"What? Those people already left the inn?"
"Yes. They returned earlier than before. I saw them pack up their luggage and hurry away, as though they were avoiding something."
Hearing Road's End's answer, Dawn could not help stamping her foot. "Right when we were taking our curtain call, I suddenly couldn't sense anyone from the troupe anymore—I'm guessing they used some spell, like Unseen Movement. They were probably afraid we'd give them a good thrashing, so they grabbed their bags and ran early."
"But they'll have to go to Wish Palace to make their wishes eventually. We'll settle the score with them then."
Tang Qi clenched his fists.
They had violated Ownership Law and stolen the plot that belonged to Tang Qi, so naturally, they could no longer be recognized as guests.
Although they had ultimately received the highest score from the Queen's favor.
The troupe's plagiarism, which had left him in an awkward predicament, was also an indisputable fact.
He had to make them pay something for it.
"May I ask what happened?"
The inn did not understand why the two groups of guests, who had previously gotten along harmoniously, had suddenly come to the point of chasing one another down.
Once Tang Qi roughly explained the reason, it hurriedly denied it. "No, it wasn't me! Not revealing any guest information or privacy is a rule I established under Hospitality Law.
"If I break that rule, the leaves on my head will wither because of it!"
As it spoke, it inhaled and sucked Tang Qi into the chimney.
A fragrant herbal scent rushed into his nostrils. He sneezed as he was blown out of the chimney onto the roof, where he saw an enormous four-leaf clover growing right in the center of the eaves.
Its fresh leaves proved the