Chapter 63 A Hotel Without Windows

Hearing this, Emily glanced at Auston subconsciously.

She watched the man with his blue veins standing out on his forehead.

This was the only hotel nearby. If there was no room, what should they do?

To camp in the heavy rain?

"Look at it yourself."

Auston said in a malicious tone, "It should be the room Mr. Black has booked."

"Black? Oh, Black..."

The innkeeper seemed to be getting old. He had to repeat what he had heard a few times, as if only in this way could he understand what was the meaning.

He moved the mouse slowly and answered, "Black, No. It doesn't show..."

Auston held his hand tightly and Emily covered her hand on him subconsciously.

He looked terrible. Emily was afraid that he would hit the innkeeper.

The innkeeper must be sixty years old. He looked like a dried orange peel.

Emily suspected that there was no need for Auston to do anything. He could be blown away by the strong wind.

"Ah, I found it here."

The innkeeper took out a key from the cabinet.