Victor originally wanted to give Enid and Wednesday a tour of the Hotel Transylvania, but—
The inn's lobby was currently as bustling as the monster world's annual carnival.
Monsters who had just disembarked from the "The Legacy" formed a winding queue, each with faces showing the weariness and excitement of travel, noisily waiting to check in.
"Victor! Get to the front desk and help! I can't handle it all!"
Mavis's voice came from the front desk, tinged with a hint of urgency but more so with delight.
"Coming, coming!"
Victor responded, making a helpless yet playful grimace at Enid and Wednesday beside him.
"Looks like the tour guide trial card has expired, and temporary worker Victor is now officially on duty."
He jogged to the front desk. No sooner had he taken his position than a strange fish wearing a floral shirt slid up to the counter.
Victor looked up—hey, wasn't this the strange fish waiter from the The Legacy?
"Get us a... uh, super moist suite! As many as you have, and remember to crank the humidifiers to max!"
The strange fish slapped the counter with its fin.
"No problem, sir!" Victor grinned, his fingers flying across the magic crystal screen. "While I'm at it, let me register your traveling companions... wow, two hundred colleagues?"
"Don't even mention it!"
The strange fish's voice held a sob.
"Those hyperactive wolf pups! Chased our tails for three whole days! We need absolute quiet and moisture to recover our minds and bodies!"
Suppressing a laugh, Victor processed the check-in with practiced ease.
"Understood, understood. I'll arrange a top-floor soundproof spa suite for you, guaranteed to have even the water ripples at a gentle murmur."
Just then, Enid and Wednesday also walked over.
"Looks like you need help."
Enid's eyes swept over the long queue as she rolled up her sleeves.
Wednesday didn't speak but naturally took a position on Victor's other side, picking up a stack of blank registration cards and starting to fill in the basic information with her distinctive, clear, and crisp handwriting.
Victor's eyes lit up. Glancing left and right at his two girlfriends, he suddenly felt immensely confident.
"Perfect! Let's divide the work! Enid, your voice is sweet, you're in charge of guiding and soothing the queued guests! Wednesday, your handwriting is neat and you're fast, you handle filling out the registration cards and room key codes! I'll operate the core system and handle special requests!"
"Okay." Enid nodded, immediately turning to face the line with a bright smile. "Please be patient, everyone. Form an orderly queue, and we'll have you all checked in soon!"
Her voice seemed magical; the line, which had been somewhat restless, quieted down considerably.
Wednesday, meanwhile, had already swish-swish-swished filled out several cards with the precision of a printing press, sliding them over to Victor's side.
"Wow!" Victor took the cards, exclaiming in amazement. "Wednesday, your efficiency is even better than the inn's automatic card printer!"
Without even lifting her eyelids, Wednesday replied coolly, "If you filled out cards half as fast as you crack jokes, the line would have vanished by now."
Victor chuckled, unfazed, and continued working.
Just then, the Symbiote also grew restless. Several black tendrils extended from his shoulder—one curled around an ink bottle, another helped pass registration cards, and one even managed to hand welcome candies to three guests simultaneously, achieving remarkable efficiency.
Mavis came over carrying a few drinks. Seeing the seamless, fluid teamwork, she couldn't help leaning against the counter, teasing with a smile:
"Look at you all, working in such perfect sync. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were an old married couple running this inn for years! Victor, you lucky boy."
Victor was looking down, operating the system. Upon hearing this, the tips of his ears turned slightly red, but he retorted defiantly, "Mavis! This is called teamwork, efficiency first!"
Enid, who had just finished guiding a wave of guests, also blushed at the words, shooting a reproachful glance at Mavis. Yet she didn't refute it, a sweet smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
Wednesday's writing hand paused for a moment before resuming at an even faster pace, though her pale earlobes seemed to take on a faint tinge of pink.
She said quietly to Victor, "Focus, idiot."
