Restart:Untalented Man

Meanwhile, Audrey and her assistant stood before one of the three inns recommended by Oldman Dunn.

Their eyes take in the grandeur of the inn from the outside. Its facade exuded elegance and sophistication, with intricately designed architecture. The building stood tall and proud, adorned with ornate balconies and large arched windows that allowed glimpses of warm, inviting light within.

The inn’s exterior boasted intricate carvings and decorative motifs, showcasing the craftsmanship and attention to detail that went into its construction.

A sign bearing the name “The Golden Crown” hung prominently above the entrance, catching the glimmer of the sunlight and further enhancing its allure.

Audrey had intentionally chosen this establishment for her stay. Its prime location near the city centre and its close proximity to the Blueriver Palace made it a convenient choice for her to commute between the palace and the inn.

“Let’s go inside,” Audrey said to her assistant, her voice filled with a sense of anticipation.

As they walked in, their footsteps were muffled by the plush carpet that lined the foyer. Instantly, they were captivated by the opulence and grandeur of the interior.

The inn had been meticulously decorated to showcase the finest craftsmanship and elegance, befitting its reputed connection to the royal family of Barlia.

Gilded chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the space.

Intricately woven tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of historical significance and adding a touch of regality to the atmosphere.

Luxurious draperies in rich hues framed the large windows, allowing just the right amount of natural light to filter in.

The furnishings were equally lavish, with plush velvet chairs and sofas arranged in intimate seating areas. Ornate tables, crafted from polished wood and adorned with delicate carvings.

The air was filled with a delightful fragrance, emanating from the meticulously arranged floral arrangements that graced each corner.

A truly befitting place among nobles and foreign dignitaries.

Audrey approached the counter with a confident demeanour, her assistant by her side.

The receptionist, a poised and impeccably dressed woman, glanced at them from head to toe. Her eyes subtly assessing their appearance and presence.

In that brief moment, the receptionist’s eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity.

Though she had never seen the specific clothing worn by Audrey and her assistant, her trained eye could discern the high quality in the craftsmanship and the subtle elegance that radiated from their attire.

With a quick change in expression, the receptionist’s countenance softened, a warm smile gracing her lips. .

It was a smile that welcomed both luxury and humility, acknowledging the potential in the guests in front of her.

“How can I help you, misses?” the receptionist inquired, her voice carrying a refined tone that mirrored the elegance of the surroundings. Her attentive gaze met Audrey’s, ready to assist with any request or inquiry.

“Err… I was wondering if there are any rooms available,” Audrey inquired politely, her tone carrying a hint of concern.

The receptionist raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to the ledger in front of her. “Do you have a reservation?” she asked, her tone professional yet inquisitive.

Audrey sighed softly, shaking her head. “Unfortunately, no. It was a last-minute decision to stay here,” she admitted, hoping that there might still be an empty room.

The receptionist maintained her composed demeanour, a hint of reassurance in her eyes. “It’s okay, miss. We still have a room available.”

She then presented Audrey with a selection of room options, each promising a different level of comfort and luxury.

The Elite Room is a cosy and well-appointed space designed for a comfortable stay without extravagant amenities. It would provide all the essentials needed for a pleasant experience.

Above that was a Noble Chamber, a bit more spacious retreat featuring a separate living area. This choice would provide additional room and privacy, catering to guests who desired a bit more space during their stay.

And lastly, the receptionist introduced the Royal Suite, a truly indulgent choice.

This suite boasted a generous floor plan, complete with a separate living area and a breathtaking view of the city. It promises the finest accommodations of all.

“So, how many rooms do you need, miss?” the receptionist inquired, attempting to coax them into choosing the highest services available. “For someone of your high status, I would suggest the royal suite. You don’t have to mingle with someone beneath you as all types of rooms are located separately from each other.”

Audrey obviously not gonna fall for that. She smiled politely and replied, “We only need one room that can accommodate both of us. I will just choose the elite room.”

The receptionist’s face displayed a momentary disappointment, but was quickly concealed with professionalism. “Very well, Miss. How long would you like to stay?” she inquired politely.

Audrey considered the question for a moment before responding, “I’m not sure yet. For now, I will stay for a week. Thank you.”

The receptionist nodded, “Understood, Miss. That comes at a cost of 4,110 Bar.”

Audrey’s brows furrowed as she realized she only had Ryntum currency on hand, not Barlia coins.

“Is there a problem?” the receptionist inquired, her voice laced with professional concern.

Audrey hesitated for a moment before responding, “Do you accept another currency?”

The receptionist arched an eyebrow, awaiting further clarification. “Which currency are you referring to, Miss?”

“I only have Ryntum currency,” Audrey admitted a tinge of worry creeping into her voice.

The receptionist smiled reassuringly. “Certainly, Miss. We do accept Ryntum currency. Allow me to assist you with the exchange rate, and we can proceed with the payment accordingly.”

After completing the payment, the receptionist’s fingers glided gracefully over the registry book, “Please write your name here,” she pointed at the empty space.

“Sure,” Audrey took the quill and carefully wrote her name in elegant script, signing herself in as a guest.

With a smile, the receptionist retrieved a key from a small tray behind the counter. She extended it to Audrey, their fingers briefly touching in the exchange. “Your room will be prepared accordingly, and should you decide to extend your stay, please inform the front desk in advance. Enjoy your time at The Golden Crown.”

“Thank you,” Audrey replied as she accepted the key.

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