Is this really an apartment? Draenor was embarrassed at the thought of his small house, barely large enough for four people, and followed the maid through the long hallway to the two closed doors.

"Knock-"

"Miss Valentina, I have a guest to see you."

"Wait a minute......"

A sweet voice came from inside the door, and the maid smiled knowingly and let go of the doorknob. I heard the crunch of glass bottles colliding on the other side of the door, and less than two minutes later, the voice came again.

"Please come in."

The maid turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The plush carpet spreads beneath your feet, the dressing table with a long mirror takes up almost a quarter of the bedroom, and the rest is a wardrobe full of gorgeous costumes. Draenor remembered what Cooper had said earlier, each house had its own purpose, and it seemed that this was Geralia's private dressing room.

Sitting on the edge of the dresser was the same bard she had seen in the hotel earlier, dressed in a comfortable but beautiful nightdress, placing the puff in her hand on the table, and turning to say hello to the two at the door.

"I'm sorry, I was busy taking care of my makeup...... Mr. Cooper, you're finally here, move a chair and sit on it. ”

Visitors are greeted in private, and heavy makeup is required...... Draenor forced a smile as he looked at the face that was not the color of his neck. Geralya's facial features are very three-dimensional, and her emerald green eyes shine with a gentle brilliance like jewels, and it can be seen that even if she is not carefully dressed, it is enough to charm a large number of men.

Cooper brought two chairs from the door, and Draenor sat down with him.

"This is what you call Mr. Delaenor, right? Where have we met? ”

"Hydrangea Hotel, you're on stage, I'm sitting at the table." Draenor politely replied that she must not have noticed herself at the time, after all, the lights were shining on the stage from the moment she appeared, and it was difficult not to be blinded.

"Ah, look at my memory, there were indeed a lot of viewers at that time, but I should also have noticed the 'rich man from a foreign land'."

For some reason, Draenor always felt that there was a hint of sarcasm in this sentence, and if she was really a so-called rich man, there was no need to rush here early in the morning to visit Geralya, she should know this herself.

"Kind words aside," Draenor's expression grew serious, he got up and closed the door, and sat back in his chair to look at Geraya, "Tell me about the situation." ”

In fact, he didn't know what he was doing here, and he definitely didn't want to get up close and personal with Nagseus's most famous poetess on a whim, but as a layman, he tended to pay more attention to the other side - to get the money first.

"It seems that Mr. Cooper has not been detailed enough......"

Geraya tread the blanket with her white jade toes and swayed from side to side with the swivel seat, "Mikhail, as a native of Lykos, he has no surname, he used to be the head of the Royal Order of Nagyseus, and after retirement, he relied on his endless wealth to make a mess of flowers, but he still showed his noble knighthood to the outside world. ”

Draenor didn't know what to say, so he waited for the other man to continue.

"But it's such a scum who became my father......"

In silence, Draenor patiently watched Geralya's every move, and every subtle movement seemed a little contemptuous and charming, making him a little suspicious of the other party's true profession for a while.

Gelaya seemed to notice the strange gaze, and she looked left and right in the mirror for a moment, then turned her head and continued, "It doesn't look like much, does it...... I'm not exactly a Lickos to be exact, and most of my physical traits are inherited from my mother. She is a celestial spirit clan, and when she was young, she was also a celebrity who captivated the country and the city, and I really don't know how she fell in love with that bad old man. ”

"......" Draenor closed his eyes, clearly impatient with the usual words.

"The bad old man disappeared shortly after my mother gave birth to me, or he was actually always there for me, but he was hiding and not daring to show his face, and she didn't tell me the truth until my mother died." Gelaya lay on the dresser, staring blankly at the poured makeup.

"I was only twelve years old at the time, and Mikhail did not even attend her funeral, but with a wave of his hand he took all his mother's inheritance, and for the next fifteen years I had to wander from city to city in Nagseus, until now I am a fairly well-known public figure."

Geralya's brow furrowed suddenly, and she pushed away the makeup in front of her, and the sticky lip gloss flowed down the table, dyeing the white plush blanket red.

"But in the days of my suffering, Mikhail enjoyed his life as if nothing had happened. I swore I would see him pay for what he did! ”

“…… So why should I interfere in your family affairs? Draenor couldn't help but ask, all of this obviously had nothing to do with him.

"Quite simply, you need money, and I need reliable people." Geraya leaned back in her chair and looked at the two in front of her, "You're the best candidate. Mr. Cooper knows my biological father better than I do, and you have done similar work in the past, so you should have a lot of experience in this area. ”

Draenor's eyes widened, and he looked back at Cooper, who was sitting on the side, unexpectedly telling this strange woman everything about his past without consent.

"Wait a minute! I did fight, but there is a difference between a warrior and a mercenary, and I don't kill for money! He hurriedly explained to Gelaya that even if Nagseus was on the streets, he would never break his moral boundaries.

"Poof...... Hahahaha......" Geraya couldn't help but laugh, and said with her slender fingers half-covering her cherry mouth, "I didn't let you kill anyone, anyway, that's my biological father." You don't need to dance with a knife or sword, you just need this gadget. ”

With that, Geraya opened the drawer, took out a slender metal box, and got up and handed it to Draenor.

"What is this?" Draenor was playing with the strange thing, which looked like some kind of metal utensil.

"The photo box is a kind of dwarf invention, you can record the picture within two minutes by turning the gear at the back end, and you can restore the recorded image by taking out its copper wire and putting it on another tool, I have tried it, and it is very easy to use." Geraya said with a smile.

Draenor felt a hint of gloom from that smile, and he understood that such a tool could only be used to record any evidence.

"Mr. Cooper will tell you exactly how to use it, take this letter and don't let anyone else notice. It's on Violet Avenue in the heart of the city, get there by nine o'clock tonight, and open the envelope after that. Gelaya looked a little more serious, and then turned back to the dresser.

"What's in it for me?"

"As long as you can record that image and bring it to me, the reward will not be less." Geraya said.

Draenor turned his face sideways to see Cooper nodding firmly, and after a moment of hesitation, he slipped the strange metal box and envelope into his inner pocket.

"So, you're just trying to find some kind of evidence to threaten him so that he can pay back his unfulfilled obligations as a father, don't you?" Still skeptical of all this, Draenor cleared his mind and succinctly summarized Geralya's purpose.

"That's right, that's all...... I've got a show at 10 o'clock tonight, and if things go well, come here tomorrow at about 3 p.m. to see me off, Vivien, and send you off! ”

With that, Geraya sat down in front of the mirror and dressed up. The maid cautiously pushed open the door and led the two out of the room.