territory," thought his disguise had been blown. He hurriedly adjusted his stiffly starched collar, but this only drew a few giggles, and those gazes became increasingly aggressive.

It was not until Vivian, who was leading Nan Fu, gave a "tsk" and looked with disdain at those shameless individuals that they coldly averted their gazes.

The rescued Nan Fu showed an expression of relief and looked at his own sister with gratitude, completely unaware that he had entirely misinterpreted those predatory gazes.

His disguise had not been blown at all.

In fact, compared to Vivian, who wore her arrogance on her face, his expression was the most in tune with the current social atmosphere of Thunder City.

After all, the nobles of the "Jieluoke Sect" and the "Edward Sect" were not two distinct groups, but rather intertwined with one another.

It was perfectly normal for many people to have a cousin serving as an officer in the noble coalition while their younger brother was drafted into Edward's regular army, caught right in the middle.

And in those insignificant joys and sorrows, many young men and women from noble families had lost their homes.

But none of this had anything to do with the demons from Hell.

"Ah, Nan Fu, do you smell it? The despair and fear permeating the air are so sweet, kukuku..."

Vivian's voice was soft, yet carried a hint of chilling intoxication; she closed her eyes slightly, taking a deep breath of the air her elder brother had breathed.

"Too, too strong..." Nan Fu said with sudden reverence. Although he could not smell what his sister described, he could clearly feel the city's strained nerves.

If all of this was the Demon King's plan, it only proved that the respected Councilor Luo Yan was simply terrifyingly strong; no wonder Elder Zakero was no match for him!

"The Dragon family hasn't been able to plunge humans into such large-scale panic for hundreds of years, yet big brother... he actually did it with ease."

It was said that "collecting fear energy" was the only indicator for measuring a Demon King's performance; this was written in the textbooks at the Demon King Academy.

However, Nan Fu, still in his ivory tower, clearly did not know that fear was merely a means, not an end; for a professional Demon King, even the means could be replaced by other things.

For instance, in the past, the people of Thunder County often had "Saint Xisi above" on their lips, but now what people often said was "... that 'thing' that sold its soul to the demons."

And this so-called "thing" could be replaced by anything they currently disliked.

Nan Fu's gaze was soon drawn to a newspaper rack by the roadside. His eyes lit up, and he walked a few steps faster, pulling out a copy of the newspaper the newsboy had just been hawking.

The front-page headline of the newspaper read—

This is an act of war! The Kingdom has declared war on us!

And the sub-headline was even more intense: These ingrates, we just cleaned up the chaos crisis for them!

Demon God above!

Nan Fu's index finger trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of heartfelt joy and awe for his elder brother.

Humans—

They were fighting among themselves!

"Hey! If you're not buying, don't look!"

The stall owner's shout interrupted Nan Fu's reverence.

Nan Fu was startled, like a child who had done something wrong, carefully returning the newspaper and even bowing slightly to say sorry.

He was a polite child, which was the exact opposite of Vivian. If someone shouted at her, she would only glare back in a fit of rage.

Vivian glanced sideways at Nan Fu, feeling that this dead weight was utterly embarrassing, actually apologizing to food, but she didn't say much else.

At this very moment, she was immersed in infinite admiration for her elder brother, that adoration practically overflowing.

As vampires from the Demon Capital of Hell, the two little ones clearly knew nothing about the complex interest entanglements of the human world or the conflicts between different social strata.

But in terms of results, their judgment could not be considered wrong.

Luo Yan, or rather Prince Kelin, was indeed the catalyst for all of this.

If not for the "Luokesai rifles" and the vast overseas market brought by this Imperial Prince, Grand Duke Edward's reforms would not have been so radical, and the old nobles would not have jumped out in such a panic to resist, even going so far as to invite wolves into the house and seek help from the neighboring royal family.

However, if this explanation were placed in official history, it would clearly be a bit of a stretch; at the very least, Grand Duke Edward was not chosen by His Majesty the Demon King.

