Chapter 1213

The old man with glasses looked up at the man with slicked-back hair, puzzled. "Didn't we already book Glory Hotel? Why are we suddenly booking the Empire Hotel?" The man with slicked-back hair chuckled awkwardly. "You said you couldn't attend the Southern Martial Alliance celebration back then, so we booked the Glory Hotel. But since you suddenly changed your mind, the Glory Hotel is naturally unfitting for you." "How absurd. This is a five-star hotel. How isn't enough? Are you looking for a palace?" Artoile Golde glared. Sicard Danse smiled and replied, "It's just to avoid making you feel uncomfortable!" "Uncomfortable? When have I ever complained when sleeping in a dead man's pit? Have I ever complained when sleeping in an air raid shelter or the desert?" Artoile lost interest in the game. He stood up and walked to the couch with his hands behind his back. Anderson Jones held his breath. He regretted reporting this matter in front of the general. If he had completed the task,