Chapter 31: Don't You Have One Percent of the Blame?

"Because of 100 power stones i have release one more extra chapter with two regular chapters" Back to the story

Twilight descended, casting a dim light that made everything around seem hazy, bringing a leisurely and lazy atmosphere.

"I've completely understood the culture here. I'm probably just a number away from becoming a citizen of Belobog," Gu Tang said confidently.

The group was on their way to the Goethe Hotel.

March 7 rolled her eyes at Gu Tang. "Wow~ This person is so confident."

Stelle also puffed out her chest confidently. "Spent an entire afternoon completely understanding this city."

"What a wonderful afternoon, Belobog is truly amazing…" Dan Heng looked particularly satisfied.

"Eh? I didn't expect it, Dan Heng, you actually like this place so much." March 7 looked at Dan Heng in surprise.

Dan Heng chuckled softly. "Heh heh… I even want to donate to this city, let them open more flower shops."

From the atmosphere between the two, he could calculate that their favorability probably increased by about 10 points.

It was only the first day on this planet. He couldn't even imagine how much it would increase in the future.

"By the way, speaking of flower shops." Gu Tang took out a bouquet of blue flowers. "Stelle, this is for you. You weren't there at the time, so I chose it for you."

Stelle happily accepted the flowers. "Thank you… I'll cherish them."

Dan Heng frowned.

Bro, you just don't get it.

Many times, the demand for gifts from girls is not about the expense but about the sense of specialness and the non-daily feeling.

This kind of behavior greatly reduces the specialness of the gift.

"Dan Heng, I have one for you too." Gu Tang took out a bouquet of dark blue flowers.

Bro, you're the most understanding man in the world.

"Hmph, I can't help but accept." Dan Heng mimicked Estelle's demeanor and accepted the flowers.

Instantly cutting ties with himself from a second ago.

The group chatted and arrived at the entrance of the hotel.

"Ha… I'm so tired, I just want to lie on a soft bed and pass out…" March 7 stretched lazily, "It seems like our first day of every trailblazing journey is always quite exhausting."

"That's because you have too much energy." Dan Heng crossed his arms, his face expressionless.

As long as it didn't involve his buddies, he was still very aloof.

The group walked into the hotel.

A spacious lobby appeared before them.

The light blue carpet looked very high-end, and the chandelier on the ceiling added a touch of luxury to the space.

There were also several green plants in the lobby, making the atmosphere more relaxed and comfortable.

"Wow! What a bright lobby! Tonight, there will be soft mattresses and bouncy pillows!" March 7 was very excited, "Do you want to have a pillow fight tonight? Do you want to? I think the hotel's pillows must be made of goose feathers~"

Ten seconds ago, she was the one shouting tired.

"I'm not interested in fights without blood." Stelle seemed uninterested.

March 7 patted her on the shoulder. "Ah Stelle, you seem a bit too extreme."

Dan Heng, thinking about the previous conversation with Cocolia, asked the group, "Don't you think… the Great Guardian was a bit strange?"

March 7 shook her head. "No, she seemed like a pretty normal lady. She was a bit hard to talk to at first, but after reasoning with her, she was quite gentle."

Stelle seemed to have noticed something, thoughtfully saying, "I think… her eyes have a penetrating look—as if, although she's talking to us, her eyes seem to be staring at something far away…"

"Yeah, I had a similar feeling. It's like there were more than just us in that room." Dan Heng nodded.

"Now that you mention it, it's a bit creepy…" March 7 curled up a bit fearfully.

"I can totally understand," Gu Tang said.

"Really?" March 7 was a bit surprised.

Gu Tang raised his head, looking into the distance, and said with certainty, "Cocolia… must be like me, a social anxiety sufferer. When I can't look people in the eye while talking, my eyes look like that."

March 7 was stunned. "Ah? Is that really the case?"

Stelle sighed. "It must be tough being a leader with social anxiety."

"Next time we meet, I'll share some social anxiety tips with her, like imagining everyone as potatoes or something." Gu Tang considered Cocolia as a fellow social anxiety partner.

Dan Heng crossed his arms. "Since all the mysteries have been solved, let's rest early and gather our energy for tomorrow's negotiations."

"Eh? This counts as solving it?" March 7 seemed a bit reluctant, "Wait, what about the pillow fight?"

"If you replace the cotton in the pillows with grenades, I'll play," Stelle said to March 7.

"...… Let's rest early." March 7 declined with a smile.

Led by the hotel staff, the group walked through the hotel corridor and entered their respective rooms.

Click.

The door to the guest room closed, and now it was Gu Tang's private space.

"Hmm… nice room."

Gu Tang looked around the room, satisfied.

The space wasn't particularly spacious, but it had a refined layout and decor.

Wooden furniture, a leather suitcase in the corner, an old-fashioned pendulum clock—it had a sense of retro beauty.

There was no ceiling fan, so there was no worry about hanging a tie on it and accidentally getting killed while retrieving the tie.

"The bed is very soft too." Gu Tang patted the bed, confirming that the softness of the sheets and pillows was above the passing grade.

**Ding! Task "Save the Ice Planet" activated**

**Task objective: Seal the Stellaron and save Jarilo-VI**

**Reward: Master Ball *1. This task should have been issued when you first arrived on the planet, but I forgot, so there's an extra reward of one skill enhancement point. Forgive me**

Gu Tang checked the time.

It was still early, so he could sleep later.

With the remaining time, he decided to do some research.

He took out a pile of mechanical parts from his storage bag and piled them on the floor of the guest room.

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Outside the hotel, Bronya stood in the night, looking up at the windows of the hotel, her eyes complicated.

Beside her was a squad of well-trained Silvermane Guards.

"Commander Bronya, the troops are assembled and ready to act at any time," a Silvermane Guard officer approached her and said.

Bronya nodded. "Alright, action starts in 5 minutes. Have them prepare."

"Yes!" The Silvermane Guard officer saluted her, then hesitantly asked, "Commander… I'm a bit confused. Didn't Lady Cocolia say these people were our new hope? Why the sudden change…"

Bronya sighed. "I don't know either. I'm getting more and more confused about Mother's thoughts."

She shook her head, pushing down the chaotic thoughts in her mind. Her previously confused eyes regained their determination. "But we are soldiers. Soldiers don't need to understand orders; they just need to follow them. Have all the guards ready!"

The Silvermane Guard officer stood up straight with a snap. "Yes, Commander!"

Boom—!

One of the guest rooms in the hotel exploded, the dazzling firelight very noticeable in the night, with many glass fragments flying out, landing in the empty space in front of Bronya and the Silvermane Guard officer.

"...???"

Bronya looked bewilderedly at the Silvermane Guard officer beside her, asking, "Did the operation start…? Did someone fire a grenade launcher?"

The Silvermane Guard was also bewildered. He scratched his head. "Probably… not yet, maybe a soldier misfired?"

Later, the blame still fell on the Silvermane Guards.

The Silvermane Guards had to compensate the hotel with a large sum of money, including repair costs, renovation fees, mental damage fees, and so on…

A nameless traveler also claimed that his precious mechanical parts were destroyed in the explosion, demanding a lot of compensation.

Later, Old Goethe used this money to renovate the hotel. In the subsequent era of great development, the Goethe Hotel expanded rapidly, successfully opening branches all over the galaxy.

Of course, that was much later.

Back to now—

Gu Tang looked at the mechanical parts that exploded due to his operational error, thinking about how to pin the blame on someone else amidst the fire and smoke.