Bernie walked up to the black-clad squire at the gate of the manor, took out two coins, and the squire bowed to him and handed him two masks.

Bernie turned and handed Agnes a mask.

Agnes took the mask and put it on, and took Bernie's arm and stepped forward on the red welcome carpet beneath her feet.

"The owner here is Bonnard, who is mainly in the smuggling business, and there is a group of cooperative pirates in the Sunia Sea, who are responsible for looting, delivering goods to the port of Bodivia, and then Bonnard sells the stolen goods." Bernie explained to Agnes in a low voice.

"Those are shady things, ordinary people don't have the purchasing power to buy them, but those upper-class people do. So he would hold regular balls. ”

"Hmm...... Although it is called a ball, it is actually a trade fair, where one hand pays and the other hand delivers...... It's both worlds. Bernie's words were a little vague, but Agnes understood him.

She smiled and nodded, and asked with a slight sense of uncertainty, "The threshold is high?" ”

Bernie nodded and said, "Yes, I also got the tickets because of the relationship. ”

The closed doors of the houses in front of me were open, and endless light poured out. Agnes smelled a strange smell, and she looked forward with her nose slightly hidden.

The long corridor leads to the interior, with small lanes on either side, where the sound of coins clashing and singing mingle to form a selfless music.

"This is the busiest place in Bodivia." Bernie's voice rang in Angness's ears.

Agnes smiled mockingly under her mask and replied in a low voice, "Of course, business here looks better than the banks. ”

Her gaze swept over the tables in the rooms on either side, and finally stopped at a table that was a little out of place with the atmosphere here, and the few people at that table did not have the arrogance of gamblers at all, and looked like bank accountants, mechanically shuffling and drawing cards, and wealth was transferred under their hands because of wins and losses.

Agnes looked away at another table in a room not far away, where a woman screamed sharply for the dealer to deal the cards, and the man behind her was entangled with her limbs, and the whole person looked as if it had been torn apart.

Bernie noticed Agnes' gaze and explained in a low voice, "That woman comes every time, she's been here for a long time, and I've heard that she owes a huge amount of gambling money. ”

"Let's go." Agnes' voice was a little cold, and she didn't stop at her feet, and she walked forward with Bernie in her arms.

The two finally walked down the long corridor and entered the real ballroom, where the music lingered in their ears and the men and women on the dance floor writhed and danced. Huge chandeliers hang above the heads of the crowd, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daylight.

"It's still a while before the party starts, but everyone who is going to be in the ballroom is supposed to be there." Bernie whispered to Agnes.

"A song?" Agnes stood still and listened to a piece of music being played, and said with a slight smile, "I think my dancing skills are pretty good." ”

"Of course, it's my pleasure, Ms. Senya." Bernie replied with a smile in his voice.

Agnes took off her cloak, and Bernie took Agneth's gloved hand, saluted, and stepped onto the dance floor with Agneth.

The attendants walked through the crowd with trays of coins and gold, and the goods traded were placed in the trays like drinks, passing through the crowd, and Agnes's gaze swept over the goods, her spiritual instincts telling her that they were just ordinary items.

Agnes showed incredible skill on the dance floor, the hem of her dress spreading out with the spin - after all, she had attended dozens of balls in the months leading up to her departure from Fenerport, though she often pretended that she couldn't even dance a single song intact.

From time to time, her hand on Bernie's shoulder strained and carried Bernie through the crowd on the dance floor.

Her gaze swept over the men and women dancing on the dance floor, guessing each other's identities and making a secret note of the costumes of the suspicious characters in the crowd.

Agnes's gaze swept over a pair of men and women who looked unusual, and she found them interesting. The young man has gray eyes, brown hair, deep facial features, skillful dance steps, and calm manners, showing the appearance of frequenting high places; And the girls dancing with him were flustered and lame—they looked like playboys and ordinary ignorant girls who had been tricked into bad places.

But the details on their bodies tell Agnes that the identities of the two men are exactly the opposite—the girl is the one who was born into high society, and the man is the one who is really disguised as a fake high person.

Although the girl's dancing steps are lame, judging from her subconscious movements of falling and raising her hands, it is obvious that she has undergone special etiquette training, coupled with her delicate long dress, reasonable jewelry, and appropriate makeup, her family conditions are at least at the middle level even in high society. The girl looked a little older than Agnes' real age, but she was definitely not yet an adult, and it stands to reason that at such an age, she would need to be accompanied by older women to come to the prom.

The man seems to be skilled in dancing, but there are some differences between his behavior and clothing and the aesthetic standards of high society, and his gaze is constantly sweeping over the crowd on the dance floor, looking more like he is looking for someone.

I usually come to the prom to find someone...... I'm afraid it's not the detective who came to catch the junior, Agnes laughed secretly in her heart.

Bernie whispered in Agnes' ear, "I think we can get out of here." ”

Agnes smiled and nodded, retracting her gaze. The two of them slowly moved to the side of the dance floor to the sound of the music, Bernie took out a hooded cloak from the cabinet and draped it over his body, and Agnes also retrieved his cloak and put it back on, raised her arm, and put it back on the man's arm.

The two of them continued down the hallway, the hallway in front of them looking unusual, but Angnes' keen sense told her that she was heading down the hallway.

The lights on the corridor gradually dimmed until they were replaced by candles of pale color, marking the edge of the corridor.

There were other footsteps in the shadows, and Agnes knew they were the other extraordinaries attending the fair. In fact, she's walking in the shadows now—for most of the extraordinary, seeing in the shadows is nothing to come by, except for certain sequences.

Agnes raised her hand and pulled her hood forward, and she could already see the room not far away, the people in the room were gathered in a circle, and it was obvious that this was the place of today's extraordinary gathering.

Agnes and Bernie walked into the room, her eyes swept over the room, which was circular in shape, with more than a dozen doors open around it, and behind it was a dark corridor. The room is like the center of a spider's web, and the corridors are like spider silk radiating from the center, leading to different places.

There were already about six or seven people in the room, wearing the masks that came with the manor, all wearing cloaks and hoods.