Right at that moment, a somewhat guilty voice came from the side:
"Boss... um, can I help too?"
Victor looked up to see Tyler scratching the back of his head, approaching with an awkward smile.
Victor was stunned for a moment, his expression shifting from confusion to shock. He slapped the counter emphatically:
"Tyler?! Where have you been! I kept feeling something was missing on this trip! You weren't there for the Atlantis fight, or the cruise ship revelry! Did you pull a vanishing act on us?"
Tyler flinched, shrinking his neck. His voice dropped even lower, almost a mosquito-like hum: "I... I was on the ship the whole time..."
"On the ship?" Victor eyed him suspiciously up and down. "Where on the ship? I didn't see a single hair of you on the deck!"
"In... in the cabin..."
Tyler's voice grew fainter, his eyes darting about evasively.
"The cabin?!"
Victor's voice rose an octave, drawing glances from Enid and Wednesday nearby.
"Were you holed up in the cabin hatching eggs or something? You missed such a lively party?"
Just as Victor was utterly perplexed, a fragrant breeze carrying the scent of the ocean wafted over.
A Miss Siren with a graceful figure, hair curled like seaweed, and eyes like the deepest sapphires swayed over to Tyler. Her delicate finger lightly tapped his chest as she spoke in a lazy, seductive voice:
"Little Tyler, book me a room... one with a nice view and a romantic atmosphere, okay?"
She winked at Tyler. "See you later, my little captain~"
With that, she left behind a suggestive smile and walked away gracefully.
The front desk instantly fell into dead silence.
Victor, Enid, Wednesday, and even Mavis, who was organizing room cards nearby, all stared at Tyler in unison, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Victor was the first to react. Pointing in the direction Miss Siren had disappeared, then at Tyler's flushed face, his voice changed pitch:
"Ty—ler—! You... you rascal! No wonder you were like a phantom! While we were up there fighting for our lives against the Kraken, you! In the cruise ship cabin... playing submarine tactics, huh?! Getting pretty wild, aren't you!"
Tyler's face instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp. He waved his hands frantically, stammering in a desperate attempt to explain:
"No! Boss! Listen to me! It's not what you think! We... we were discussing marine biology! Yes! Marine biodiversity!"
"Discussing biology to the point of needing a 'romantic room' and a'see you later'?!"
Victor was almost laughing in exasperation. He hooked an arm around Tyler's neck, vigorously ruffling his hair.
"Well done, you! Usually so quiet, and then you spring such a huge'surprise' on your boss at the critical moment! Spill it! When did you hook up? How far has it gone?"
Enid couldn't help but cover her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes full of mischief. "Tyler, I never expected you to be so... deep and mysterious."
Wednesday, as calm as ever, picked up a new registration card and handed it to Tyler expressionlessly. Her tone was flat but hit the nail on the head.
"So, one king bed or two twin beds? This affects the contents of the inn's 'romantic package.'"
Tyler was completely speechless at Wednesday's remark. He stood there gaping, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.
Mavis also shook her head with a smile, teasing:
"Want to consider upgrading to our inn's 'honeymoon suite'? There's a discount!"
Tyler, utterly mortified by everyone's teasing, covered his face with his hands and groaned.
"Boss! Stop making fun of me! I... I just helped her with a few small things, and then... and then..."
"And then helped to the point of needing to book a romantic room for 'in-depth discussions'?"
Victor chimed in with a mischievous grin, slapping Tyler's shoulder heartily.
"Well done, kid! I'm proud of you! Worthy of being Victor's sidekick! Full marks for this hidden plotline!"
Tyler looked at the group of gleeful onlookers with a woeful expression, despair flooding his heart.
This trip of his, it seemed, had ended in complete social annihilation.
And the departing Miss Siren seemed to sense something. She turned back and blew another kiss. Tyler instantly felt that the ups and downs of life were just too intense.
The atmosphere at the front desk, thanks to Tyler's "unexpected exposure," became even more cheerful.
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