The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The innkeeper closed the main door, temporarily hanging the closed sign.
Not far behind them, the hotel door was also shut.
The location they were at was quite secluded.
There were basically no people in the back where the horses were fed.
Aside from the Mont Horse, no other horse could withstand this icy and snowy landscape.
Riding a horse was no different from seeking death.
"Honestly, tell me who you are from Black-wind Academy!" The old man in a brocade robe had a grim expression, full of murderous intent.
"Black-wind Academy, Curtis Channing's friend," Julius Reed said indifferently.
Elaenor Wood was first stunned and immediately understood his meaning.
That meant the people before them were Black-wind Academy's spies.
This question was just a test for them.
