My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer

The hotel room that Luke and Alexis chose was neither luxurious nor destitute. There were two single beds and a simple bathroom, plus candleholders that stood in strategic places in the room.

Unlike the suburbs that used to be bustling day and night, the rest of Oukiwa did not function like this, except for a few neighborhoods.

In the silence of the night, Luke waited until the half-dragon was asleep before he could finally get out of the room. He knew that if he opened the door, the red-haired woman would wake up, so he decided to leave through the window that was already open to help with the heat.

Before running away, he took a brief look at Alexis to make sure that she was indeed asleep. He stopped in front of her bed, looked away from her huge breasts, and analyzed her breathing. The half-dragon had her mouth open and was drooling, and this confirmed to Luke that she was not faking it.

'I hope she's a heavy sleeper...' Luke thought as he hung out the window. Since his room was on the third floor, he had a choice between climbing three more floors or going down and taking the street.

Based on his experience, the half-wolf plotted a route over the buildings to the hospital.

He followed the route he made in his mind and in a few minutes, he walked more than twenty blocks and arrived again in the Uptown area. Where is the only hospital in town, which was maintained by the noble families. In the rest of Oukiwa, there were only small clinics that catered to people who could not afford such expensive services.

When Luke came upon a huge white building, supported by thick columns and filled with golden details, he knew he had arrived at his final destination. The building was more like a complex of towers connected by several high bridges than an actual building.

In the square in front of the hospital were three strong guards, protected by heavy armor and thick helmets. Each of them held an imposing-looking spear. Even after evolving so much, Luke knew it would be stupid to face them.

Relying on his stealth, Luke kept walking through the buildings until he got closer to the hospital. As he got closer, he saw that the route he used to use as a teenager was still intact. He found the frayed rope that was connected to one of the hospital towers and hung from it.

Throughout his life, Luke had needed to steal medicine and bandages from clinics and when this proved to be more dangerous than taking his chances in the hospital, he began to just break into the hospital.

Before hanging himself, Luke pulled hard on the rope and as he felt the firmness of it, he knew it was still safe to use. Hanging from the rope, he turned his back to the ground and began to make progress. At first, the rope swayed heavily and almost gave way with the man's weight, but he managed to reach the other side in a few minutes.

However, as soon as he found a foothold in the tower, the rope snapped. "Hmph! That was too close." He spoke breathlessly.

Luke was over 20 meters high, and yet he didn't shiver as he looked down. Instead of getting nervous, he jumped up and using the ability to get his fingers sharp, he stuck his hand into the wall to create a crack. Soon after, he swung his body around and jumped toward a balcony on his left.

To his misfortune, there were two guards crossing the bridge at that very moment.

"Have you tried that new beer they're talking about?" One of the guards patrolling the place asked his colleague.

"Are you talking about that black beer shit? Of course not... it looks like dung. My cousin told me there's even cocaine in that stuff."

"Ouch... is that serious? But a doctor here who told me it was good."

"Do you really take anything these doctors say seriously? They're all dumb virgins and the ones who aren't, have a bought clearance, are incompetent."

"Ahh... I don't know. I saw some guys taking it today at 'GodClock' and it doesn't look that bad to me."

"Whatever you say, man. If you want to drink it, drink it—" Suddenly, the guard was kicked in the back of the head and passed out from the strong impact. The other still tried to turn to see who had attacked his colleague, but before he could complete the move, he felt something cold on his neck.

Luke had the blade of the Behemoth Axe pressed against the man's throat so that if the guard dared to make a sudden movement, he would decapitate him.

"Don't worry about your friend. He is not dead. Now raise your hands at head height and just tell me what I want to know and everything will be fine."

Like an experienced guard who values his own life, the man did exactly what Luke ordered him to do.

"Where do the patients stay?"

"In almost every tower there are rooms, man. And I usually only take care of Tower Four and five."

"It's fine, but I suppose the doctors may separate the patients by clinical case as well, right? Tell me where the patients who have suffered burns are."

"I think they stay in tower six. Please don't kill me."

"Which way is tower six?"

Then the guard, trembling, pointed with his right hand to two towers away from the bridge they were on. Without thanks, Luke made the ax disappear and punched the man in the head as hard as he could, and that was enough to dent his helmet and make him pass out.

The half-wolf wouldn't normally take such a risky approach, to the point of hitting two guards in the middle of a bridge with the risk of someone seeing him, but he was impatient and anxious.

On the way to the sixth tower, he came across many guards, and instead of doing as he did with the first two, he waited for the guards to pass him or overtook them through the shadows.

When he finally reached the medical wing of those being treated for burns, he was faced with a much larger volume of guards. In this tower, which was a little larger than the others, there was a huge hall and dozens of curtains dividing the beds of the victims.

In the center of this room were four guards playing cards and chatting loudly.