AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

Sitting at the swim-up bar at eleven o'clock in the morning the next day I have to check my hearing. Between sips of coconut juice, I ask, "Rokaci, let me see if I understand you. You want to close down the Celestial Cafe and have the inn host the mythical equivalent of a Tupperware party?"

"PLEASE." The wyvern sucks whitish liquid through a straw. "Tupperware? You insult me. The M.O.S.A.I.C. is the first and only gathering of mythical artifact vendors in the world. Mythical Object Sellers Alliance Interdimensional Conference."

I raise my eyebrows. "A trade show."

"Yes, so we won't overtax your limited human brain."

"Ha ha ha. Have your heard from Corvuz, the guy who tried to--"

Rokaci spits fire. "Corvuz? Never heard of him. That name is so foreign to me. Certainly he's not blacklisted by MOSAIC and every self-respecting wyvern of my acquaintance."

Chapter 165: The Mythical Equivalent of a Tupperware Party