"White Garden Hotel. A strange na considering that I'm not seeing any garden or a spotless white in the scene."
Gwen Landor comnted once she resurfaced into the physical world.
Our bored gar was carried as a helpless passenger but that did not an that he was not grateful for the tily assist.
He knew for a fact that could have ended up with no more tongue to use today!
There was a mist like substance that covered their bodies right now and our avid gar could only assu that this was akin to an invisibility spell that would shield them from the comings and goings of people around them.
Clark tried to carry his heavy body up and stood there on shaky legs.
Though the process did not hurt one bit but our good gar could sell himself as the best actor of all seasons if the situation needed for him to do so. This was of course one those rare tis.
"The owner of this place is a funny guy, Lady Gwen." Our bored gar said as he gazed at the familiar lobby.
This was of course where he could find his little apartnt upstairs.
This place earned more from the miserable renters in horrible condition rather than the infrequent inflow of big guests from afar.
With how rundown this hotel was, it was basically not sothing where tourists preferred to stay in their vacation.
Thus, the owner of this White Garden Hotel needed to improvise in his business strategy.
This was the reason why most occupants in this place were dirt poor students and struggling workers in the city of Rodon.
"I would reckon that he is indeed." Gwen Landor nodded and got a magical pill from within her brown cloak.
"Here, eat it. It would help you nd your injury in no ti." Gwen offered the pill and it floated towards the waiting hands of our fat protagonist.
"Thank you so much, Lady Gwen. I did know why you ca to my rescue but I have absolute faith that the heavens will surely grant you prosperity and long life because of what you did today."
Clark thanked but did not eat the pill like he was instructed to. He put the curious thing inside one of his pockets instead and left it there to rot for all eternity.
Alas, our bored gar's sche did not escape the attentive eyes of Gwen Landor.
"I said eat it. Not keep it." The lady in brown cloak said in a not so gentle voice like before. It was clear that she would not entertain further refusal in her midst.
In the end, our helpless gar could only obey.
"I hear you, Lady Gwen. I hear you. Please don't hurt okay?"
Our bored gar acted in a play once more and with trembling hands, put the unknown pill inside his mouth and swallowed it with obvious hesitation.
"I don't know what that girl sees in you." Lady Gwen shook her beautiful head and vanished without saying goodbye to our very own protagonist. The misty veil also scattered to the wind.
It did not need telling that the effects of the pill was anything but to heal flesh wounds.
Clark still got the sa leg trauma but sothing else was happening in his body. Most specifically to his psyche.
'A pill that induces amnesia? Very creative.' Our bored gar mused when his mortal body could not anymore rember anything from today.
Luckily enough, his true body wasn't affected in this kind of mystique.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" Clark said out loud for effect as he sported a confused look on his face at the mont.
This was of course only for the benefit of Lady Gwen who may be observing his actions in the dark.
He stood there in the lobby like a lost puppy and prolonged the act to a full minute before moving on in quick panicked steps.
It was funny to see that with his injury still unhealed, Clark would limp and drag his legs towards the direction in his mind.
Our bored gar then took the elevator and after several floors up, he finally arrived at his humble apartnt.
"CLICK!" The doors opened up and one fat boy got inside an extrely small room.
"THUD!" The closing of a room was heard and after that, a gentle splashing of water dripped on the cold floors.
A few breaths more and the liquid matter dried up as if it was not there to begin with.
"It seems like soone is looking after my safety out there. I wonder who it might be. Hmmm..."
The true body of our good gar spoke for the first ti after several hours of silence. With his True Copy ability, it was stupid to go out there in the world himself.
This was the reason why from morning until now, only his clone ever went to study at school and played tag with a bunch of muscle brained n.
From start to finish, the real Clark was safely hidden inside this small room.
"Show again the character status of Lady Gwen, Nancy." Our bored gar ordered his handy system.
"Affirmative, host." The system replied at once.
"DING!"
Na: Gwen Landor
Race: Human
Cultivation: Level 9 Void Paragon
"Just lacking 1 level to get to the top. Are there level 10 existences in this universe, Nancy?" Clark asked next.
One should note that a level 10 was already at the apex of power in this mortal world.
"Affirmative, host. There is only 1 level 10 power in this reality." The system responded.
"Hmmm..." Our bored gar rely nodded since this information did not surprise him at all.
It was hard to reach the peak of strength in any world and it would take incredible luck, resources and effort to achieve.
Clark moved on and asked to get an answer to another mystery in the open.
"Who sent Lady Gwen to help , Nancy?" Clark said next. There were only 2 possible sources of this powerful woman. It was either Lauren Devarue or Luna Klara.
Other than them, our bored gar could think of no other else.
"Gwen Landor belongs to the Klara Family, host." Nancy answered after a beat.
"It seems like my guess is wrong." Clark muttered. He initially thought that Lady Gwen ca because of Lauren's bidding. Nevertheless, our avid gar was happy in the end.
"It's good to know so of the players in the ga at last."
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