Gilan and Miss Dadeier returned to the box.
After the two chatted for a while, the other young people tentatively stepped forward to join in the conversation.
When they faced Gilan, they put aside their past prejudices and regarded her as someone with whom they could interact on an equal footing, and therefore wanted to build a good relationship with her.
But Gilan showed little interest, offering only perfunctory responses.
Not long after.
Renoan is here too.
Apart from Kordel, the other young people were extremely welcoming. Miss Osara, in particular, blushed upon seeing him and quickly went up to greet him.
"Mr. Renoan "
Osara, though shy, took the initiative to extend her hand.
Renoan paused for a moment, then smiled and took the girl's small hand, lowering his head to lightly touch her knuckles with his lips.
"It's nice to see you again, Miss Osara."
He smiled politely.
Osara seemed very happy and simply stayed by his side.
Renoan didn't seem to care and turned to the crowd, saying:
"Long time no see, everyone. I've been quite busy with my internship at the military headquarters these past few days."
Dadeier seized the opportunity to tease:
" Osara came here specifically to see you."
Renoan was somewhat surprised, then heard Franz praise him:
"We watched your match just now, it was very exciting."
"I'm nowhere near as good as Mr. Gilan."
Renoan shook his head with a wry smile and looked at the young man in the black coat to the side.
"Oh, right." He suddenly remembered something and said to Gilan, "Every year, the champion of the competition, Viscount Loben Fasol, the owner of ' Silver Lizard,' sends out invitations to a private dinner. Mr. Gilan, have you received one?"
Gilan was about to shake her head.
A girl who looked like a waitress appeared outside the door.
With a smile, she bowed respectfully to everyone before striding up to Gilan and presenting her with a dark red, gold-embossed invitation.
"Mr. Gilan, the boss has invited you to a private dinner tonight, specially hosted for you. Many guests will be attending. The time and location are specified in the letter; we hope you can attend on time."
Gilan thought to herself, "Finally, they've arrived."
He accepted the invitation and thanked the young waitress.
The young people present all cast slightly envious glances at him.
Although Viscount Loben's title was not high, he was a very influential figure in the capital, especially since he had good relations with several high-ranking generals in the Imperial Army.
These young noble scions, though of distinguished status, are still far inferior to the older nobles who wield real power and even possess a strong foundation of influence.
The titles and power of their fathers belong to their fathers and are temporarily irrelevant to them.
If they were to encounter Viscount Loben, every single one of them would have to bow their heads respectfully and greet him, not daring to offend him.
The two are not on the same level.
Therefore, receiving an invitation to Loben Robben's private dinner was itself a signal of courting and goodwill. Once integrated into that larger and higher circle, the status and position one could gain would be different.
Gilan didn't care about these complicated details.
He opened the dark red and gold-embossed invitation on his own, glancing at it with his lowered eyes.
Above, besides the congratulatory and praise words personally written by Loben Robben, is the location of the banquet: No. 14, Sahra Street, North Muse, Victory Manor (the former site of Victory Winery ).
The banquet will begin at 8:00 PM (please arrive half an hour in advance).
Finished reading.
Gilan closed the letter, her eyes deep and thoughtful.
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night.
7:25.
Sahra Street, western part of the North Muse.
This is a relatively remote neighborhood, but it has many old villas and manors with histories spanning decades or even centuries, belonging to some old aristocratic families.
Victory Manor, number 14.
It was originally a wine estate, and its " Sahra Wine " was once very popular decades ago. It was one of the most prestigious wines in the capital city of Muse City and was highly favored by the upper class.
However, with the promulgation of the " Prohibition, the winery was shut down and renamed Victory Manor.
Of course, as the second owner of the estate, Loben privately possessed a considerable number of rare " Hela " amulets. These were also impressive and highly effective gifts he could present when interacting with powerful and influential figures in his circle.
Inside the manor, a large villa was brightly lit, with many exquisite high-end carriages and black cars parked in front.
A tall figure dressed in a black overcoat and a black top hat walked slowly along the stone path outside the manor fence.
Gilan paused briefly in front of the manor gate.
He held his hat brim and gazed at the brightly lit villa in the distance.
He silently pulled out the short-barreled revolver from his waist, clicked open the magazine, and checked the ammunition. In the light of the streetlamp, six gleaming yellow bullets lay quietly inside.
However, the surface of these bullets seemed to radiate a dark green coating, exuding a slightly sinister aura.
This is precisely the 9mm round-nosed bullet that Gilan poisoned using the " Foul Pus " he obtained from Windmill Cat.
Gilan expressionlessly reloaded the magazine, holstered his gun, and strode inside.
Not long after he went inside.
Five figures slowly emerged from a small alley around the street corner.
The leader had long, wavy blonde hair, a seductive figure, and wore a half-rabbit mask on her face and fluffy rabbit ears on her head.
It was indeed " Miss Rabbit ".
Standing beside her were four tall men in trench coats.
Each of them wore a wide-brimmed top hat, and the black turtlenecks obscured their faces, making it impossible to see their features. The four of them kept their hands in the pockets of their trench coats and remained silent.
"After Gilan Iros finishes the banquet and leaves the manor, find an opportunity to ambush and kill him on the way."
Miss Rabbit's voice was cold and brooked no refusal.
"Tonight, we absolutely cannot let him leave this neighborhood alive."
"No problem, Miss Rabbit."
A hoarse voice came from under the brim of one of the men in the trench coat's hat.
The rabbit-faced woman nodded.
Although she knew perfectly well that Gilan possessed the skills of a master of both hand-to-hand combat and staff fighting, she still had enough confidence in the four Black Collar Deacons around her.
As a secret executor within the July Baptist Church, the Black Collar Deacon also possesses master-level strength. Moreover, he is not merely a "quasi-master" with physical prowess and fighting skills, but a true master who has mastered secret techniques!
Furthermore, the Black-Collar Deacon has undergone a ritualistic graft within the esoteric sect, granting him a certain amount of mystical power.
With the four of them working together, any master in the capital would perish on the spot.
She temporarily suspended the plans for the other two lines of investigation, and despite pressure from within the church, she forcibly transferred four Black-Collar Deacons, all in order to eliminate that troublesome blond youth tonight.
The opponent has seriously hindered the esoteric sect's plans and must die.
Moreover, by having him die suddenly nearby during this banquet, they could conveniently frame Viscount Loben, thus creating confusion and misleading the public.
" Gilan Iros, ah..."
Beneath Miss Rabbit's half-mask, her bright red lips curled into a smile.