Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 977 The Maple Tree Has an Owner
Antirochus paused for a few seconds, then tentatively asked, "The total cost of all the courses Euphemia and I take each year should be 2,930 gold, right?"

“Two…” After a barely audible voice sounded, Louis nodded happily: “That’s right, that’s all.”

Antirochus, as if he knew nothing, counted out three thousand gold coins: "Including room fees."

He quickly added, "Twenty-three days."

Louis smiled awkwardly: "Since you've booked so many courses, of course the room rate can be discounted... This money is enough for fifty days."

Moreover, you will likely be spending a long time in the labyrinth tomorrow, and according to the will of the main temple, the accommodation fee for this period will be waived.

"I will inform you in advance when the time comes, Mr. Antirochus."

“Just call me An. It’s really uncomfortable to be called by my formal name,” Antirochus replied with a smile. “Thank you for your generosity, Louis.”

“Can you call me Mir? I’m not really used to my formal name either,” Euphemia replied sweetly.

Louis replied with a smile, "Of course, Anne, and lovely Mill."

Then she handed over a set of keys: "0406, there are five keys in total. The hotel will not keep spare keys, so please remember to keep them safe and take them with you when you go out."

There are golden rattles in both the living room and the study; just pick one up and shake it twice if you need customer service.

There's a metal nameplate on the door with numbers that can be dialed. Remember to set the delivery time for the next day every night.

The three lines correspond to morning, noon, and evening.

The delivery person will only deliver once, so remember not to miss it.

Of course, if you miss it for any reason, you don't have to go hungry; you can ring the bell to call room service.

But this is an order, so you'll need to pay separately.

Antirochus nodded. "Okay, we understand. Thank you for your help, Louis."

“The staircase on the left side of the lobby is closer to Room 06,” Louis replied with a smile. “I hope you have a pleasant stay in Emilia City.”

“Thank you, Louis.” Antirochus and Euphemia responded in unison, then exchanged a glance before walking briskly toward the side door with smiles on their faces.

"How wonderful~" Louis exclaimed sincerely, looking at the brother and sister whose backs were filled with joy.

"What? Reminding you of your younger self?" A nonchalant figure appeared beside her.

"What are you doing here?" Louis's smile vanished instantly.

"You can't be so cold and heartless to your own son just because other people's children are pretty and cute, can you, dear Mom?"

The man who had just activated the mechanism for the Antilochs siblings slowly emerged from the shadows.

“These are two good kids,” Louis said without blinking. “Although they may be roundabout and secretive, all their statements are based on the truth.”

They clearly stated their identity and purpose, and were very sincere.

Not only is she eager to learn, but she also knows how to leave room for others... If I don't like a child like that, would I like someone who asks me if I can understand two-digit addition and subtraction?
I also thought about having two children back then.

If he's exceptionally talented, let him go pursue the goddess; if he's mediocre, let him stay here and be a hotel owner.

As a result, after raising only one child, I swear that if I were to have another, I would be worse than a pig or a dog.

"You dare compare yourself to such a well-behaved child?"

After all that fuss, it was nearly noon, and the bright sunlight streamed into the hotel entrance... The man, who had been mocked and ridiculed by Louis, suddenly shone like a disco ball.

"Damn it!" Louis covered his eyes with his hand. "Couldn't you at least cover up those things on you, Luciano Thomassen!"

"Why cover it up?" Her son asked in his usual nonchalant tone. "It's my ability manifesting itself!"
"Just by looking at me, you should know what kind of knight I am."

Nothing on his body was ordinary.

During battles, you don't even need to lift a finger; just grab two and throw them forward.

Who would dare to easily lay a hand on a Dark Knight who can use money to bribe people?

No one would think he's weak and that's why he prefers to fight this way; he's the Dark Knight.

This saved him so much trouble!

People who aren't capable don't dare to speak loudly to him.

“I can’t be bothered with you.” Louis turned his head away from his glamorous but unfortunate son. “You’re here to check on the accommodation registration? Hurry up and look, you can only look here. I’m going to register them for courses later.”

"Oh~" Luciano picked up the two booklets that were placed next to the check-in registration with great interest. "Let me see... uh... ah?"

Looking at the two densely packed course selection forms, Luciano was at a loss for words: "I thought you meant the ordinary kind of 'eager to learn'."

"Are they... not taking a break?"

“Didn’t you see there are outdoor training courses inside?” Louis replied calmly. “Ann thinks that alternating between theory and practice classes is a good way to relax.”

