After talking quietly for a while, Anfey and others slowly walked out of their room and went downstairs. The owner and few female staff of the Garden Hotel all waited downstairs. The owner was about fifty years old. He must have had a sight problem. He had his eyes open wide until he saw Anfey and his crew walking downstairs. He squinted his eyes to look at them.
Urter roughly wrapped his wounded hand. Seeing their mayor hurt, the owner and female staff looked at each other with confused faces. They immediately moved their gaze elsewhere. They knew someone had died upstairs. They did not feel like they needed to worry about it since the mayor was in the hotel. There was a saying in Buddhism, "Don’t’ look, don’t listen, don’t ask." Maybe it was wise to pretend they did not know anything.
"Master, where are you going? Do you want to come to my office?" Urter walked outside and asked in a low voice.
