Regarding Mersin's basis for judging whether pets were cute, Walter felt nothing but shock. He couldn't imagine how people in this world lived with these giant bugs.
Fortunately, the topic finally ended, and the bustling streets of the upper city attracted Mersin's attention away.
That beautiful spider silk dress only cost two silver coins. Mersin curled her lips. She still had no change.
Finally, they stopped at the entrance of a high-end hotel. Mersin tugged on his insect skin coat and said, "Be careful when you go in. This is a place where rich people come."
Walter laughed twice: "Then what are we doing here?"
"Chasing money."
"Why should people give you money if you don't eat?"
"Then let's have a meal."
"All right."
Walter exhaled and placed one hand on his abdomen, making his arms form a circle, but he failed to wait for Mersin to take his arm.
"Come on! Don't you want to put on some airs?"
Looking at Mersin who looked confused, Walter was helpless.
"Don't you understand at all? I'll talk later."
He said, grabbed Mersin's hand and put it on his arm, and the two awkwardly walked into the hotel holding each other's arms.
The waiter came over. He took a look at their attire, and displeasure flashed across his brows.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"
Walter pulled the waiter aside and walked inside.
"Hey, this gentleman!"
Walter ignored him, took Mersin to a dining table for two, and elegantly pulled out a chair for Mersin.
This is a scene that Walter has imagined countless times in his mind, but in his imagination, the person sitting opposite him is Vivian.
The waiter did not hand over the menu, which made Walter very angry. He glared at the waiter, but the waiter still asked him if he had made a reservation.
"I never require a reservation to dine. Now, leave your menu and leave."
The waiter was still hesitating, and the surrounding guests also looked sideways.
Walter didn't care about those looks, and took the menu from the waiter's arms. In full view of everyone, he handed the menu to Mersin. Finally, he waved his hand to signal the waiter to leave.
At this point, the waiter had no choice but to leave. The lobby manager was already waiting by the restaurant, and he pulled the waiter over.
"What's the matter with you? Are you letting a country bumpkin like this in?"
The receptionist looked depressed when faced with the lobby manager's questioning.
"I didn't let him in! This guy is very strange. When he reaches out and pushes me, he will inevitably fall to the side. I want to stop him but I can't!"
"Okay, okay, we can't stop it, right? If they finish their meal safely here, our store's sign will be smashed!
We are a place for upper-class believers to eat. If you let two farts come in, which of the upper-class believers will come to eat in the future? ! "
As if to confirm the lobby manager's words, several dining guests had put down their knives and forks and were about to leave. The originally melodious music in the restaurant seemed to have become harsh and difficult to listen to at this time.
At this time, Walter raised his hand, and the lobby manager glared at the waiter and said, "He calls you, hurry up and send them away!"
With the lobby manager in charge, no matter how reckless a refusal is, it is not considered rude.
The waiter glanced at the flushed lady, then at the man whose fingers were roving on the menu, ordering each meal, and waited patiently for him to finish speaking.
"That's all."
The waiter took back the menu, smiled slightly, and said, "Sorry sir, lower class believers are not allowed here."
Walter nodded. Up to this point, he still regarded this meal as a rehearsal before dating Vivian, so he kept his anger and acted extremely gentlemanly.
"Young man, how can you tell if someone is from downtown?"
"Uptown, no one is embarrassed enough to wear insect skins...but you and your partner..."
"Embarrassed? Hahahaha, good words..."
Walter stopped smiling and turned his head to look at the waiter for the first time.
"So how do you tell if a guy is in distress? Is it by his clothes? Or by his wallet?"
People's eyes focused on Walter's hand. In the silent restaurant, the sound of gold coins slowly rubbing on the stone table was so distinct.
He looked at the overwhelmed reception, looked around at the people around him, and laughed, as if he was laughing at a child's joke.
"Obviously he didn't see my purse."
After a brief silence, everyone began to laugh. It was a smile of seeing the prank finally revealed, a smile of pity for the reception, and a smile of recognition of Walter's identity.
"Take it, kid, and convince your lobby manager to prepare my food."
The waiter who failed to catch the gold coin lay on the ground looking for the gold coin. The laughter reached its peak at this time. Walter looked around and shrugged with a smile.
The atmosphere in the restaurant became gentle again as the waiters left in a hurry. No one was ready to leave anymore, and the music became warm again.
The lobby manager bit into the undercurrent gold coin, and a few faint teeth marks appeared on the edge of the gold coin.
"What to do?"
the receptionist asked.
The lobby manager frowned and sighed: "What should I do? Let the kitchen prepare the dishes..."
After the waiter ran to the kitchen, he stared at the table of strange guests.
The man's manners were acceptable, but the girl's was not. She was lying on the table, playing with the cutlery and cups.
No upper-class believer with basic tutoring would do such a thing on such an occasion.
"Could it be that...they are river bandits who specialize in robbing boats on the dark river?"
After some ideological struggle, he put the gold coin in his pocket, put on his coat, gave a few instructions, and walked out of the hotel quickly.
Bokov is the leader of the Teaching Army. At this time, he is in a study room. Facing Bishop Pastin's inquiry, he truthfully reports the heart-wrenching situation.
"There are at least two hundred borers in this batch. The roads to Black Abyss City, Mingshui City, and Death Mist City have been damaged. My people are working hard to restore those roads."
The bishop sat on his chair, leaning his upper body slightly forward. He listened very carefully.
“How long will it take for traffic to be restored?”
"At least two months."
"Two months? Two months is enough time for these borers to eat up the entire Dark Star City!"
Bokov shrugged and said that the situation at the scene was very bad and there was nothing he could do about it.
Bishop Pastin let out a long sigh, and his words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of hatred.
"No, we can't wait that long, we must move the sacred objects immediately."
"His Majesty's nine cities, each city keeps sacred objects for three months, and twenty-seven months is a holy period. This is a rule that has not changed for hundreds of years!"
"Then you should think of a way to deal with those raging borers!"