One allows you to rest your mind, the other allows you to rest your body.

Luciano picked up another piece of paper: "Harvey? They really are the prince and princess of the Duchy of Harvey!"

The fight over there isn't over yet, is it? How did those two get out?

They said there was only one person openly following them at the city gate, and when I was monitoring the area at the gate, I only spotted another shadowy assassin. Such a small group… it seemed more like surveillance than assassination.

If the Harvey family had sent it out earlier, it certainly wouldn't have been this little.

I need to go check at the church.

He shifted his body, and two maple leaves suddenly drifted down from mid-air.

Two names are clearly visible on the petiole: Antirochus Harvey and Euphemia Harvey.

In the center of the leaf, the lifelike faces of two children are also engraved.

“At least, his identity has been recognized by the earth,” Luciano said calmly after glancing at it.

Louis took a stamp from the pocket of his apron and carefully stamped it on the two maple leaves.

A flash of blue and white light appeared.

"The soul is intact, without any trace of foreign influence." Louis sighed with relief. "Thankfully, my efforts weren't in vain."

“It’s fine if it’s a waste,” Luciano said meaningfully. “Then their course fees will be like lambs to the slaughter.”

Louis, who had been mocked by her son as a tigress, grinned menacingly at Luciano, pointed to the hotel door, and shouted in a booming voice, "Get out!"
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Antirochus got up just as dawn was breaking.

He stared at the alarm clock for a few seconds, then groggily walked out of the room and opened the hallway door.

A boy who looked to be about the same age as him was walking briskly this way.

"Good morning, sir, your breakfast is here." Upon seeing Antirochus, the boy immediately greeted him quietly.

"Thank you for your help." Antirochus nodded politely, took the large food basket, and then looked at it hesitantly for a moment.

The boy immediately understood his hesitation: "Delivering food is our job, we can't accept tips."

After entering the suite yesterday, Antirochus saw some check-in instructions on the entryway cabinet and the desk in the study.

It specifically emphasizes not to tip service staff.

Although he didn't know why the Church of the Night had such a rule, Antirochus didn't want to tempt others to break it with good intentions when he knew nothing about it.

They are guests, so whatever they do is understandable.

However... these service workers are very likely to lose their jobs as a result.

His only hope for the future was to find a place in the Church of the Dark Night. Although he had enough money to avoid having to do manual labor, he knew he would have to work eventually.

Putting himself in Antiochus's shoes, he felt that if it were him, he would probably secretly curse the person who tempted him to break the rules.

But the fact that the delivery person was a minor still made him a little uneasy.

His peers seemed to have a special aura that made him want to go against his principles.

Fortunately, although she rejected him, he wasn't angry with her.

Perhaps it's because she could tell he was genuinely hesitant?

The boy's voice was still very low: "If you don't have anything else to do, it would be best if you came downstairs in an hour."

He didn't say anything more, just waved and turned to leave: "Put the used tableware in the basket, and then put it on the high table outside your door."

Of course, if you plan to call room service early in the morning, you can do that with him.

Although he moved very lightly, he was extremely fast and quickly went down the stairs.

Antirochus knew that this meant that only he and his sister lived in the ten rooms along this corridor.

Although it was room number 06, their room was actually located at the very end of the corridor.

The Golden Maple Hotel is much larger than it appears, and it has a huge backyard... in the middle of which stands a golden maple tree that is taller than the hotel itself.

Therefore, the building actually extends slightly inward at both ends.

It's not big, but it's just the size of a medium-sized suite.

The study in this room has excellent natural light; when you open the window, one or two maple leaves will roll in.

After getting up close to the maple tree, Antirochus immediately stopped his sister from being curious about it... This was an extremely powerful magical plant, and there must have been a blood pact between them long ago.

Where the Church of the Earth is located, there cannot be powerful, ownerless magical plants.

Even though this is the territory of the Church of the Night.

However, the contractor must also be a nature mage of the Church of the Night.

The Earth Church is indeed the best place for the Natural Master, but it is not the only place.

Those who are capable of finding partners and have no interest in getting involved in their academic disputes will certainly seek other mentors.

No wonder everything at the Golden Maple Hotel was so lax, even Louis, the suspected owner...

Hopefully, she's only in charge because of these two special days; otherwise, how should the score be settled?
Even Euphemia couldn't figure it out.

(End of this chapter)