Reincarnated as an Energy with a System-Chapter 1409 Finding Braval

Galamor and Tim walked into the hotel, making their way to the registration area.

"Hello, I would like to meet one of your guests please," Galamor spoke to the concierge at the hotel at the time.

The petit woman looked up and nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw a Paladin stand up next to her. A paladin visiting the hotel, this late at night, in Level 2 was something quite unusual.

"I'm sorry, did you say you want to meet a guest?" the woman asked.

"Yes, I am looking for a guest of yours," Galamor said.

"Who might you be looking for?" the woman asked.

"His name is Braval," Galamor said. "I wish to meet him."

"Braval?" the woman took out the register and started looking through the name list. Halfway through the book, she stopped and looked up. "Actually, sir Paladin. We cannot tell you about our guests. Please forgive me." Galamor had expected that. The fact that he had gotten the woman to bring the book up itself was something he hadn't expected to happen. He thought for a moment and said, "Is there no way for you to go and tell this person that I wish to meet him?"

"If you know what room he is staying in, you can go. Or you can tell us and we will go get him for you," she said.

Tim looked at the woman. "How many rooms are there in this hotel?" he asked.

"Around 140 across 7 floors. Give or take," the woman said.

"I see," Tim said. He looked toward Galamor, wondering what they should do.

Galamor thought for a bit and looked back at the woman. "Miss, please help us. This man is a dangerous man. You have to tell us where he's staying. If not that, then please at least tell us if he's really here. That would be a lot of help," he said.

However, the woman only shook her head. "We cannot divulge guest information in any manner," she said. "My humblest apologies."

"Miss, please—"

"Thank you, miss," Tim said hurriedly. "Thank you for your help."

He pulled Galamor away.

Galamor resisted a little to being pulled, but he didn't stop entirely. "What are you doing? We need more information," he said.

"We already have it," Tim said.

"Huh?" Galamor stopped as he was taken aback. "What do you mean we already have it?"

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Jasmine asked while invisible.

Galamor looked around to where her voice was coming from. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Jasmine sighed. "He wasn't listening to me at all," he said. "He was too busy in his own world."

"Wait, what do you mean? Explain it to me," Galamor demanded.

"I already checked the register. I know where that man is. We don't need to wait around here anymore," Jasmine said.

"Ah!" Galamor finally reacted. "You should've said so sooner. Let's go." He didn't hear the exasperated sigh that Jasmine let out again.

The place where the man named Braval was staying was on the 4th floor of the hotel, in the 20th room at the end of the hallway.

Galamor walked up front with the other 3 following close behind.

Arriving at the door, Galamor knocked on it and waited. He waited for a moment and knocked again, louder this time around, and finally heard some movement from the other side.

Some rustling and then some footsteps, followed by some clicking around the door. Finally, the door opened just a bit as a man in his late 30s with scraggly hair and beard looked at them.

He could only see Galamor and Tim, but even then he looked suspicious of them. "Who… are you guys?" he asked.

"I am Galamor, a paladin of the church of Zurinus," Galamor introduced himself. "Are you Braval?"

The man looked at Galamor with a serious expression on his face and opened the door a little more. He seemed to be in a gown, ready to go to sleep.

"How may I help you, sir Paladin?" the man asked.

"So you are Braval," Galamor asked.

"I am," the man said. He looked toward Tim. "Are you a paladin as well?"

"No, I'm just a friend that came along with him," Tim said. "Oh, you should be a paladin too if that I what you're trying to do. Everyone should become a paladin," the man said and bowed a little toward Galamor.

Galamor wasted no more time. He pulled out a sword and pointed it at the man in front of him.

"Braval, for the crimes of murdering many people, I will now take you under arrest," Galamor said. "Come with me without resisting."

Braval's eyes went wide in shock. "What are you say, sir Paladin?" he asked. "You might have gotten someone wrong."

"I don't know if I did," the young man said. "If I did, you will be returned here tomorrow with no harm done to you. For now, I will take you with me to figure out the truth of whether you are a serial killer or not."

"No," the man said. "I'm not a serial killer." He slowly moved backward, away from Galamor and his sword.

"You will do better to not resist me," Galamor said. "If you do, I will execute you right here for trying to evade justice. Come with me so I may settle it fairly."

"No, please, no," the man leaned against the desk next to the wall, trying to push in further where there was no stop.

"Accept my offer and come with me—"

Just as Galamor had started saying something, the man pulled out something from behind him where the drawers were.

Galamor didn't know what was being brought out, but his training kicked in and he stepped forward, slashing his sword at whatever the man was bringing out.

He slashed at the man, but missed by barely an inch as the man took the gun he brought out and shot it.

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