People kept coming and walking past them until they reached the Royals hotel. The big street was now filled with many huge caravans, of those merchants who were now racing time and were trying to join the fun.
William made sure to leave his instructions behind for Remy and her team of merchants. He wanted them to spread rumours about him getting wounded and badly hurt, and his need to go back and rest to heal his wounds.
Such a little twist in facts was something that was enough to stir more people to bet over his loss. He might be cheating, but he didn't feel any bad about doing this.
He wanted to get the most out of this event. And he wouldn't flinch at doing such a thing in return for more profit and less people to get parts of his gains.
"Oh, master was looking for you," and just as the two passed through the guards waiting outside, they entered the weirdly lit lobby of this hotel.
The moment William appeared there, a young worker jumped in front of his path, blocking it.
This dude wasn't any older than Thomas and was this close from getting his life expired on the hands of the dark gold guards.
The guards kept following William inside the hotel, refusing to return back as these were the orders of Remy.
"Who? Mark?" William was busy thinking about how to maximise his profit and forgot about what he had before he left the hotel.
"Yes sir, he is waiting for you at his office," that dude paused, seemingly feeling troubled by the presence of such scary dudes with William, "he… He asks that you come there alone."
"Fine," William didn't believe Mark would try anything funny inside the hotel. Besides, William was now a big shot in the fort. And trying to touch him was a very bad move.
"Take our guests and let them guard our rooms," William paused before adding, "and send someone to the Golden Fork people. They have to add more meals."
"Ok… But how long are we going to stay here?" Thomas was still not believing what William was doing. If he was the one who caused all this ruckus at the fort, he'd be at least deadly worried about his current situation.
But Thomas didn't know that William already found the right method to crack the traps. Given time, cracking the entire place out of traps was going to be a reality.
"We are going to stay the night here," William said as if this was something simple to guess, "tell those guys from the Golden Fork to make arrangements, let them deliver breakfast here as well. Ah, don't forget to send meals over to Trevor."
"Ok."
William left Thomas and the group of the dark gold guards after reassuring them that things were going to be ok. As he followed that worker, he noticed that they moved through many portals.
He never thought this hotel was this big to begin with. But they passed through six different portals, which was enough to take them outside the fort by William's rough estimates.
"We are here," the worker stopped, and he was just in front of a single door at the end of a short corridor, "I'm sorry but I'm not privileged to step into here."
"Thanks," William didn't get what this dude meant, but he waved his arm and moved towards the corridor.
The moment he stepped there; he felt some sort of hidden power pressuring his body. "Interesting," William felt this power was a bit familiar, but he couldn't get where or when he felt it.
"Come in!" William didn't even knock the door, but he heard the voice of Mark from behind inviting him in.
"Oh, where is this place?" Just as he passed through the door, William felt like he got sucked into some sort of a portal or a hole. When he opened his eyes next, he found himself standing in the middle of a huge stone hall, one that was better suited to a cave and not a hall in a hotel.
He appeared just at the place where Mark met with the ancient ones. The place didn't change at all, with its dimly lit environment and statues looking like pillars in the distance.
"You are invited here to meet us," one of the statues said. And when he spoke, the torches next to it shone and flickered light over its face.
"You…" the moment William saw this stoney face, saw this vicious face, he suddenly felt like a cold hand grasped his heart and squeezed it, "The Transformers!!!" he muttered to himself, while his face showed nothing but a serious expression there.
"Don't panic, we mean no harm to you," another statue spoke up, "you are here to discuss what you asked our little man for."
"What man?" William was trying to buy himself quite time to think about how he'd get himself out of this mess.
"I never expected to run into one of those damn bastards here…" he thought to himself while recalling everything he knew about these Transformers.
He never met one actually, only heard about their infamy from his master. And from what he knew, these Transformers were one of the hardest foes one would dream to face.
After all, they were once monsters, reaching the pinnacle of power in the world, before finding themselves unable to go any further. And so, they got the choice to burn everything they got, turn from being monsters into humans!
They would be granted long lifespans compared to humans, but nothing like the immensely huge lifespan of the monsters. At the same time, they'd also get lots of benefits, just the same as William did.
And that would all come on a single and trivial price to pay, turning themselves into some form of spirits! And as spirits lived in bodies, these Transformers had to find themselves a host, one without any life, to live in.
It was usually rocks, as rocks would stand against time itself. And using the skills of sculptures, these rocks could be carved into humanoid shapes, just like the statues appearing in this hall.
And that wasn't all!
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