Asher stared at the speaking statue with twitching lips, never having imagined that techniques like this existed in this world.
He fell silent for a moment, uncertain about what to ask. Then, a thought crossed his mind, and he asked with a smile,
"Where is the receptionist?" His eyes roamed around the counter, finding no chairs or books used for data storage—only this peculiar statue, which left him puzzled.
"I am here," came the voice from the statue, furrowing Asher's brows.
'So, does this mean the statue controls the inn?'
'Also, if my assumptions are correct, this inn has no workers,' he pondered while surveying the empty inn. Despite the absence of workers, everything inside was impeccably neat and clean.
"Why are you here?" Suddenly, a surprised voice from behind startled him. Turning in the direction of the voice, he saw the man Olivia called father, wearing a look of astonishment. Asher raised an eyebrow as he looked at the man.
