Before he knew it, time slowly passed, and it was nine o'clock at night in the blink of an eye.
The guests and host had all enjoyed themselves. Just as Velin was about to leave, Bamur's mother, Milien, made her smile appear more natural and softly asked, "Lord Velin, may I speak with you alone about something?"
Hearing this, Velin knew it was time to get to the point. He turned to look at Bamur, but before he could speak, Bamur said, "I greatly admire Lord Velin's noble character."
Seeing this, Velin did not refuse and nodded in agreement.
He would not do such immoral things.
After the Banquet ended, Velin and Milien went to a study.
Upon entering, he looked around and noticed that several places where portraits had clearly hung had been cleared away. It had likely happened only recently.
"Lord Velin, please have a seat."
Hearing Milien's words, Velin nodded slightly and sat down on the leather sofa.
As he looked at the dim lighting around him, a glint flashed through his eyes.
A few minutes later, Milien emerged wearing rather revealing clothes. She placed a set of wineware on the low table, opened a bottle, filled a glass, and brought it before Velin. Smiling, she said, "Lord Velin, this is wine my husband collected during his lifetime. Please have a taste."
The blood-red wine in the transparent glass gave off an enticing fragrance. Unfortunately, Velin did not pick it up. Instead, he looked directly into Milien's eyes and asked, "Madam Milien, are you truly willing to do this?"
Milien's expression did not change in the slightest at his blunt words. She picked up the glass, took a sip of the wine, and smiled. "Lord Velin, you have certainly asked the right person that question."
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