200 Reaching the city! Getting into a hotel!
Chapter 200
The lady wasn’t an ordinary driver either. Oliver had used his special eyes on her before getting into the car. She had some espera in her body, although not as much as him, but still more than the average human.
A faint shimmer of energy pulsed around her, barely noticeable unless one knew what to look for.
The faint glow of her espera had caught his attention for a brief moment, but he dismissed it as unimportant.
Apart from taking a few breaks, they soon reached their destination:
The city of Harlington.
Oliver looked at the city with interest. It was just like any modern city, but with more advanced technology incorporated.
Sleek towers of glass and steel reached into the sky, their surfaces glinting in the late afternoon light. The hum of machinery and the distant sound of traffic filled the air, a contrast to the serenity he had left behind.
Towering skyscrapers loomed on the horizon, sleek and shining, a testament to human innovation and progress.
Each building seemed meticulously crafted, blending both function and elegance, a symbol of humanity’s rise in an otherwise chaotic world.
He could see the tall gates at the entrance of the city. The material the gates were made from was not ordinary either. The gates gleamed under the city lights.
It was clearly designed to fend off any anti-social invaders or heretics.
Oliver watched as the woman drove up to the gate and was stopped by the city guards, who asked her to show verification cards.
Oliver was also asked to show identification, but since he didn’t have any, he decided to show the mission badge bearing the symbol of the Mystic Purge Clan.
Looking at the intricate design carved onto the surface, the guards were momentarily stunned before regaining their senses.
The delicate carvings and ancient symbols seemed to glow under the dim light, as if holding a power that transcended time.
They quickly bowed deeply, almost at a 90-degree angle, to show the utmost respect. Their earlier stern expressions melted away, replaced by a look of awe and reverence.
Their bodies stiffened, as if suddenly aware of the sheer authority and danger that came with Oliver’s rank.
“Sir, Sir Exorcist, please grace our town,” the guard stuttered, speaking in a low and respectful tone.
His voice wavered, betraying the sudden shift from authority to deference.
His voice shook slightly, betraying the intimidation he felt in the presence of someone from the Mystic Purge Clan.
It was a clear contrast to his earlier stern expression. Even his posture was now straight and full of respect and attention.
He seemed almost smaller now, humbled by the presence of a clan member, and desperate not to offend.
Despite Oliver looking no taller than a ten-year-old, the guards dared not underestimate or be disrespectful to him at all.
They knew a bit more than the common people—exorcists had all sorts of magic and tricks to alter their appearances, and it would not be surprising if this small-looking kid was a hundred-year-old veteran expert.
They had heard of cases where being disrespectful to such exorcists would later result in the victim getting cursed or devoured by demons at night. No one took exorcists lightly.
Of course, exorcists would never admit it, lest they draw the rage of the Exorcist Union.
A silent code of conduct existed among the exorcists, one that civilians could only speculate about.
The guards quickly shuffled back and forth, clearly flustered about what to do since they had not been informed that an exorcist would be visiting their small city like this.
The female driver was also speechless. She didn’t expect her customer to be someone from one of the five great clans.
Her hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel as she processed the revelation.
Who would have imagined that a prestigious exorcist would hire her ordinary car services?
If she remembered correctly, the cars in the Mystic Purge Clan were extremely luxurious and way more comfortable than her small car, so why would he hire her?
It also made sense to her now why he had such an aloof temperament and cold aura radiating from him.
The pieces clicked together in her mind, each interaction with him suddenly making more sense, though it also heightened her anxiety.
It was fortunate that she hadn’t blabbered much on the way, or else she might have mysteriously disappeared during the journey, given the notorious reputation of the clan.
Her pulse quickened at the thought, the horror stories she had heard of the Mystic Purge Clan flashing through her mind.
“This… sir,” she fidgeted and looked at him, not knowing how to ask about her payment from this exorcist without coming off as disrespectful.
“I know. Find a decent hotel for me, and I will add a tip for you,” he casually said and went back to sit inside the car, leaving behind a stunned driver.
His voice was casual, but there was an underlying finality to his words, giving her no choice but to comply.
Now she must find a hotel for this esteemed exorcist?
She was just a simple driver; since when was it her job to arrange for her customer’s lodgings?
Her mind raced as she considered the strange turn of events. This was supposed to be a simple ride, and now she was responsible for housing a member of one of the most dangerous clans in the world.
She felt depressed, but she could not refuse the exorcist anyway.
“Well…” She sighed under her breath, resigned to her fate.
She opened up her smartphone and browsed through the hotels suitable for the exorcist inside.
Her fingers moved quickly, trying to find something that wouldn’t insult his status.
But in the end, she found that the city lacked any extravagant and lavish hotels.
She naturally assumed that someone from the Mystic Purge Clan was used to high-end hotels, but this city didn’t seem to have any.
A wave of frustration hit her. How could a city of this size not have anything suitable for such a high-ranking guest?
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