Chapter 46 The Sacrificial Saint in Western Fantasy (10)

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Bev was attracted by the big movement and couldn't help but look over. She happened to see the merchant holding the back of the waiter's head and pressing the waiter on the mangy dog's head. Bev immediately understood who the ingot was in the merchant's previous words.

Even though she had not witnessed many scenes before entering the temple where civilians sought out people with higher status to bully and humiliate them due to excessive repression, Bev was still disgusted by this scene.

She couldn't see the waiter's face, but the mangy dog's mouth was drooling. Being forced to kiss such an ugly thing made Bev feel sick to her stomach even before she saw it. She felt even more pitiful for the waiter.

Bev pinched the sun badge that represented the identity of the divine envoy, and hesitated whether to stand up for the unfamiliar waiter.

She is still a newcomer to the temple and is a waste without any divine power. After such a start, Bev wonders if the temple will blame her for meddling in her own business and use her identity as a divine envoy to oppress the common people and kick her out of the temple.

This is not Bev's overthinking. She suffered a lot of oppression when she was a civilian, and she is very sensitive to changes in people's attitudes. She can feel that the people in the temple look down on her, and the bishop looks at her with emotionless eyes from time to time.

If Cyril hadn't come to see her in the temple with great fanfare several times, Bev thought, the bishop would have kicked her out long ago.

Bev knew she was a selfish person, with good intentions but not much.

The reason why I didn't remind the blonde girl about the election of a saint before was because I was afraid of being chosen. This time, I still immediately considered the consequences of taking care of the matter.

If she showed the sun badge, the worst outcome would be to be kicked out of the temple, lose her identity as a divine messenger, and have no future with Cyril.

This consequence made Bev return to her senses in an instant, she took her kindness back, and looked at the back of the poor waiter praying to the God of Light for him. She didn't want to worry about it anymore, and walked to the counter to ask if there was any free room.

After handing over the gold coins and getting the key, Bev didn't look in the direction of the farce anymore and started to walk upstairs. But just as she walked up the stairs, she was greeted by a voice that was like the spring breeze blowing on her face and like the most beautiful singing in the world. Lost his attention.

"Hello, are there any rooms available?"

A girl with slightly curly blond hair stepped forward wearing a simple skirt. Her skin was whiter than the snow in the snow-capped mountains, and her face was so beautiful that everyone was attracted to it.

She walked into the hotel, and all the actions and words of everyone seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. Only the eyes were left to move mechanically with the girl's figure. Her face and eyes were filled with enthusiasm for the most beautiful things in the world.

The waiter in front of the counter was the first to react and greeted the overly beautiful lady with a perfect smile and an extremely gentle voice, which only scared the beauty away.

"Of course there are ladies, but only the innermost room on the second floor is left. That room is a bit damp and not suitable for ladies..."

The waiter said with some embarrassment, and just as he was about to say that there was a large and spacious room in his home, a rush of recommendations rang out in the hotel.

"Miss, I happen to have the best and largest room in the hotel here, and I'm willing to trade it with you."

"This small hotel is not worthy of Miss. I can buy the most luxurious villa here for Miss. Please come with me, Miss."

"I am the nephew of the head of the Eiffel family, and I am willing to dedicate everything to the lady!"

These voices recommended themselves crazily as if they were afraid of falling behind, and they approached Yu Shu with burning eyes as they spoke.

Yu Shu took a step back due to the strong smell of smoke and alcohol on their bodies. She raised her jade finger and pointed at the waiter who was pushed to the back by the businessmen.

"You are so ugly. I don't want your room. I want him to clean the house for me."

When the businessmen and hotel waiters saw that the person Yu Shu pointed to was the waiter who almost kissed the mangy dog, a waiter who was so weak that anyone could trample him under his feet, their eyes burned with jealousy.

I kept cursing him in my heart, wishing to kill him immediately and replace him with my own body to provide the most considerate service to the beautiful lady.