“This hotel seems nice, but I can tell that it's not going to be cheap,” Xavier sized the hotel up and muttered to himself. He was worried that the hotel might cost him a lot of money.
Since he had to work hard to make his money, he was always conscious of his spending.
“Receptionist, I'd like to book a room,” Xavier spoke in Turlenese which he had spent half a month learning. If I can use it to communicate with Dillon, I guess it's safe to assume no one's going to notice that I'm not local.
“May I know how long you plan on staying here? And may I have your ID card?” Since the hotel was only frequented by the rich and famous, the receptionist was rather hospitable.
Seeing how friendly the receptionist was toward him, Xavier heaved a sigh of relief. “I'll be staying for half a month.”
He was certain that he could finish the job Vinson gave him within half a month.
As he was answering the receptionist, he gave her his ID card.
Dillon was the one who had helped him get the ID card when they met. When Xavier was told that Dillon had lost his identification documents, he then realized he needed an ID card as well. Hence, he got Dillon to help him apply for an ID card when Dillon was applying for his own.
In regards to how Dillon managed to help him without knowing his full personal details, Xavier decided to not ask about it.
When the receptionist was entering his details based on his ID card, a clear voice was heard saying, “Wait!”
The moment the voice was heard, a fine-looking lady came forward from behind a corner. She took the document from the receptionist and scrutinized it.
Xavier got anxious, and his heart started pounding wildly when he saw the lady checking his ID card endlessly. He acted calm and collected when he asked the lady, “What's wrong?”
Instead of saying anything, the lady waved the receptionist away. After throwing another glance at the ID card in her hand, she raised her gaze toward Xavier. “Are you a foreigner?”
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