Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 79 Don't you think something's wrong?

The kitchen of Mingzhu Hotel.

On the cold, hand-pushed food cart, Guofu took the half-mask handed to her by the waiter. She could never have imagined that she had fallen to such a state.

With the resources she purchased through loans, she successfully stood out from her peers and entered the coveted Violet Academy, which should have been a half-step beyond her original social class.

Once you find a noble young master who likes you, your life will immediately change.

However, things did not go as expected.

Her appearance, which she was so proud of, was commonplace in the eyes of those in power; their evaluations were nothing more than ordinary, okay, or presentable…

However, to think that one can ascend to the throne in this way is certainly wishful thinking.

"If I were as beautiful as Aglaia, everything would be different." Guofu once fantasized, but reality is the noose of the loan closing in step by step.

Knowing she was unable to repay the debt, she had no choice but to sell herself.

She went to great lengths to dress up and try to find a noble descendant who could help her, even if he had no right of inheritance.

The conditions have been lowered again and again...

Unfortunately, relationships with ulterior motives are destined to have no good outcome.

Men who are even slightly outstanding will never lack female attention. Just look at the dating and matchmaking markets in the capital – they're filled with photos of beautiful women.

Now, there is no turning back.

The coldness of the food cart countertop paled in comparison to the chill in their hearts; the girls stared blankly at the white magic lamps overhead.

"Lie down and don't move! I'm starting to arrange the platters now..." the chef, wearing a white top hat and with a face full of fat, shouted sternly.

Slices of raw fish were used as clothing and laid on people's bodies.

The chef's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

A young servant stood to one side, muttering under his breath, "These noble young masters really know how to have fun!"

"Kid, you don't know anything! A person's body temperature can keep the ingredients fresh and improve their taste and quality." The burly chef spouted nonsense with a straight face.

"Okay, you're right! If there are no problems, I'll take the cart out." The young attendant adjusted his tall white hat and carefully pushed the cart.

Every minute and every second felt like an eternity.

Guofu could only close her eyes and pretend that her body didn't belong to her.

After losing his sight, his hearing became even more acute. He could hear laughter and chatter in the distance, as if they were all related to him. It was not only a physical humiliation, but also a profound spiritual one.

She tried her best to suppress her overwhelming emotions, tears streaming down her cheeks.

At this moment, humanity is no longer qualified.

Tai'an stared in shock at the human feast that the servants had brought out. The food cart even had special effects of inscribed clouds and mist.

"Yo! The Belland family never disappoints." Iska's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he couldn't help but clap his hands lightly.

Tai'an couldn't hold back any longer and questioned, "Don't you think something's wrong?"

"Is something wrong?" Iska asked, looking puzzled.

Tai'an paused, thought for three seconds, and said, "Don't you think it's dirty to put food on a person?"

"Good question!" A portly middle-aged man chimed in from the side, "An unclean body is of course unworthy! Only a pure body, and a girl under twenty, is worthy of being presentable in public."

“That’s right!” Iska affirmed the middle-aged man’s statement: “We are nobles, how can we fool people with withered flowers and fallen leaves?”

"Haha, brother, we're kindred spirits."

The two smiled at each other and walked toward the nearest food cart.

Tai'an turned to look at Greenfield with a cold gaze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would turn out like this..." The red-haired girl lowered her head deeply, her tone filled with self-blame and guilt.

Isca's performance completely ruined the positive image of the Maple family.

It would not be surprising if they were to appear on the list of fallen nobles in the future.

"Can you leave now?" Tai'an seemed to be wearing a mask, his face revealing no emotion, his joy or anger unreadable.

"I'll do whatever you say..."

Greenfield's hands, which had nowhere to go, were gripping his knees tightly when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and looked up.

Taian was satisfied with Greenfield's answer, a faint smile appearing on his face: "Since we're here for the banquet, let's see it all the way through!"

The boy raised his glass of red wine and stood up from his seat against the wall.

While others ate, he observed their expressions. Like a high and mighty deity, he looked down upon the mundane world.

The men, their faces beaming with excitement, huddled together in small groups, loudly discussing and boasting while simultaneously groping each other. While basking in their sense of superiority, they also indulged in the delicious food, satisfying both their minds and palates.

Most of the women were indifferent, showing no empathy whatsoever, and even intensified their humiliation, treating the young girl at the table as a human being.

Commoners who willingly degenerate are worse than livestock; they are nothing more than tools devoid of humanity.

"I used to think these things were outrageous, just like you." Sith Solomon swirled the red wine in his glass and slowly walked to Tai'an's side. Seeing that he didn't respond, he continued, "Later I understood the beauty of being needed."

Tai'an gave a dismissive snort.

"These girls are all willingly becoming tableware. Some of them have parents who are seriously ill and urgently need money. Others have accumulated a lot of debt and urgently need to pay it off. In any case, they will receive two gold coins for each appearance today, which is more than an average person could earn in three years of hard work..."

"It's indecent. There are other ways to support them."

"I won't fund them. Equivalent exchange is the most basic order, unless you think your actions can satisfy your overflowing sympathy, which is also a kind of equivalent exchange. You pay and receive the gratitude of the lower classes..." Sith slowly savored the red wine in his hand, speaking slowly.

Inside, the atmosphere gradually heated up. The noise grew louder, and the male guests, increasingly intoxicated, became more and more violent.

Someone casually peeled off the mask from Guo Gu's face.

Like a drowning person who has lost her last straw, she tremblingly raised her hand: "Please, please give it back to me."

"What a young girl."

No wonder he's so thin.

"Tsk tsk, shameless..."

An overwhelming sense of malice washed over the drowning girl. Helplessly, she looked around, reaching out to cling to her last shred of dignity. However, with the expensive food she hadn't finished eating still on her, she dared not make a move and could only give up in vain.

"Who will help me?!" cried a desperate soul.

A pink butterfly mask floated up and landed in Tai'an's hand. He walked over slowly and put it on the girl.

Such a move naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"Wearing a mask is pointless! Take it off, I'll pay extra!"

A nobleman, reeking of alcohol, approached and attempted to remove the girl's mask again.

(End of this chapter)