The current state of the Campbell Principality had nothing to do with the labyrinth in Thunder County; it was more like a call from the hearts of the Campbell people themselves, and a resistance against traditional feudal obligations.

When all farmers could get enough to eat, citizens were no longer satisfied with bread, merchants no longer ran after one job, and nobles realized that the glory of the Principality was the glory of their families, even if they didn't realize what the elephant in the room was, they would all act in unison to do something for change.

They all craved change!

And the Demon King merely heard their inner call and responded to it.

After "patrolling" Queen Street, Vivian finally had a preliminary understanding of her elder brother's territory, satisfying her long-standing curiosity.

It was also at this moment that her stomach suddenly growled twice, so she pulled Nan Fu into a fairly decent restaurant.

Usually, this kind of restaurant required a reservation.

However, Vivian looked exactly like a young lady who had snuck out of her house, so the manager, who was quite observant, naturally wouldn't look for trouble by letting anyone "slap their face."

He instructed the restaurant's servants to quickly arrange a reserved table for these two extraordinary little ones.

Vivian skillfully flipped open the menu, her legs in platform shoes swinging like a swing under the tablecloth, her face full of curiosity.

The waiter waiting on the side became even more convinced of the manager's judgment; their restaurant had indeed received an extraordinary guest, as she had never touched a menu in her life.

It was his first time seeing someone hold a menu upside down!

Actually, he had misunderstood; Vivian simply couldn't read, or rather, couldn't understand words not commonly used in Hell. Her attention was entirely on the illustrations, so it naturally made no difference whether she held it right-side up or upside down.

As for doing homework in advance?

What a joke!

Would that still be Vivian?

Annoyed by the flashy dishes, Vivian simply pointed at the most expensive item that looked like a steak and instructed the waiter on the side.

"Just this one, and make it rare."

The waiter froze, thinking he had misheard.

"La, Lady, rare? That's almost completely raw..."

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

Vivian elegantly raised her chin, her scarlet eyes staring calmly at him, the fangs at the corners of her mouth seeming to warn—

Do you want to pick a fight too?

"No... no problem!"

Startled by those blood-moon-like pupils, the waiter shivered, not daring to stay any longer beside this beautiful young lady, and hurriedly retreated.

Unlike the "bullying" Vivian, Nan Fu appeared much more practiced. He had clearly done his homework in advance, knowing the basic etiquette and food of human society.

Facing the waitress waiting on the side, he cleared his throat, trying to act experienced, and recited a long list of dishes.

"A portion of roasted lamb chops, cream of mushroom soup, and escargot in herb butter, and right... for dessert, chocolate cake will do."

The waitress who served him smiled and said.

"Sir, you have a great eye. The roasted lamb and cream of mushroom soup you want are just part of our Jazz Set Menu; ordering it this way is more cost-effective."

"Ah? Set, set menu?" Nan Fu's composure instantly shattered; the disguise he had carefully prepared was completely disrupted by the sudden mention of a "set menu."

The Demon Capital didn't have this habit either?

His face gradually turned red, and fearing his vampire identity would be exposed, he could only nod in a panic.

"Yes!"

The waitress smiled even more brightly, feeling that this little boy was truly interesting.

"Would you like some wine?"

Nan Fu swallowed subconsciously.

Although he didn't want to expose his vampire identity, he was truly craving it, and in the end, he could only add in a voice like a mosquito.

"... Another glass of red wine, please."

It shouldn't be strange for someone my age to drink, right?

In human society...

Nan Fu only hoped his performance wouldn't be too strange, and even more so, that he wouldn't bring the Imperial Inquisition upon himself by saying the wrong thing.

He had heard those guys were terrifying.

The kind that could scare human children to tears.

Just as he was struggling, the waitress lingered, smiling as she popped out another sentence.

"May I ask which winery you would like?"

