258 Realist Goddess_1

The female guest turned around and saw the obese, balding middle-aged man behind her, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes. She had clearly changed to the most ordinary of bodies, how did he recognize her?

"You are..."

"It's me, Osevio Locke, the hero you blessed with your protection, Osevio Locke! You were the one who gave me this name." He Zhenyi's excess flesh trembled with excitement, his gaze fervently fixed on the other party.

"You must be mistaken, I'm not some goddess." The female customer frowned as she said this, but she was searching her memory for the name "Osevio Locke". Had she ever given such a strange name?

"No, I could not possibly be mistaken. Even if your appearance has changed, I would never forget your scent." He Zhenyi was still adamant that the individual before him was the goddess who had once guided him.

He sniffed the air fiercely, his face revealing an intoxicated expression.