Watching Dwayne Dantès quickly integrate into the elegant and generous guests and mingle with them, light laughter could be heard from time to time. Hazel, who was obviously reluctant to give up on the sea adventure story, stopped, changed direction, and walked silently towards the edge of the dance floor where he originally stood.
There were two young guests on the road who seemed to want to invite her to dance, but they lost their courage under her cold eyes.
Without rich experience and knowledge, and without a strong Beyonder Ability, he just relied on the shelter of his parents... Hazel silently labeled these people and listened to the conversation behind him:
"... We worked together to kill a fishman, and the captain invited us to dine at Moonlit Deck, where we had raw fish cheeks and crispy fried Fish Fillet."
"... Trier's Underground Catacombs is as big as a city. The door says 'Death Empire ahead'. You must hold White Candle before you are allowed to enter."
"... Congressman Your Excellency has repeatedly said that he would recommend that the Army change the design of military uniforms of Balam's army, using light colors with irregular patterns that have a confusing effect. The current dark military uniforms look like roast beef. This idea originated from his combat experience..."
Pursing her lips, Hazel suddenly lost interest in the dance. In addition, the negative effects of Mystical Item carried on her body gradually appeared, making her feel even more depressed. After a while, the young girl simply put down her wine glass, walked around the guests who were starting a new round of dancing, and walked up the stairs with a slightly hurried pace towards the bedroom on the third floor.
"Why did Miss Hazel leave in such a hurry? This dance must have been prepared for her by Councilor Your Excellency, right?"
Holding Vincent's shoulders distantly, and walking briskly on Dance Step, Angel's eyes did not stay on the man in front of her, but looked at the stairs leading to the upper floor, and the mixed sky blue and dark green back quickly disappeared from her sight.
"This is a social dance, not a birthday dance, otherwise Maht would have taken her to dance the first song," Vincent, who was wearing a military uniform and thick-rimmed glasses and looked more like a civilian than a soldier, replied coldly, "Her departure is irrelevant."
Is this the point... Angel twitched the corners of his mouth, suddenly changed the subject, and asked:
"You seem a little distant from me, or maybe you are afraid?"
"Maybe it's just because I don't really like your type."
The answer of "Hunter" Pathway Beyonder was obviously a subconscious provocation, but Angel was almost immune to it, and instead thought about the meaning of the other party's words:
Does he think that I am a male Demoness and Lola is the opposite, so he is too cold towards me? Is this related to his experiences when he was young, such as his experience in Trier?
Angel was thinking and almost stepped on the opponent's foot again.
During the brief chat just now, Angel told a few Trier jokes, and Vincent actually went to Intis when he was young and was able to pick up the conversation; Lola always maintained a faint smile and looked at Klein who was hurriedly filling his stomach from time to time; Hibbert Hall She was obviously on the fringes of the conversation, making occasional remarks without expressing any attitude. She was only interested when talking about her sister Audrey Hall; Ms. Mary had a certain fondness for both Angel and Lola, but she was most interested in Hibbert, who also worked at Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee.
Therefore, when a new piece of music played, the six people were divided into three teams: Angel and Vincent, Klein and Lola, Hibbert and Mary. They danced together and "enhanced" their feelings a little.
After the slightly boring song, the two separated decisively and left the dance floor as if they were fleeing.
In the resting place in the corner, she saw Klein who had just politely sent Lola back to Vincent.
"Miss Theresa," he nodded in greeting, with deep blue eyes, making Angel more and more sure who the "model" he was imitating was, "I find that compared to the overly enthusiastic Ms. Lola, I am still more inclined to your restraint."
I always feel like you are mocking me for being too cold... But Lola, isn't her enthusiasm for some purpose?
Angel frowned slightly and looked towards the other end of the long table. Lola and Vincent were sitting on the sofa, seemingly talking about something, with serious faces, as if they were working.
She originally planned to take a rest, but her idea of eating something suddenly changed.
"Then, Mr. Dantès, are you willing to give me a chance to change your mind?"
Saying that, Angel took the initiative to stretch out his left hand and hung it in the air.
After a brief moment of surprise, Klein bent down and caught the jade-like arm.
As midnight approached, the repeated dance party of eating, chatting and dancing slowly came to an end. One by one, the guests left. Angel successfully exchanged business cards with most of the interested targets in the subsequent social sessions. At the same time, he also accepted many informal invitations to dance parties and salons. He asked the butler Ribak to write them down one by one and wait for the formal invitation letter.
At the same time, she unabashedly expressed her interest in Dwayne Dantès, laying the foundation for continued contact in the future.
After boarding the luxurious four-wheeled carriage, Angel wiped his face with a wet towel with the help of the maid Aisha. While wiping off the light makeup, he also washed away the smell of alcohol, which relieved his fatigue a little.
After several hours of social dancing, even if her Demigod body could handle it, the mental fatigue would be unbearable.
How do ordinary people endure long conversations and dances...Angel muttered, leaning back on the soft chair, closing his eyes and reviewing tonight's gains:
Councilor Macht, Hibbert Hall, Ms. Mary, and a few Lawyer who may be related to other nobles... The purpose of expanding the social circle has been achieved, and it has attracted enough attention today.
