The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 739

Karl ran up the stairs with the Innkeeper right behind him. Getting caught breaking into a travelling Demon’s hotel room was the sort of thing that got you disappeared, and there was a chance that this was one of his patrons.

Karl stopped at the top of the stairs and resisted the urge to laugh at the sight that greeted him.

One very drunk sailor was using both hands to carefully insert the key for room number nine into the door for room number six. Then he cussed, kicking the door, and repeated the process when it didn’t work.

That was what had triggered Karl’s spell. He must have put his shoulder into it at some point, before he realized that it just wasn’t working.

The Innkeeper rushed past Karl.

"Sir, is there an issue with the door? Here, let me check.

Oh, see, that’s the problem. You’re holding it upside down. It’s for room nine and this is room six. Follow me just over here, and there we go."

The Innkeeper escorted the drunk to bed, and the man was snoring before the Innkeeper had even closed the door.

"So sorry about that, Sir. It happens now and then."

Karl waved his hand, dismissing the man’s concern. "It’s fine. I thought it might be something serious, as we’ve had a few incidents in the past. You know how it can be, travelling with a whole group of lovely ladies."

The Innkeeper nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that Werebear has some gloss to her fur. I’d imagine that you’ll have issues now and then with amorous suitors."

Strangely, he was right. It always seemed to be someone going after Ophelia that gave them relationship related issues.

But with the problem solved, Karl quickly recreated the talisman, and slapped it on the inside of the door to return to the tavern.

"False alarm." He informed the others as he returned to the main room, only to be grabbed by a desperate looking man in expensive clothes.

In the most literal sense. There was actual gold woven into the cloth.

"So sorry, Sir. Midwife Musa, you’re needed back at the Palace. Oh, hello, Beth. Sorry that I can’t stay. My wife has gone into labour." The man announced, then dragged the older Demoness out of the tavern.

"I like this place, it’s lively." Ophelia laughed.

"Will you really make an item for my mom? I know it’s rude to ask someone to work the day they arrive in the city, but we could really use it. The King just had triplet sons, and every single Clan Chief, Demon Noble and Monster Lord is trying to create an eligible bride for them.

It’s tradition that the Prince will pick a bride not more than two years younger than himself on his fourteenth birthday, and they will be married when she reaches eighteen. So, we currently have pandemonium in the maternity ward." Beth explained.

Lotus raised her glass in a cheer for the Demoness.

"Fluffy baby Demons!" The rather drunk Nature Cleric toasted, accompanied by Old Jared at the table beside them.