Chapter 102: Sudden Appearance of Guests

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What's going on with this inn? Old Tang frowned and pondered, feeling a strong sense of unease welling up in his heart.
There must be something wrong with this hotel!
This was his first instinct.
Old Tang hesitated for a moment and did not choose to rush in and investigate rashly. After all, they did not understand the situation here at present. If they acted rashly, it could very likely trigger unknown dangers.
Although he believed that he shouldn't encounter any problems, this time he was not acting alone. Luo Mingfei and the other two were still in the hotel room.
Neither his younger brother nor his older brother can make any mistakes.
He decided to observe the situation first before making any plans.
The decorations in this hotel are quite outdated, and there are some murals sparsely adorning the walls. However, they all seem to be quite old. The overall decorative style gives the feeling of arriving in a small town in medieval Europe, very retro.
Old Tang silently observed his surroundings, then acted as if he hadn't noticed anything and slowly walked down the stairs, arriving at the lobby on the first floor.
This seaside inn was not just an inn; the first floor also served as a bar, offering various drinks and snacks to travelers.
At this moment, there is a group of men and women dressed in bizarre costumes sitting in the corner, chatting and laughing in small groups of three to five. Occasionally, a few vulgar words escape from their mouths, but it doesn't seem to dampen their spirits in the slightest.
Old Tang's position happened to be perfect for observing these people from above.
Among this group of people, more than half of them looked very fierce. When they stared at you with their eyes, they seemed like wolves, giving the impression of bandits. The others, however, appeared to be quite docile, quietly drinking their own drinks in the corner, seemingly just some ordinary local folks.
Old Tang looked at them, constantly speculating about the background and purpose of this group of people in his mind.
These people seemed to have been here for quite some time. There were several empty wine bottles and plates in front of some people's tables, and they were also drunk, as if they had been drunk here for a long time.
From time to time, a few customers walked in from outside, seemingly to wait out the storm that was raging outside.
The entire bar was filled with a boisterous and lively atmosphere, a stark contrast to the quiet and elegant seaside inn from earlier.
Just a moment ago, the inn was completely empty, with not a single person inside. It was so deserted that even the lights weren't turned on. The innkeeper had to escort them to their room with a kerosene lamp. However, now...
Just a short while after they went upstairs, it was incredible how lively it had become here. This group of people seemed to have suddenly popped out from some corner, as if out of nowhere!
Old Tang became more and more solemn.
He discovered that these people's attire, clothing, and language were somewhat disconnected from modern society. Some people were even wearing hemp sailor suits from the last century, while others who looked slightly more presentable wore double-breasted shirts.
But in any case, these don't seem to resemble a modern hotel at all.
Instead, it looks somewhat like a medieval tavern from a game Old Tang played, near the seaside, where pirates and adventurers would occasionally show up, and wanted posters might even be hanging around.
An absurd idea suddenly popped into Lao Tang's mind... Could they have crossed over? Arriving at a coastal town similar to medieval Europe?
After all, the overall appearance of the buildings here seemed more inclined towards Western architecture, and even the noisy patrons in the bar looked like Westerners rather than Easterners. The scene exuded a strong sense of déjà vu.
However, Old Tang quickly dismissed his own speculation.
Not to mention other things, the matter of time travel itself was already absurd enough.
Even the Black King did not have the ability to send someone back to the past, let alone a magician who appeared out of nowhere.
Moreover, this place is filled with a sense of incongruity everywhere. Despite the European retro style, all the staff and the boss lady encountered earlier were surprisingly speaking Chinese.
Old Tang would rather believe that the magician had deliberately set up a scene to fool them.
But what was the point of that?
Old Tang couldn't figure out what was going on with this strange place and could only become more cautious as he slowly made his way downstairs.
His movements were extremely agile, and each step was taken firmly, trying his best not to make any noise. He didn't want to attract anyone's attention.
However, things didn't go as he wished. Just as he arrived on the first floor, intending to quietly walk past those drunkards and find the landlady at the bar, a strong, powerful hand patted his shoulder, mumbling in a drunken tone: "Hey, buddy, looks like you're new here. How about I take you to the Red Boots tonight for some fun?"
Old Tang turned his head and found a burly man with a goatee standing beside him.
This person's skin was dark, and it seemed that he had been working under the sun all year round, tanning his skin to a dark yellow color. He was still clutching a bottle of alcohol that was more than half empty.
Old Tang carefully examined the liquor, but despite his extensive knowledge, he couldn't figure out what kind of alcohol it was.
Seeing that Old Tang had no reaction, the big man chuckled, reached out to put his arm around Old Tang's neck, and pulled him to sit down on a nearby chair.
Here is the English translation with the original HTML tags preserved:"Hey, I kind of like you, kid. How about you join me for a drink?" The burly man plopped down next to Lao Tang, his brawny face scrunched up in an intimidating manner.
Old Tang speculated that this person's occupation might be a pirate.
While thinking about it, he felt it was quite absurd, after all, in this day and age, where would there still be pirates?
However, this person's attire was simply the very classic image of a pirate cannon fodder in games and movies, which made Old Tang feel that he had to be a pirate.
What made Old Tang feel even more confused was that this pirate cannon fodder spoke Chinese fluently with the accent of a broadcaster, giving Old Tang an utterly disorienting feeling.
Old Tang really wanted to stand up directly and ignore this drunk "pirate", but he still forcibly held back, after all, this drunkard seemed to be a good way to gather information.
He was eager to figure out what was going on with these people, this hotel, and this port called "Utopia."
However, before he could start asking the drunk man questions, the person sitting across the table who seemed to be in the same group as the big fellow, squinted his drunken eyes and stared at Lao Tang for a moment. Suddenly, he burst into laughter:
"Hey, hey, hey, pretty boy, I advise you to stay away from that guy, otherwise you'd better watch your ass!"
"He just loves delicate and tender guys like you!"