She was like she was doing it on purpose, popping out only one sentence at a time.

Nan Fu froze; this was completely outside the homework he had prepared, and he panicked for a moment.

"Wi, winery?"

Mistaking the little boy's panic for being flustered because of her, the beautiful waitress leaned over slightly, pointing at the menu to explain for him.

"I see you're a guest from out of town, right? I recommend the Gess Winery in Silver Pine Town; it has the most mellow red wine in the entire lower reaches of the Rushing River, and its history can be traced back to—"

"Ahhh, this Nan Fu is so troublesome, just bring the most expensive one, and bring me a glass too." Vivian, closing the menu, began to tsk again, looking at the waitress who was practically leaning in, and kicked Nan Fu's knee with her leg.

Although it wasn't Nan Fu who was blushing, it looked like Nan Fu's fault no matter how you looked at it!

Seeing the young lady lose her temper, the girl who had been clinging to Nan Fu like a mosquito finally fled in a panic.

Looking at Nan Fu, who was full of grievances from being kicked, Vivian tapped the table with her index finger in displeasure, thinking of some annoying guy.

Why are there succubi in the Campbell Principality too?

Either they're eyeing someone else's brother, or they're eyeing someone else's younger brother.

And this Nan Fu too, he's losing too much face for the Kelin family; can't he just refuse if he doesn't like it? That's why she didn't want to bring him out!

If this guy had even one-tenth of his elder brother's masculine spirit, she would surely have less to worry about for him.

She didn't want to say that flies don't bite seamless eggs, but his sneaky appearance clearly made it easier to attract the attention of priests and nuns, right?

It was fortunate there was no church on this street, otherwise this afternoon would definitely not have gone so smoothly.

Soon, the dishes arrived.

Looking at the steak that the chef had taken the liberty of cooking to medium-rare, Vivian frowned, but for the sake of her hunger, she still picked up her knife and fork.

Nan Fu was the same; watching the dishes he didn't like being served one after another, his face changed again and again, but in the end, he pinched his nose and ate them.

How could anyone eat snails?

Humans... are too barbaric!

After filling their stomachs, Vivian took out a gold coin to pay the bill.

Although the Imperial gold coin was fake, the gold itself was real.

Hell didn't have much else, but it was never short of gold; the demons of Hell loved using this stuff to bribe human lords.

For the sake of a gold coin, the two were fussed over by the chef and manager, and politely sent out the door.

In this day and age, those who would pay with gold coins could only be the most naive nobles, and they must be people they couldn't afford to offend.

Standing back on Queen Street, Vivian looked unsatisfied, but more than that, she was displeased.

"The steak was cooked too well-done, the scent of fresh blood was completely masked by the spices; it's not even as good as the cafeteria at the Demon Higher Academy."

"And that red wine too, it always has a... stench of little demons."

A vampire's sense of smell is far more sensitive than a human's.

Others might not be able to smell it, but she could clearly distinguish a faint, elusive scent mixed into the overly sweet grapes during the fermentation process.

This scent made her think of a group of little demons returning to their nest after picking mushrooms, jumping up and down on the wine barrels.

It was precisely because of this that she truly couldn't understand the intoxicated expressions on the faces of the gentlemen at the next table who were tasting the wine.

"Human food is truly lackluster." Vivian concluded, sighing, "Forget about not having Minotaur blood, even the cooking technique is so primitive... the surface world is indeed too barren."

She truly felt sorry for her elder brother, wondering how he had managed to survive here.

After wandering around this human world full of crises for a whole day, Nan Fu's nervousness finally reached its peak at dusk.

He watched his sister seemingly wanting to join the fun in crowded places, and finally couldn't hold back, emboldening himself to whisper.

"Sister, let's go back, it's too dangerous here. And..."

He swallowed, his voice even lower, trembling as he said, "And if big brother finds out we snuck over here, he will definitely... be furious..."

