Chapter 1409 Finding Braval


    Gmor and Tim walked into the hotel, making their way to the registration area.


    "Hello, I would like to meet one of your guests please," Gmor spoke to the concierge at the hotel at the time.


    The petit woman looked up and nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw a Pdin stand up next to her. A pdin visiting the hotel, thiste at night, in Level 2 was something quite unusual.


    "I''m sorry, did you say you want to meet a guest?" the woman asked.


    "Yes, I am looking for a guest of yours," Gmor said.


    "Who might you be looking for?" the woman asked.


    "His name is Braval," Gmor said. "I wish to meet him."


    "Braval?" the woman took out the register and started looking through the name list. Halfway through the book, she stopped and looked up. "Actually, sir Pdin. We cannot tell you about our guests. Please forgive me." Gmor had expected that. The fact that he had gotten the woman to bring the book up itself was something he hadn''t expected to happen. Hethought for a moment and said, "Is there no way for you to go and tell this person that I wish to meet him?"


    "If you know what room he is staying in, you can go. Or you can tell us and we will go get him for you," she said.


    Tim looked at the woman. "How many rooms are there in this hotel?" he asked.


    "Around 140 across 7 floors. Give or take," the woman said.


    "I see," Tim said. He looked toward Gmor, wondering what they should do.


    Gmor thought for a bit and looked back at the woman. "Miss, please help us. This man is a dangerous man. You have to tell us where he''s staying. If not that, then please at least tell us if he''s really here. That would be a lot of help," he said.


    However, the woman only shook her head. "We cannot divulge guest information in any manner," she said. "My humblest apologies."


    "Miss, please—"


    "Thank you, miss," Tim said hurriedly. "Thank you for your help."


    He pulled Gmor away.


    Gmor resisted a little to being pulled, but he didn''t stop entirely. "What are you doing? We need more information," he said.


    "We already have it," Tim said.


    "Huh?" Gmor stopped as he was taken aback. "What do you mean we already have it?"


    "Didn''t you hear what I said?" Jasmine asked while invisible.


    Gmor looked around to where her voice wasing from. "What do you mean?" he asked.


    Jasmine sighed. "He wasn''t listening to me at all," he said. "He was too busy in his own world."


    "Wait, what do you mean? Exin it to me," Gmor demanded.


    "I already checked the register. I know where that man is. We don''t need to wait around here anymore," Jasmine said.


    "Ah!" Gmor finally reacted. "You should''ve said so sooner. Let''s go." He didn''t hear the exasperated sigh that Jasmine let out again.


    The ce where the man named Braval was staying was on the 4th floor of the hotel, in the 20th room at the end of the hallway.


    Gmor walked up front with the other 3 following close behind.


    Arriving at the door, Gmor knocked on it and waited. He waited for a moment and knocked again, louder this time around, and finally heard some movement from the other side.


    Some rustling and then some footsteps, followed by some clicking around the door. Finally, the door opened just a bit as a man in histe 30s with scraggly hair and beard looked at them.


    He could only see Gmor and Tim, but even then he looked suspicious of them. "Who… are you guys?" he asked.


    "I am Gmor, a pdin of the church of Zurinus," Gmor introduced himself. "Are you Braval?"


    The man looked at Gmor with a serious expression on his face and opened the door a little more. He seemed to be in a gown, ready to go to sleep.


    "How may I help you, sir Pdin?" the man asked.


    "So you are Braval," Gmor asked.


    "I am," the man said. He looked toward Tim. "Are you a pdin as well?"


    "No, I''m just a friend that came along with him," Tim said. "Oh, you should be a pdin too if that I what you''re trying to do. Everyone should be a pdin," the man said and bowed a little toward Gmor.


    Gmor wasted no more time. He pulled out a sword and pointed it at the man in front of him.


    "Braval, for the crimes of murdering many people, I will now take you under arrest," Gmor said. "Come with me without resisting."


    Braval''s eyes went wide in shock. "What are you say, sir Pdin?" he asked. "You might have gotten someone wrong."


    "I don''t know if I did," the young man said. "If I did, you will be returned here tomorrow with no harm done to you. For now, I will take you with me to figure out the truth of whether you are a serial killer or not."


    "No," the man said. "I''m not a serial killer." He slowly moved backward, away from Gmor and his sword.


    "You will do better to not resist me," Gmor said. "If you do, I will execute you right here for trying to evade justice. Come with me so I may settle it fairly."


    "No, please, no," the man leaned against the desk next to the wall, trying to push in further where there was no stop.


    "ept my offer ande with me—"


    Just as Gmor had started saying something, the man pulled out something from behind him where the drawers were. N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Gmor didn''t know what was being brought out, but his training kicked in and he stepped forward, shing his sword at whatever the man was bringing out.


    He shed at the man, but missed by barely an inch as the man took the gun he brought out and shot it.