Upon reaching the hotel, he checked both of them in after confirming to the receptionist that he wasn't going to do anything illegal and that the guy on his back was just his drunk friend.
The receptionist only agreed after Kian said she could inspect the room anytime she wanted.
Working out a good amount of sweat, Kian reached the room, struggled to unlock, dropped the man down on the bed, and fell onto the floor, leaning to the side of the comfy matters, completely wasted.
"Why… do you have… to be so heavy?" Heavy breaths filled the small room with soft lighting and modern furniture, which gave it a clean look. There was a table with a chair sitting by the wall.
Examining around, he rolled his shoulders and neck to release the tension, running his thin fingers on his back, pressing down the sore muscles.
Granting a reward to his parched throat, next, he took a small towel found on the table with other amenities and dabbed it over scraped skin on his knuckles, hissing. The pulsing pain in his knee confirmed a bruise.
He could survive. Next, he checked the unconscious body for any injuries.
Moving to the table, he rummaged through the shelves and found what he was looking for. The first aid kit. He placed it on the top of the table.
"Oh… that reminds me," Kian spoke to himself, moving to the side of the bed. "I didn't check your name. Let me see."
As the last active healer of his clan, Vyl, he had never believed in fate. The only reason Kian considered having this man as a bodyguard is that all the mundane conditions have been met for him to accept the job offer.
The only hindrance was that he didn't believe what Kian said and got overwhelmed with the vision. But nothing serious that a good explanation can't fix when he wakes up. In the meantime, in case the receptionist showed up and asked for any details, he needed to know about the man. So, he took out the wallet again and checked the ID.
"Huh… Xalvator Renharth, 25 years old… three years older than me. That's an issue. Will he follow my working pattern, or will I end up following his?" Kian talked to himself, deciding on the latter.
Older people often felt inferior working for younger ones, and he didn't want that.
He wanted Xalvator to be relaxed and comfortable, to work together rather than working for him.