Fast Travel: Passerby A, she has the aura of a heartthrob

Chapter 45 The Sacrificial Saintess of Western Fantasy (9)

Bev was walking on the street, saw the young couple passing by, and missed Cyril in the royal city. The next moment, she thought that the man's family was still arranging for him to meet with a suitable noble lady, and Bev felt lost again.

She is still too weak, if she is a nobleman, there will be no such obstacles between her and Cyril.

At the same time, Bev is also very dissatisfied with the Meredith family. They are such a big family, why can't they be more reasonable and recognize her love with Cyril.

Love is so precious. The power and status pursued by the Meredith family are uglier than demons in the face of pure love.

Bev complained so much about her lover's family, praised the beautiful love between the two, and secretly vowed to fight to the end, and never let them become an obstacle to her and Cyril's happy life.

She prayed to the statue in the square.

Great God of Light, please hear the prayers of your faithful believers, and eliminate the prejudice of the nobles of the Darita Kingdom against the common people.

After praying, Bev looked at the god statue from a distance, which was not a little strange, and hoped that when she could see the god statue appearing, it would be good.

I heard that when the statue is shrouded in holy light, the wishes made by the believers, my lord will mercifully and lovingly bestow blessings on them and help them fulfill them.

It’s just that in the past few years, the Kingdom of Darita seems to have been abandoned by the God of Light, and none of the gods in the kingdom have appeared.

As these flashed through her mind, Bev suddenly remembered the evil god who was opposed to the God of Light, and the noble and beautiful blond saint. She wondered if she was all right after being coaxed by the temple to go to the castle in the dark forest.

However, Bev had no contact with the always so noble saint, she just sighed sympathetically, she stopped thinking about it, and turned to go to the only hotel in the town.

The room at home was converted by her parents into her brother's study after she was chosen as the envoy of God. Most of Bev's previous items were thrown away, and the bed was gone. She will probably stay in this hotel for a few days , even if she doesn't like the hotel's mean wife.

The hotel is not big, but because the people who stay here are businessmen who travel from north to south, these people will show off the gold coins they earned, their knowledge, and play cards and drink with each other every time they come here, which will inevitably make the hotel more smoky.

Bev, who hasn't been in contact with these people for a long time after going to the temple, came in and saw the men smoking cigarettes and drinking, bragging about what she saw and heard in Wangcheng, she frowned and raised her hand to fan the air, feeling unwell Shut your nose and mouth.

If it weren't for the only hotel in this town, Bev would not want to stay here.

Bev didn't realize that the eyes of those bragging businessmen carried the contempt of the nobles towards the common people, which was clearly what she hated the most before.

She walked over and wanted to book a room, but she saw a waiter who couldn't see her face shoved and fell down at her feet in embarrassment.

"It's just a waiter. I just want you to kiss my Yuanbao. If Yuanbao didn't like you, I wouldn't be willing to talk to you. If your poor aura messes up the big business, it will be terrible."

A tall and round businessman wanted to grab the waiter's hand with disgusting eyes. After the waiter avoided it, he felt offended and stomped on his hand angrily, so that Bev could vaguely hear it. The sound of bones breaking.

Bev was so frightened by this scene that her eyes widened, and she wanted to help the poor waiter, but seeing the few companions behind the merchant, she couldn't deal with them without supernatural powers. The expression turned away.

The businessman saw that the people in the hotel were all looking at him, and made a sound of booing. The businessman's blood was filling his forehead, and his expression became more agitated. He pinched the waiter's neck with his sour-smelling hand, and pushed him to the table. The mangy dog ​​who was still bleeding was dragged away.

(End of this chapter)