Using Public Property for Private Ends

He gave a cold laugh, then went back to the living room, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and waited...

He didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang.

Qian Xunji raised a finger, and a burst of Soul Power shot out from his fingertip, hitting the door lock precisely.

The lock clicked open, and the door opened.

Two people were standing outside the door.

The woman in front of me was wearing a dark gray business suit, around forty years old, with her hair neatly styled and her makeup exquisite and appropriate.

This is the manager of the Vast Sea Hotel.

Behind her stood a middle-aged man in a bishop's red robe, slightly overweight with a round face.

The bishop, who had been whispering to the manager, looked past the manager's shoulder and saw the person sitting on the sofa when the door opened.

Those golden eyes were staring coldly at him, and the bishop's legs suddenly went weak.

At first, he thought the hotel manager was talking nonsense. How could the Pope suddenly come to Vast Sea City?

So he wanted to see for himself, and now he has.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

His voice faltered, and then he and the hotel manager bowed simultaneously.

"Come in."

"Yes."

The two of them bent over and quickly walked into the living room, standing with their hands at their sides in front of the sofa.

Qian Xunji didn't invite them to sit down, and went straight to the point, "I heard this apartment isn't open to the public?"

"You're not living alone, are you?"

The hotel manager glanced at the bishop out of the corner of his eye and whispered, "Your Majesty, you misunderstand. This room is extremely luxurious and not open to the public; it is reserved for important guests."

"If Your Majesty were to visit Vast Sea City, we would certainly arrange the best room for you immediately, and would not allow you to stay in an ordinary suite."

The bishop of the Vast Sea Temple nodded repeatedly, his plump face beaming with a fawning smile. "Yes, Your Majesty, if you had given me advance notice, I would have personally come to the city gate to meet you."

"It was the staff below who were inconsiderate today, causing you to waste your breath at the front desk. I will definitely give them a good talking-to when I get back."

Qian Xunji watched the two of them singing and responding, his face expressionless, neither believing nor disbelieving.

"Since it's used to entertain guests... there should be a record of guests staying in this apartment, right? Let me see it."

The air in the living room seemed to freeze for a moment.

"The records... let me look for them."

"Okay, bring it to me within a minute."

"Yes." The hotel manager left as if he had been granted a pardon.

The door closed again.

Only Qian Xunji and the Bishop of the Vast Sea Temple remained in the living room.

The bishop remained standing there; the sofa did not invite him to sit, and he dared not sit down.

Qian Xunji didn't say anything, but just leaned back on the sofa, one hand on the armrest, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

The sound was like torture, each thud striking the bishop's nerves.

Cold sweat began to seep from the bishop's back; the more silent Qian Xunji, the more uneasy he became.

He felt he should say something to ease the tension.

"Your Majesty... have you eaten?"

"No."

"Then... then shall I treat Your Majesty to a special feast?"

"The seafood in Vast Sea City is famous throughout the continent. It's not only diverse in variety but also incredibly fresh and delicious. There's a long-established restaurant there; the owner is an acquaintance of mine. I'll give it to you..."

Qian Xunji interrupted him before he could finish, saying, "I have no appetite."

The bishop swallowed the rest of his words, "Okay... okay."