Chapter 701: Volume Twenty: Wolf in the Mediterranean - Nine: Faith
The Grammy hotel is undoubtedly one of the best-located in Athens City, situated on the edge of a hill on Mount Acropolis. The Grammy, said to be a property of the Heyinmei Family—one of the Five Great Families of Sparta—boasts hundreds of pure marble steps that far from deter travelers, instead contribute to the prestige of a stay here, with many taking pride in being able to spend some time at this establishment.
It was Kamer’s referral that was indisputably the main reason Komer could stay at the Grammy. Never had Komer imagined that lodging would require a referral, nor had he anticipated needing to specify the length of his stay. It was unheard of to him, but thinking of the Olympic Flame that would be lit tomorrow, Komer came to terms with it.
The streets were teeming with travelers and tourists from all over, and all inns in the heart of Athens City were filled to capacity early on. Had it not been for the Grammy’s requirement for guests to have a special referral, and if encampments hadn’t been specially set up on the outskirts of Athens City for racers from the Southern Mediterranean Region, Komer likely wouldn’t have found anywhere in Athens City to stay.
As Komer watched a parade procession pass jubilantly below the stairs, he found his own mood stirred by the revelry of the carefree crowd. His blood boiled as if spurred on by the previous night’s Lime Wine, growing heated until the faint dark aura he encountered upon returning to his door sobered him up from that fiery atmosphere.
Gently pushing open the door, Komer saw two elderly figures in plain clothes standing quietly by the wide-open window. Their voluminous black robes enveloped their entire figures in darkness, even within the room their dark cloaks remained drawn. The slanting rays of sunshine made the faces of the two individuals even harder to discern in the shadows.
After a deep breath, Komer didn’t ask the visitors for their purpose. He simply glanced at them and stepped lightly into the room. The arrival of the visitors had not escaped Komer’s notice; what surprised him was the speed at which his message had circled back from the Caucasus. The Dark Lineage obviously wielded considerable power and connections here; Komer had been in Athens City for no more than two hours, and the Dark Forces had already sought him out.
The moment Komer set foot inside the room, the two men who had been standing at the window felt an immense, invisible pressure, as if the air in the room had been sucked out in an instant. What followed was a suffocating sensation from all directions, akin to being suddenly abandoned in a desolate wilderness. This realization made both elders conscious of their presumption.
Without acknowledging them, Komer simply took a seat and rested his hand on his forehead, speaking faintly, "Has Xerob not arrived yet?"