I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"I didn't cause any trouble."

Walter spoke with conviction.

"I am merely stating the facts."

"State the facts and you want her to summon the High Guardian to see you?"

"Correct."

Dan Heng remained silent for two seconds.

"Feel sorry."

"Mr. Walter hasn't been doing well lately, and we've already contacted a doctor."

"We can wait for the High Guardian, no problem."

Bronya looked at Walter and finally spoke.

"Mr. Yang Chaoyue, you are right."

"You saved hundreds of soldiers on the front lines; this kindness is heavier than anything else."

I apologize for keeping you waiting; it was truly my fault for not being a good host.

She straightened up and looked Walter in the eye.

"I will report to the High Guardian immediately and try to arrange a meeting as soon as possible."

Before proceeding, please rest at the Goethe Hotel.

"If the High Guardian does not wish to see you all..."

She glanced at Walter and a slight smile played on her lips.

"It's not too late for you to get angry then."

Walter stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"interesting."

He adjusted his glasses.

“You’re better at talking than Cocolia.”

Bronya's smile froze for half a second.

"...Do you know the Great Guardian?"

"do not know."

Walter was perfectly justified.

"But I've seen too many rulers, so I can guess pretty accurately."

Bronya didn't know what to say.

She turned to Jeppard: "Take them to the hotel."

"Yes."

Jepard responded with a sigh of relief.

Bronya nodded to the crowd again, then turned and left.

March 7th watched her figure disappear at the end of the street and let out a long sigh of relief.

"That scared me to death..."

She patted her chest and turned to glare at Walter.

"Uncle Yang! Do you even realize you almost turned diplomacy into a declaration of war?!"

So what if we declare war?

Walter held his head high and chest out.

"I can take this city by myself."

"Could you please stop talking!"

March 7th covered her face in despair.

Qiye leaned closer and whispered to Xing:

"Actually, Uncle Yang is right."

"nonsense."

Xing spoke with great interest.

"He can suppress an avalanche with a single palm strike; the city walls aren't even as high as the avalanche."

March 7th completely collapsed.

"Can you two please stop adding fuel to the fire!"

"All I ask now is that the Great Guardian is a normal person."

I understand that Uncle Yang is just mentally unstable, he doesn't really want to fight..."

Chapter 38 Body Swap

Jepard listened to those words and walked at the front without expression.

There was only one thought in my mind.

That means getting them to the hotel as soon as possible.

The group walked through several desolate streets and finally stopped in front of a building.

"arrive."

Jepard pointed to the sign above the entrance that read "Goethe Hotel".

"This is the best hotel in Belleburg. Although it can't compare to your... extraterrestrial standards, it's at least clean."

Is there hot water?

This was the first question that came to mind on March 7th.

"Have."

Jepard nodded.

"Limited supply, half an hour per person."

"Half an hour is enough!"

I was so moved on March 7th that I almost cried.

She rolled around in the snow all day and felt like she was about to freeze into an icicle.

Jepard pushed open the hotel door, and a wave of warmth hit him.

The receptionist immediately stood up straight when she saw Jepard in his Iron Guard uniform.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"These are all distinguished guests. Arrange the best rooms for them, and put all expenses on the Silver Iron Guard's account."

After Jepard finished speaking, he turned to look at the crowd.

"Everyone, please take a rest. If you need anything, you can ask someone to come to me. Everyone here knows me."

His gaze lingered on Walter for a second, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he just nodded and turned to leave.

That silhouette looked like it was fleeing in panic.

On March 7th, she watched him leave and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally... finally I can relax..."

She collapsed onto the sofa in the hotel lobby, completely deflated.

Dan Heng walked by and casually remarked:

Which room is mine?

The receptionist quickly handed over the key: "First room on the left on the third floor."

Danheng took the keys and went upstairs without looking back.

Walter strode to the front desk and slammed his hand on the table.

"I want the biggest one."

The waiter shrank back, intimidated by his imposing manner.

"The largest one is a suite, on the fourth floor..."

"That one."

Walter took the key, turned and walked towards the stairs, but after taking two steps, he turned back.

"Dinner will be brought to your room. I'd like some soup."

"Okay, okay..."

The waiter's voice was trembling.

March 7th watched Walter's figure disappear at the top of the stairs and muttered to himself:

"How long is Uncle Yang going to stay in this state...?"

"Who knows?"

Qi Ye shrugged.

"But it's also good, at least we don't have to lift a finger in the fights."

"All you ever do is fight!"

March 7th glared at him.

"I'm going back to my room, and nobody's allowed to disturb me!"

She snatched the keys from the waiter and stormed upstairs.

Only Qi Ye and Xing remained in the lobby.

And there was that trembling waiter at the front desk.

The two went upstairs one after the other.

The rooms at the Goethe Hotel were larger than I had imagined. Although the furniture was a bit old, it was very clean.

Qi Ye closed the door, took off her coat and threw it on the chair, then plopped down on the bed.

The mattress is just the right firmness, much more comfortable than the cots on the space station.

He lay down, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the image of the light cone.

Your Name

Who should I trade with?

Bronya? Cocolia?

still is……

He turned over and looked towards the next room.

I've decided to try it out with Xing first. As for the side effects?

What a joke, what has he ever been afraid of?

When Xing opened the door, she raised an eyebrow when she saw Qi Ye standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing here so late?"

She looked him up and down, her gaze settling on his slightly anxious expression.

A subtle curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.