"Old man, are you sure?" Leonard pretended to brush aside his hanging hair and muttered under his breath.
"There's no mistake. That girl is one of your 'kind,' and the one parasitizing her hasn't concealed himself very well... I just don't know whether it's some wild Marauder Demigod lacking 'common sense,' or whether Amon is deliberately 'fishing.'" Pallez Zoroast's aged voice sounded by his ear.
Leonard snorted disdainfully and muttered, "If it really were Amon, would you be taking the initiative to talk to me now?"
"Not bad. You've finally grown up. Your analysis this time was quite good." Rather than getting angry, Pallez chuckled and praised him. "You're finally willing to use your brain to think!"
The corners of Leonard's mouth twitched. He always felt the old man was taking a jab at him.
"Find a way to get closer to her. I need to confirm something," Pallez suggested.
"How am I supposed to get close? What excuse should I use?" Leonard asked instinctively.
"There's a ball being held here..." Pallez rather helplessly pointed out the surroundings.
Leonard froze for a second. Then he glanced at Abner Brain, who had just danced the opening dance with a courtesan on the dance floor, and finally understood. He adjusted his collar and hair before walking straight toward Miss Emma by the dining table.
Yes, because he had privately investigated Viscount Abner Brain, Leonard had seen this young lady's file and recognized her.
But halfway there, he found it slightly strange. Such a beautiful young lady had no one coming over to invite her to dance.
"Miss Emma, may I have the honor of a dance?" Leonard asked after striking what he considered a very handsome pose.
Emma looked him over a few times, then turned her head and said bluntly:
"I