Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 878 Isadora's Suspicions

Orion cleared his throat tightly, "As my personal assistant, I appreciate the thoughtfulness in ensuring that I don't stress myself by being overconfident. Nonetheless, I can assure you that you don't need to worry about this. Just return home and rest so you can prepare for the subsequent days ahead, considering how stressful they would be," he responded.

Hearing Orion's words, Isadora bit her lip as she nodded in understanding. Even though she wanted to voice her disagreement, Orion was her boss, so she couldn't speak to him as freely as she wished, especially after the way she had just talked to Vice-Guildmaster Maeve.

"I understand, Mr Orion; I'll be taking my leave immediately," Isadora replied, bowing slightly towards Orion before shifting her attention towards Maeve, who now had a slight smile at the corner of her lips as she stared back at her.

Isadora suppressed whatever thought she wanted to voice out, remembering her current position, which was nowhere as high as the two people before her.

"Alright, I'm sorry for cutting our tour so shortly and will promise to find other ways to make up for it later. In the meantime, let me escort you out of the Pixie Kingdom so you don't get lost," Orion responded.

"Don't worry, Mr Orion, I've memorized the entire route. You can go on without me," Isadora responded, shaking her head.

"Are you sure?" Orion asked

Isadora nodded affirmatively.

"Alright, then I'll see you later," Orion said, nodding at Isadora before he turned around and flew away with Maeve leading the way beside him.

Isadora narrowed her eyes at the both of them until they disappeared from her vision.

…....….

As Maeve continued to lead the way forward, Orion could tell that they weren't heading towards the direction of the Gardeners' Guild.

"Aren't we heading towards the Gardeners' Guild?" Orion asked with a raised brow, his eyes fixed on Maeve.

"Mr Orion, it wouldn't be best for us to do such a thing at the Gardeners Guild. It would be bad if we were caught," Maeve responded, smiling wryly.

She even began to feel guilty because it seemed like she was implicating Orion in a crime. Nonetheless, this issue needed to be solved.

Orion nodded in understanding, quietly following behind Maeve.

After a few more minutes of flying through the air, they soon arrived at a tall, thick flower that had been converted into a tall building.

"This is a middle-class inn where no one would easily discover us or uncover what we are doing. If it weren't for what we are about to do, I would have taken you to one of the best inns in the Pixie Kingdom. I'm sorry for taking you to a place like this, Mr. Orion," Maeve said, halting mid-flight and bowing towards Orion regretfully.

"You don't have to worry. Since I agreed to this, I'll naturally follow along with your plans and ensure that we don't do anything that will get us in trouble," Orion responded, shaking his head.

Hearing Orion's response, Maeve smiled. She had already guessed what Orion'sresponsewould be, and hearing that it wasn't much different from what she had predicted, she couldn't help but admit that Orion was an amazing young man.

"Let's go then," Maeve responded, leading the way forward.

They flew towards the main door of the building, opened it, walked in, and closed it behind them. They approached the receptionist's desk.

When they walked into the bar, the receptionist had already fixed her eyes on them. From the woman's attire and expensive weapon - the sword strapped to her waist - and the shield strapped on her back, it was easy to tell that she was a warrior or a Gardener and an extremely powerful one.

Meanwhile, the man's attire was also very expensive. Even if others might not be able to tell, from her years serving as an inn attendant under her father, she could immediately identify that the Pixie wings behind his back were artificial Pixie wings, and they were not cheap either, but ones that cost about six to ten medium crystal pieces.

The receptionist's mind reeled with different thoughts as she tried to figure out their identity, understanding that they weren't ordinary individuals.

Orion and Maeve soon arrived at the receptionist's desk.

"We want to book your largest and most pleasing room. How much is it?" Maeve asked, her strict expression displaying little emotion as she stared at the receptionist, awaiting her response.

"Our largest and most pleasing room costs one medium crystal piece per day, miss. It comes with three square meals, a bathroom, and its own temperature water regulator," the receptionist responded professionally.

Maeve nodded, "That's a fair price. Here, you can keep the change," she replied, bringing out two medium crystal pieces from the small sack hanging from the side of her waist and placing them on the table.

The receptionist gulped upon seeing the two medium crystal pieces. Looking briefly at the two figures before her, she was immediately convinced that her assumptions were correct.

Meanwhile, she quickly took the two medium crystal pieces in her hands and stored them away in a box underneath the receptionist's desk.

"That's very kind of you, miss," the receptionist said appreciatively. "Please follow me; I'll take you to our room," she responded, standing up from her receptionist desk.

"Mr. Orion, you can go on without me. I'll go and get the rest of the others," Maeve whispered almost silently.

Orion nodded quietly before following the receptionist upstairs.

Maeve quietly left through the door and soared out of the inn. Meanwhile, the receptionist continued leading the way, pretending she hadn't heard or seen anything.

….......…..

Isadora furrowed her brows in confusion as she peeped from a corner at the plant-like building Orion and Maeve had just walked into. Though she wasn't aware of the kind of work they were doing, she couldn't help but have doubts after watching how they suspiciously flew into the building.

'What are they doing in there?' Isadora thought.

She was tempted to get closer to fully understand what was happening and even more so to leave to avoid getting into trouble.