Chapter 197: In the city, flowers bloom; at the gate, the moon flows (3)
The group’s plan to grab lunch at a hotel ran into an unexpected obstacle.
“I’m sorry. We don’t accept beastkin at our hotel.”
From world-famous hotel chains to low-end budget inns barely worthy of being called hostels—
Every place recoiled the moment they saw Corvus, refusing to offer a room.
The Saint tried to argue, but it was no use.
Hotels turning away beastkin wasn’t about hatred or prejudice—it was about primal fear.
“Just last week, beastkin terrorists ate hotel staff during a room service call. I’m sorry, but... we have to ask you to leave.”
As a result, they couldn’t even book a room, let alone rest. They ended up sitting on the street and eating there.
Fortunately, the barley bread sold by a dwarf street vendor—smothered with what was supposedly barley jam—was surprisingly good. The barley soda? Not so much.
Anyway, they sat on a roadside bench while cars zipped past, eating their makeshift meal.
Neti sneakily dumped her barley soda into the flower bed, and as the sun began to set, casting long shadows—
Corvus shook the bread crumbs from her wings and said,