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Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism novel Chapter 242

When Violeta walked into the lobby, it was a lot quieter than before, with just a few guides hanging around.

As she came down, the innkeeper came over with a bunch of brochures about the old town and gave her a stack.

"Here you go. Could you pass these out to your classmates?" the innkeeper said.

Violeta took the brochures and quickly flipped through them. They covered pretty much everything you could see and do in the Old Town, with lots of details.

Not only do they have stuff like puppet shows and riddles, but they also have challenges for playing the musical instruments and more.

What was surprising was that you could get some small commemorative prizes just by participating in these activities.

"Do we really get prizes just for joining these activities?" Violeta asked.

"Yeah, that's right. Actually, here's a secret. You don't even have to join in. Just check in and post a pic on your social media to promote us, and you'll qualify. But, there are limited prizes, so it's first-come, first-served," the innkeeper replied with a wink.

That was a pretty good way to promote things.

She accepted the brochures with delight.

On the back were several riddles. Violeta sat back on the sofa and casually pondered the answers in his mind.

Just then, several members of the student council came down from upstairs, with Nolan leading the way.

"Hey, are all the rooms taken? Did anyone get left out?"

"No, all rooms are booked up. I just double-checked, so you can relax," Nolan reassured.

...

As they came downstairs, Violeta spotted Nolan right away.

Nolan walked over to Violeta.

"Violeta."

Violeta looked up and saw Nolan approaching. "Nolan, what's up?"

Nolan said warmly, "If your class needs anything, remember to let me know."

Afterwards, he pulled out a red whistle from his pocket and handed it to Violeta.

Violeta nodded. "Yeah, got it.

"What's the whistle for?"

Violeta thought it might be for calling everyone to gather.

But Nolan surprised him, saying, "It's a souvenir from the Old Town. Red ones are rare. I got one for you discreetly."

The lucky red was hidden.

Nolan had specially hidden one for her.

He smiled, his eyes glinting with tiny lights. "I hope you'll have good luck from now on."

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