He knew what his sister was afraid of, but that was also what he was afraid of; unless absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to bring up his elder brother's name.

Hearing the word "furious," Vivian's shoulders indeed shook, as if the fear from the depths of her soul had been summoned.

However, this fear did not last long, soon turning into a sickly flush that floated on her pale cheeks.

A hint of abnormal redness appeared on Vivian's cheeks, and a strange light flashed in her deep red eyes.

She turned abruptly, put away her parasol, and used the tip of the handle to "thump" Nan Fu on the head, not too lightly and not too heavily.

"Nan Fu."

As Nan Fu covered his head in pain, Vivian turned around gracefully again, "swished" open her parasol to block the harmless sunlight, and laughed kukuku.

"With your attitude, you will never become a big shot who can handle things on your own."

Nan Fu covered his head in confusion, forgetting even the pain.

"Ah...?"

Vivian proudly puffed out her chest, deliberately lowering her voice to imitate her elder brother's magnetic tone.

"When a big shot faces difficulties, they must meet them head-on! If you are so cowardly, you won't amount to anything!"

"Bu, but—"

"Shut up! Are you trying to stop me from becoming a big shot?"

"I, I wouldn't dare, but—"

"No buts! If you don't want to follow, just go back yourself."

Having been lectured for no reason, Nan Fu was left between laughter and tears, but seeing his sister's stubbornness, he could only bite the bullet and follow.

But he still couldn't understand what this had to do with becoming a big shot; could one become a big shot by making the terrifying Councilor Luo Yan angry?

However, seeing his sister's aggressive appearance, he didn't dare ask more, and could only swallow his complaints and confusion.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping they wouldn't be discovered by his elder brother; one Vivian was enough to beat him half to death.

A Demon King who could beat Vivian half to death...

He felt it would be better to just get it over with quickly.

As dusk fell, melodious bell chimes echoed over Thunder City. However, this was not the evening bell for prayer, but the signal for curfew.

Pedestrians on the street became hurried, shops began to put up their door panels, and some taverns, while still able to operate, could no longer openly light their lamps.

Squads of patrolling soldiers took to the streets, driving away pedestrians who were still lingering, reminding them that if they didn't want trouble, they had better return home.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Nan Fu's expression became even more restless; it was the first time Vivian had seen a vampire afraid of the night—this guy should just go convert to Saint Xisi.

Perhaps he could become a model of piety.

"Sister, it's curfew! We'll be arrested!"

"Tsk, human rules are so troublesome." Looking at the pleading Nan Fu, Vivian curled her lips in impatience, but for the sake of safety, she complied.

Vampires didn't need sleep, but when the streets were full of soldiers, it really wasn't suitable for strolling, especially since meeting a priest would be very troublesome.

She looked around and put away the parasol leaning on her shoulder.

"Let's find a place to stay."

Nan Fu breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind this little ancestor.

The two asked a kind stranger for directions and soon learned from him that the most luxurious hotel in Thunder City was the grand hotel named "Dawn's Embrace."

Hiring a carriage with money, they soon stood in the middle of the magnificent hotel lobby.

Vivian nodded with some satisfaction.

Not bad.

This hotel still had some taste; if the marble were replaced with obsidian or granite, it would have a bit of that Demon Capital feeling.

The lobby manager was a shrewd middle-aged man.

Seeing these two gorgeously dressed but childish-looking teenagers, he initially thought they were children looking for their parents.

However, he was dumbfounded when he stepped forward to inquire and found that the two were actually here to stay.

"Open two of the best suites, for a few days." Vivian raised her chin, her composed posture as if this were her territory.

The manager froze for a moment, but immediately put on a professional smile and said in a gentle voice.

"Very well, Miss. However, our hotel requires advance payment for the room, and we only accept payment in silver pounds; may I ask if it is convenient for you now..."

Vivian didn't understand what "silver pounds" meant at all and impatiently interrupted him.

