"Do you know who I am? I am the young master of the Ignis Clan."
When the young man said this, everywhere died down as they looked at the young man in surprise. As for the female receptionist, she was shocked as she looked at the young man in shock.
When the young man saw all of this, he grinned. "Now you know who you’re dealing with." The young man smiled when he saw the expression the female receptionist had.
The entire crowd looked at the young receptionist and shook their heads for her in pity. She had offended the Ignis Clan of all clans, who are known for their fiery temper.
The Ignis Clan. A clan known to be the controller of the power of the sun, as their Ancestor bathed in and absorbed the blood of the Heavenly Sun Lion. He was able to gain the power, the aura, and the strength of the Heavenly Sun Lion, known to be a fearsome beast.
This bloodline was passed from generation to generation, setting the Ignis Clan apart—a clan related to the Soran Empire, one that had a foothold in the empire.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, young master of the Ignis Clan," a fat middle-aged man appeared beside the young man with courtesy as he greeted.
"And who are you?" the young man turned to the fat middle-aged man arrogantly, as if he was beneath him.
"I am the manager of this place, young master." One could see that the fat middle-aged man was already sweating. With a word from this young man, his entire life would be finished—both his family and his means of survival. He might never even live to see the next day, so he had to tread carefully with this.
"Oh, so you are the manager of this place," the young man began scrutinizing the middle-aged man.
"Whatever." He waved his hand. "Well, your receptionist is telling me that there’s no more room here, when my servant came a few minutes ago and there were still three rooms."
When the manager heard this, he shivered. "There is still more room, young master Leo." The manager looked at the female receptionist coldly—this girl was trying to bring calamity on him.
Leo Ignis, this was the name of this golden-haired young man that was close to his twenties.
"Who is the last person that took hold of the room?" the manager asked the female receptionist coldly.
When the female receptionist heard this, she shivered, seeing the frosty look of the manager. She knew everything was finished for her.
Everyone there looked at her as they expected her to talk. Then suddenly, they felt her gaze on something, which made them turn toward that direction.
Drake and the rest were just coming from the room when they saw that a crowd had gathered at the receptionist’s side. This made them confused about what was happening.
Then, as they got there, they saw a golden-haired young man, the female receptionist that led them, and also a fat middle-aged man—it seemed they were the cause of the commotion.
Then suddenly, the female receptionist turned her gaze to them, and everyone’s gaze was on them, scrutinizing them. When Drake saw this, he knew trouble had come—it seemed Brother Misfortune was back.
"Are they the ones?" the manager asked the female receptionist as he looked at Drake and his crew. The female receptionist nodded.
When the manager heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief. He could see that Drake and his crew were mortals, as he could feel no ounce of Originat from them.
He walked toward Drake and his crew. "Greetings. Well, the young master of the Ignis Clan would like to use your inn," the manager said rudely, without any courtesy.
"I’m sorry, but we have already ordered the room and have paid for it," Kaidros said without a hint of emotion.
When everyone heard this, they were surprised by Kaidros’ words. Didn’t he know the Ignis Clan? They looked at the child and the mysterious special rabbit; they felt pity that this young man had put both his son and this little one in danger.
When the manager heard this, he was surprised, before he remembered that they were mortals. "Oh. I’ve forgotten that you guys are country bumpkins...."
When the manager said this, everywhere turned cold for a second before everything calmed down. Some people were startled by this, coming out of their rooms to find the source of the aura, but they couldn’t.
Of course, the aura came from Kaidros. If not for Drake telling him to let it go, blood would have flowed in the reception.
"....Young Master Leo is the young master of the Ignis Clan of the Soran Empire," the manager didn’t forget to emphasize the words Soran Empire.
When Drake heard the words Soran Empire, he felt the name was familiar, before he remembered that Kaidros had told him this was the only empire of the Southern Region.
When Drake remembered this, his expression turned sullen. It wasn’t even the son of a town master or that of a city lord, but the young master of a clan in the Soran Empire. He cursed his bad luck.
"I’m sorry, but we can’t leave the room," Kaidros said. Drake, who heard this, was already looking a bit bleak—the chain of fate had been drawn.
Everyone was astonished by Kaidros’ words. The manager looked in shock, while the young man raised his eyebrows.
"He’s from the Soran Empire," the manager repeated once again.
"And so?" Kaidros raised his eyebrows. Drake watched this scene and felt like crying.
The crowd was shocked once again by this, looking at Kaidros with disbelief. Such boldness from a mortal.
As for the young man, he was already getting angry, and everyone could feel it.
"How about we refund you ten times the amount you paid?" the manager said as he chuckled. There was no way mortals like them would refuse such temptation.
"I’m sorry, we don’t need your money. We aren’t leaving this room," Kaidros said coldly.