The Art of Conversation

Although it was called a viscount's estate.

It still covered quite a large area.

Then again, no noble's house was ever small.

The gray-green stone mansion stood quietly in the fading light of evening.

The fountain in the courtyard sent delicate sprays of water into the air, while the scents of roses and lavender mingled around it.

A stone bridge crossed the shallow stream in front of the house, where neatly trimmed boxwood hedges along the bank stood alongside marble statues.

The carved pillars were elegant but understated.

When the heavy oak doors swung open, the dark hardwood floors inside gleamed softly. Antique oil paintings hung on the walls, and brass candlesticks stood quietly in place. Every detail exuded the poise of a family whose nobility had been passed down through generations.

From the decorations and details alone, it was clear that the viscount's family in North John County had a long and distinguished history.

Of course.

That had nothing to do with Lan Qingyou.

Right now, the person beside her was what she cared about most.

"You're blinding me. Can't you turn off the effects?"

Lan Qingyou's face was cold as she stared straight ahead and said flatly, her voice just as cold.

Alisa wasn't looking at her either.

She, too, was gazing straight ahead into the living room.

"Just wait. They'll disappear on their own in three hours."

"..."

What was this?

Some kind of buff she'd put on herself? Or was it forced?

Couldn't she right-click to cancel it?

This was ridiculous...

Lan Qingyou's expression soured even more.

"Haha, I'm truly grateful to you both for putting on such a show."

Just as the two of them reached an impasse, Adams, who had been leading the way, turned to look back at them.

One was floating, looking