She casually took a small bag of things out of her small lace bag and placed it on the clean marble counter with a "thump."

The bag opened, and several gold coins shining with a charming luster rolled out, looking even newer than the gold coins newly minted by the Imperial Mint.

Without a doubt—

They were just taken from the bank's vault!

"Silver pounds? You mean silver coins, right." Vivian curled her lips proudly, acting naturally, "This young lady doesn't use such dirty things; just take this, see how much you need."

Vampires indeed didn't like silver products.

This sentence scared Nan Fu to death, fearing the other party would see through their vampire identity.

The manager's smile indeed froze on his face, but not because he associated them with the unrelated vampires, but because he was shocked by the little girl's extravagance.

Whose child is this?!

Initially, Dawn's Embrace Hotel was indeed priced in gold coins, but with the issuance of silver pounds and gold coins gradually exiting the stage of history, people willing to pay with gold coins were rare, unless they were guests who didn't care about the price at all.

The manager immediately realized that the identity of the young lady in front of him probably far exceeded his imagination.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his attitude became incomparably respectful, which made the timid Nan Fu even more nervous...

Both were immersed in their own imaginations.

"Distinguished guests, I will arrange it for you immediately..." The manager wiped his sweat while suppressing the trembling in his voice, trying to maintain surface elegance, "May I ask, how should I address you?"

"Vivian Kelin!"

Nan Fu was startled and hurriedly tried to remind Vivian with his eyes.

'Are you crazy? Sister! We are in the human world now, not in Hell...'

Vivian glanced at him impatiently.

'Nonsense! Do you think I don't know where I am?'

Hell was forbidden to be discussed openly in the Empire, and even the name of the Demon God Bayeli was something humans spoke of with bated breath; how could the "countryside" of humans know the name of a certain demon?

Besides, they weren't the famous kind of demons, and even their old man belonged to the obscure kind; if they happened to know, they could just brush it off as having the same name.

Kelin was not a surname that popped out of a rock; more than a thousand years ago, their family was a prominent clan on the surface, and their bloodline could even be traced back to the prominent families of the current Empire; finding a few barons named Kelin was simply too easy.

However, it must be said that Vivian's intelligence was beyond doubt, but she was still lacking in experience.

She didn't know that because of Luo Yan, the name Luokesai had already become famous on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea due to its excellent rate of fire.

And the name Prince Kelin had become a household name in the Campbell Principality, and even the Shengcheng of the Empire was well aware of it.

It was precisely because of this that the lobby manager's reaction was completely beyond their expectations; his eyes widened, looking at the two children in front of him in disbelief, and his voice became stuttering.

"Ke, Kelin? Is it that Prince Kelin? Wait, you, you are from the Kelin family?! Are you a relative of Prince Kelin?"

Probably having heard this so much that his ears were calloused, Vivian, who was brushing off Nan Fu with her eyes, didn't think much and replied subconsciously.

"Ah, what else—"

At this moment, Nan Fu erupted with unprecedented courage in his life, covering Vivian's mouth with his hand.

Those clear eyes were full of pleading.

I beg you—

Say no more!

If you say any more, the Inquisition will come!

Vivian was muffled by Nan Fu, making a chaotic noise, her eyes widening, her scarlet pupils full of murderous intent.

'Nan Fu, you have such guts!'

Although she was also puzzled how a human could know Prince Kelin, it was clear that Nan Fu's disrespect made her even angrier.

So what if the Inquisition comes?

She was already a distinguished Platinum-tier powerhouse; if worse came to worst, she would just kill her way out!

Ever since being promoted to Platinum-tier, Vivian had been extremely inflated; while other demons were still drinking milk, she already dared to venture into the human world.

After all, being able to reach Platinum at her age was a unique genius throughout the entire Demon Capital, something even Councilor Luo Yan hadn't achieved.

As everyone knew, Luo Yan was Bronze-tier at the Demon King Academy.

