Chapter 1942 There Is a Dragon in the West (29)

Especially the children of the nobles, their eyes were almost glued to their eyes and they couldn't pull them back.

Compared with the astonishment of these noble young people, there are also some ladies and gentlemen in the field.

They all came for Raphael, so they all dressed up carefully, and when the other party entered the room, they showed a look of nymphomaniac on their faces.

Knight Commander Fortle has been greeted away, and here are his old acquaintances.

After talking to the city lord for a while, Shen Mubai was finally able to sit down and take a good rest.

But under so many eyes, in order to take into account the image of the saint, she could only temporarily endure the desire to eat.

When the time was almost right, Shen Mubai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could prepare her noble and cold elegant eating posture, the nobles came to chat with her one by one.

Shen Mubai was overwhelmed by a group of young people and was at a loss.

In the eyes of the young nobles, the saintly and noble aura of the silver-haired girl, not to mention the snow-white and beautiful face, made people unable to take their eyes away.

Even if a priest is around, they can't stop these people's enthusiasm.

After all, they have only admired the saint's name for a long time, and there are also some powerful people, so they cannot directly offend her.

The aristocratic young people were all well-educated one after another. Shen Mubai was hungry and endured it, and his attitude became more and more indifferent.

The handsome knight held a wine glass in his hand, chatting and laughing, and solved all the people who wanted to come over to talk.

Including those ladies.

"Sir Raphael, I have admired you for a long time. I am Count Shia's daughter, Monica." The girl held up her skirt and winked playfully, her cheeks slightly red.

The handsome knight didn't even look at her, and passed directly over, completely losing the gentlemanly demeanor at the beginning.

Monica was startled for a moment and opened her mouth, with a look of hurt and loss on her face.

The young man pursuing her couldn't help but taunted her, "Look, Monica, who are you looking for? You're so arrogant and have no manners at all."

Monica ignored him and looked in the direction of the knight.

The other party walked up to the silver-haired girl and said something to the noble young men with a smile on his face.

Those blue eyes had no warmth at all.

Monica seemed to realize something and was shocked.

The young man next to him muttered, "Speaking of which, the saint of the Vatican is really beautiful."

Monica secretly took courage, "They will dedicate their lives to the Holy See and the God of Light."

Girls cannot get married, or even have unwanted thoughts.

She squeezed her hands and felt a little calmer.

"You must not be used to such a place." The handsome knight walked up to the girl and said these words in his ear in a gentle tone, "Don't worry, I will help you solve it."

Shen Mubai could feel the other person's warm breath on his skin, which was so sensitive that he almost shrank.

After the handsome knight finished saying this, he turned his head and smiled at the nobles and said, "My Lady, the Saint, has been a little tired recently because of the undead and monsters. If you want to talk to me, you can call Knight Commander Fortle. I'm sorry. ”

Of course, the noble young people are still unsatisfied. After all, the girl is so beautiful. It would be good to take a few more glances as an excuse for other things.

Of course, some left because of the status of the Holy See.

The rest are those with more power, so they naturally try their best to stay a little longer.