The person in the lead was one of the Five Commanders, the Centurion of the North, Mr. Walker.

In the North, his status was akin to a god’s.

While his name might be unknown to those outside the region, everyone in the North knew who he was.

The receptionist's jaw practically hit the floor when she saw him enter the hotel.

‘What’s going on today?

‘First, I saw the Black Dragon, and now the Centurion himself has shown up.’

After subduing her astonishment, she quickly approached The Centurion and greeted him respectfully. “Good evening, Commander. How may I help you today?”

The Centurion asked, “Which room is James staying in?”

“H-He’s in 308.”

The Centurion did not speak any further and simply headed upstairs.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

James’ deep contemplation was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. Collecting himself, he stood up and headed for the door.

Thea promptly stopped him. Putting her hand on his chest, she said, “Honey, you can sit down. I’ll answer it.”

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