The Esther is a magic ship designed for long-distance travel, so in addition to the compartments, there are also many facilities for aristocratic entertainment.

While meals are delivered regularly in each cabin, the huge dining room in the cabins on the third floor serves food day and night for passengers to socialise.

Next to the restaurant, there is a small casino, no matter what time of year, it is always full of people.

Weather permitting, there will be an open-air lavish dinner on the plywood in the evening, and the evening will be replaced by a ball, when the warm glow of the magic lamps will be reflected in the blue sea and sky, the wine glasses will sway, the skirts will swing lightly, the warblers will sing, and the drunken gold will be drunk.

The sky is getting dark, and between the sea and the sky, in addition to the starry sky, there is only the Easter, like a gentle country floating in the boundless night.

At this time, Donner, dressed as an aristocratic person, was sitting on one side of the ball, and the wine glass on the table in front of him was picked up and put down by him, and every time he only touched his lips, he never drank a sip.

The seats around the dance floor naturally form six zones, and the reason for these zones is simple, the language spoken by the people in each zone is the same. That is, there are about six common languages in Middle-earth, Donner guessed.

He was a little curious as to what kind of script his mother's letters had been written, and of course he could not have asked them one by one, even in front of Natia. However, Gernada had told him that Cynthia had arranged for him a language teacher at the next port of call for the Easter, who would teach him the language of the heartland of Middle-earth, Caios.

The prom was full of hormones, but Donner was preoccupied. This is not because of the pain of losing his father, since he has set a plan for revenge, he thinks more about how to make the plan go smoothly, and will not let himself be immersed in grief all the time, blind grief will only make people disoriented and meaningless.

His heart came from the training task arranged for him by Gernada, to find a target for the assassination within a month, and to formulate a detailed plan, not only to ensure the success of the assassination, but also not to make people doubt himself.

Although Gernada didn't ask him to actually kill anyone, he couldn't easily think that he was doing a job of finding prey.

For the past three days, he would sit at this ball for a while every day, and naturally there were people who took the initiative to talk to him, including men and women.

For example, at the next table, Viscount Gresham was eyebrow-raising with a bewitched noblewoman.

Gresham, who looked to be less than thirty years old and had the face of a playboy by nature, claimed to be the second son of a certain duke in the continent of Salk, and was ready to spend a year traveling around the continents before marrying his father's chosen marriage partner.

In fact, Donner discovers that he lives in the cheapest low-level cabin, and hooks up with never young and beautiful women, but single ladies. He took the initiative to talk to Donner, most likely just because he found out that the other party came down from the upper reaches of the magic ship every night.

This is a low-level nobleman who wants to catch a rich lady, and it is difficult to say whether he even has a noble status or not. Donner judged.

Looking at his pale face and vain walking, it shouldn't be difficult to kill him, but he is too ostentatious, and once he disappears, someone will find out immediately, which is not a good target.

Donner looked away and looked in the direction of the dance floor.

Miss Theresa's lace-gloved right hand was resting on the shoulder of a young man, gently swaying and turning in circles to the melody of the music, and judging by the distance between the two of them, they were either not satisfied with each other, or they had just met and were not yet acquainted.

Miss Theresa had changed at least twenty of her dance partners in the past three days, and on the first day Donner came to the ball, she took the initiative to say hello to him.

She was vague about where she came from, and without saying a few words, she asked Donner if he was a knight, and when she heard the negative answer, her face showed a clear look of disappointment, and she walked away without a long time.

The young lady was obviously full of romantic chivalric tales, and she must have fantasized about encountering a foreign knight.

This Miss Theresa should be very easy to do, and she has never been in a deep relationship with anyone, even if she kills, no one will find out in a short time, and by the time the waiter who delivers the food every day finds out that she is not in her cabin, all the clues have been broken.

She would be an easy target, and she could even disguise herself as a knight and trick her into secluded places...... No, you can't let people see that you're getting too close to her.

"Have you found the right target?"

Donner hurriedly turned his gaze and looked at the woman in front of him who was talking.

The girl looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, her blonde hair was trimmed very short, revealing a pair of pointed ears that were different from ordinary humans, and her face was as delicate as that of the most brilliant sculptor, and a sculpture made according to all the fantasies of beauty of man, but on such a face there was a playful look, and bright blue eyes stared straight at Donner. 、

"If you haven't found your target yet, see how I'm doing, right?" the girl said, her lips pursed slightly, and there was a hint of naughtiness in the play.

"Target?" Donner asked with a frown, wondering how the other party knew he was looking for a target.

"Aren't you looking for a perfect dance partner?" asked the girl.

"Dance partner? Oh, yes, I'm looking for a dance partner. Donner quickly explained.

"What do you think of me?" the girl continued.

"You're sorry......"

"Vision?" the pretty elf girl pulled a chair and sat down, "I'll tell you, I've seen it, and there's nothing prettier here." ”

"No, I, I can't dance......" Donner was a little embarrassed by the girl's directness.

"You don't have to comfort me. The girl said casually, and waved for the waiter to bring her a glass of wine.

"You are very beautiful. Downer said. It's the truth.

"I know. The girl replied, "Oh, my name is Rickle." ”

"Bruce. "Donner introduces himself, and it's his current name.

"You're a weirdo who sits here for three days in a row, not drinking or dancing. Rick took a sip of her glass, put it back on the table, and stared straight back at it.

"Why haven't I seen you?" asked Donner, a little uncomfortable with the way the girl looked at him like that, or rather a little rude to stare straight at someone like Rickle.

"Of course you can't see me, I've been sitting on the Caesian side. You haven't answered my question yet, why don't you drink and dance?"

"I'm just out for a walk. Donner replied helplessly, and then asked, "Do you know Keos?"

"Hmph, you're deliberately pulling away from the topic, don't think I don't know. You've been sitting here, looking around, and you've not invited me to dance...... I see, you must be planning something nasty. The girl made a look of abrupt realization.

"How could it be, I just ......," Downer explained incoherently, he couldn't say that I was just planning an assassination attempt that I wasn't going to carry out.

"Hmph! You don't have to quibble! I'm going to denounce you, unless you tell me to ...... I'm going to do it with you!" The girl looked into Donner's eyes as if they were glowing.

"Please, I'm bored. Suddenly, the girl looked pitiful again.

Downer: "......"