Thirty one

Valentino knocked once again on the old wooden door. "We've been knocking for how many minutes," he said, irritated. "When are they going to open the damn door?!"

"Be patient, Calvary," Carl said to him. "You don't know what they're doing right now."

Valentino's expression was that of cluelessness. "Carl, this is an inn," he reminded the golden haired heir desperately. "This is an old excuse for a hotel so tell me what exactly they would doing in there."

"Inns are actually quite valued especially in rather undeveloped parts like this," Kasa butted in.

"What does this have to do with anything?" Valentino asked.

Arthur replied on her behalf. "It's surprising that a smart brain like yours shouldn't be asking such a question," he started as he lit a blunt. "But what she means is that this is the less modernized part of the city, where they don't have tall buildings and expensive things, more like the village. Here, they prefer things to be old-fashione