My first contact with Dwayne Dantès was perfect. Maybe he can invite me to the next dance he holds. But from today's dance, we can see how much energy and money it costs to hold a similar event... Councilor Macht remembered the name and origin of each guest, and could even chat a few topics that the other party was interested in. Is he really not an Beyonder with Pathway that can enhance his memory?
Today's clothes don't match the style of Loen, but they are consistent with my status as I just came back from Intis, and therefore attracted most people's attention. I can try to dress more conservatively next time to reflect my process of reintegrating into Backlund... In fact, the main reason is that I only have this set of custom-made dresses for the time being, and I have no choice...
In general, tonight's task was overfulfilled. A bottle of Olmir Wine worth 95 pounds is not a loss... No, I still feel it is a loss. I only have this bottle in my wine cellar...
Angel suddenly felt heartache. She opened her eyes and saw Ribak sitting opposite, still writing and drawing in her notebook, seemingly summarizing the various invitations she had received after exchanging business cards with other guests tonight.
No, this is not a heartache about money, it is a reminder of Spirituality and Magic Mirror, and even Hidden Holy Emblem...
Feeling the cold touch of Magic Mirror and Hidden Holy Emblem hidden deep in the clothes, Angel suddenly became alert. One of her purple eyes became illusive, and countless lights and shadows seemed to flash inside.
At this moment, she had performed a simple divination and confirmed the source of the threat, or the peeping.
The opponent obviously performed Anti-Divination, but the character of Demigod allowed her to break through this barrier with a little effort and confirm the general situation of the opponent.
Quietly, Angel leaned back on the chair again, leaning slightly away from Aisha beside him. The side of his head rested against the soft-packed inner wall of the carriage, and he closed his eyes, as if he was preparing to take a short rest due to fatigue.
A faint shadow seemed to flash across the glass window next to her. Neither Ribak, who was focusing on his laptop, nor Aisha, who was covering Angel with a blanket, noticed that "Christine Miss" in the car had turned into a "stand-in" made of mirrors.
But the real her has entered Mirror World through the glass as an entrance, and shuttles through the network composed of complex and abstract "spider threads".
A few thin spider threads are slowly moving away. They are the glass windows of the four-wheeled carriage. The surrounding rows of regular but varying thicknesses are the mirrors in the buildings on both sides of the street. Further away, the network that seems to be connected to infinity is the entire Backlund, and even the "highways" leading to other cities and countries.
In Angel's eyes, a winding spider silk was shining with a different light from other passages, as if it was lit up in the dark and illusory spider web.
That was the location of the person who was spying on her based on her divination.
After doing a simple divination with his eyes and confirming that the risk of the action was low, Angel walked through the passage in an almost flying posture and looked at the mirror at the end.
It was a slightly old small room, probably a bedroom, with only a simple single bed, table, chairs, and wardrobe. The mirror was probably the half-length mirror on the wardrobe, facing the table at this time.
There was a young woman sitting at the table. Her hair was as black as ink and was pulled back casually, exposing her delicate neck. The long black dress did not have any decoration, but it showed off the perfect curve formed by her slightly curved back, slender waist and buttocks sitting on the chair.
The woman was stroking a small portable mirror. The mirror was shrouded in black fog, and she could barely see the broad street. A carriage was gradually moving away, but it was blurry and difficult to follow the direction.
Sure enough, she was using divination to track me, but she was disturbed by Anti-Divination and could only draw vague conclusions. However, even so, she should have a personality close to Demigod, otherwise she would not get any useful information at all...
Angel was about to continue "peeping" for a while, but found that the screen on the other party's Magic Mirror quickly disappeared, and then a few drops of dark red blood oozed out.
Magic Mirror warning... She no longer hesitated, walked through this "window" and returned to Physical World, stepped on the simple floor, and while the ice cones shot out in all directions, she locked on all nearby mirrors that could be used to cast mirror spells.
The woman with black hair and black skirt jumped up instantly as if she was frightened, and nimbly dodged the Ice Spike that was thrust at her. She paused and immediately realized that "Mirror Substitution" could not be used, and her face turned pale.
Even after doing Anti-Divination and setting up mirrors in different positions before trying to divine the other party, even if you are prepared to be discovered by the other party, you can only run away in a hurry.
She didn't expect to be called to her door so soon, and she didn't even have time to escape.
Boom——
The same Frost exploded from her body, but Angel easily counterattacked, surrounding the black-haired woman one by one, and pinning her into wooden sticks that were broken into several pieces.
After Staff Substitution, she just appeared from the other corner of the room, shooting invisible threads, trying to open the door and leave on foot, but found that the threads were burned away by handfuls of Black Flame as soon as they left the body.
As for the "disease" ability, it seems to have no effect on the enemy.
Her heart gradually sank. The other person was also Demoness, and it was Demoness who was taller than her Sequence.
That means...
"Despair"!
Frost and Black Flame disappeared suddenly. The black-haired woman lowered her hands and lowered her head slightly, then raised her head and looked at Angel, with a helpless, weak and stubborn smile on her face.
"You don't have to pretend, I have no intention of killing you, at least not yet..."
Angel was unmoved and quickly commanded invisible silk threads to bind the other party, and the black skirt that covered almost all the skin below her neck outlined the Gentle Beauty curves of her body.
"Long time no see, Trissy, Cheek."