Chapitre 227: Drunk At An Alehouse

"Someone explain to me, how do normal people do this on a daily basis? My feet are already aching and I'm so tired." Inna grumbled to herself as she walked in the middle of Orson and Elian who carried all her loads and bags on their shoulders.

They had just made it to the Middle East quarters, and getting past the main gate of the upper East quarters felt like knocking on trouble's door. Due to the investigation concerning who had attacked the King was still going on, the gateman had insisted on receiving information from their parents first before letting them through. 

Orson had volunteered to show his ID so they could easily get through without any problems, but Elian chose to knock the gateman out cold on the ground before they made a run for it.

Throughout the walk, Inna had made both their lives miserable with her never ending demands.