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Hearing Aiwass' voice, the front desk guy suddenly startled and snapped back to reality.
"You wish to stay overnight here?"
He composed himself and looked at Aiwass, then glanced at Sherlock with a scowl and the storm outside, and quickly realized, then smoothly replied, "A clean room, including dinner for two, that'll be four red coins and three copper coins. What name shall I register?"
"Your prices have remained quite stable, haven't they?"
"Indeed," the front desk guy nodded, "It's been the same for many years. Always these prices."
"Sixty years ago, when I came here, it was this price. I didn't expect that after sixty years, nothing here would have changed."
Aiwass replied calmly.
At his words, the front desk guy's work came to a brief halt.
Then he looked up, his face showing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Aiwass unapologetically tapped him on the head, "Are you the ghost, or am I the ghost? Call your boss out!"
"The boss is not in..."