Since Professor Lilith always bragged in class about tutoring student Luo Yan, everyone knew about this now.

The timid Nan Fu, startled by Vivian's murderous glare, felt his shoulders tremble violently, and the courage he had finally erupted vanished instantly.

He released his hand as if electrocuted, almost kneeling on the spot.

"Thump."

A muffled sound.

Nan Fu didn't kneel, but the lobby manager's legs went soft first, his hands supporting the counter, almost kneeling behind it.

Ac, actually Prince Kelin's sister!?

He hadn't recognized her and even reminded the other party to pay first!

This was truly... a great storm flooding the harbor of the Jiana Continent; the respected Prince Luokesai Kelin was the owner behind Dawn's Embrace Hotel!

Everyone in Thunder City knew that the respected Lord Pangke was just that person's servant; did Grand Duke Edward come here to hold his birthday banquet because the hotel decoration was magnificent?

This was a gesture!

Clearly—

The other party was also waiting for his "gesture"!

The sweating manager, under the confused gazes of the two, rushed out from behind the counter, his gentlemanly smile filled with obsequiousness and flattery.

"I... did not recognize Saint Clement Cathedral, please forgive my arrogance; I will prepare the rooms for the two of you right away."

He didn't worry at all that the two were imposters, because such things would be exposed in minutes; Mr. Pangke was sitting in the office.

Especially the young man's appearance, that deep purple hair and eyes, really did look a bit like Prince Kelin, it was just that his temperament was too far off, and his facial contours were a bit too cute.

Vivian, on the other hand, didn't look much like him, but that willfulness and arrogance did fit his stereotypical impression of some nobles.

Nan Fu, hearing Saint Clement Cathedral, couldn't help but tremble, hurriedly lowering his head to say.

"No, no, no, it is we who have caused you trouble."

The manager lowered his head below his.

"No, no! It is I who have caused you trouble!"

Nan Fu: "???"

Vivian kicked the counter lightly in impatience.

"Tsk, how much is the room fee anyway? Is this not enough? You wait for me, I'll have my family send some more."

She didn't expect inflation in the human world to be worse than in Hell; books said an "Oujin" could buy many things, so why couldn't it buy anything here?

Fortunately, she had plenty of gold, just didn't bring too much because it was troublesome.

The manager, hearing this, almost knelt again, thinking this black-bellied little girl was pointing at him, and hurriedly picked up the silk money bag on the counter, offering it back with both hands.

"No, no money needed! Please follow me, you two!"

Vivian: "...?"

Watching the manager leading the way, both Vivian and Nan Fu were confused, but still subconsciously followed behind the manager.

Is the surname Kelin so famous in the human world?

And—

Clearly eating requires money, so why doesn't a luxurious hotel require money?

Truly strange!

The two clearly didn't know that this was Prince Kelin's property. But this was inevitable; the Demon King probably couldn't be bothered to say a word about such things.

Since even this Principality was his, would he care about this little bit?

All the waiters and staff in the hotel lobby fell into a flurry, just like when Prince Kelin stayed here, attracting many guests to watch curiously.

Jarvis, a fur merchant resting in the lobby bar, stopped a waiter who was rushing past, handed over a silver pound as a tip, and asked curiously what had happened.

The waiter took the tip, his face flushed with excitement.

He leaned into Jarvis's ear and said in a trembling voice suppressing excitement: "Saint Xisi above, Prince Kelin's younger brother and sister... seem to have arrived!"

Jarvis was shocked, his mouth wide open, the wine glass in his hand almost falling to the ground.

Prince Kelin has a younger brother and sister?

He only remembered that the adult had a father, who seemed to be named Nan... uh, what was it?

That night, the news of Prince Kelin's family arriving in Thunder City spread throughout Queen Street and spread to the whole city at an astonishing speed.

Now, it would be hard for "Kelin" not to be known.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 493 =====