Thursday, July 19th.

In the afternoon, Viscount Gleilynt was in his luxurious villa in Beckland.

Audrey, who followed the maid, followed the etiquette, gave her hand to her master, and watched him kiss him virtually.

"Your beauty fills my salon with brilliance."

Glerint first complimented normally, then lowered his voice, "The lady has arrived, she is both an extraordinary and a writer. ”

"Mr. Black?"

Audrey asked the 'writer' in Glerint's mouth for a moment, and then quickly asked.

"Over there."

Glerint's tone froze, and he pointed to a corner of the living room with some helplessness.

Audrey entered the living room and looked around, quickly locking on to her goal.

Ember in a modest suit was sitting on the couch at the moment flipping through a book, and her excellent eyesight and memory allowed Audrey to determine the name of the book based on what she saw—

Stormstorm Villa.

"Audrey."

Viscount Glerlint had a strange expression, and when he noticed Audrey's gaze, he immediately changed the subject, "This is Lady Falth Wall, the author of Stormstorm Heights. ”

Audrey withdrew her gaze slightly from the embers, and looked up at the lady on the other side who was walking to the long table to get her dessert.

The lady was about twenty-three or fourteen years old, one meter six or five, and she wore a beige dress with a ruffled stand-up collar, her brown hair slightly curled, and her pale blue eyes were turned around by Glerint's introduction, with a somewhat playful smile.

And Audrey quickly analyzed the characteristics of this Miss Forthth.

A writer who likes to smoke has a slight downward psychological advantage in his eyes.

Obviously, she was the one who approached Glerint.

That said, she might have something else to ask for from Gleirint.

Is it money or extraordinary materials?

"Ma'am, this is Miss Audrey whom I mentioned."

"She is the brightest jewel of Beckland," said Gleilint with a touch of reverence, "and her father was the Earl of Hall, a member of the House of Lords who was trusted by the king and respected by the nobles. ”

"Good afternoon, Miss Furth, your Stormstorm Lodge is still at my bedside."

Audrey smiled elegantly and sweetly, and bowed strictly according to the rules of the nobility.

And the lady Folth naturally exchanged a few words with them, and her casual tone revealed a clear sense of superiority.

Soon, the two sides went their separate ways.

After all, in full view, they will not talk about business on such occasions.

And so.

Audrey turned her gaze to Ember again.

"Audrey."

Gleilynt smiled bitterly, he wanted to change the subject, but Audrey still persevered.

"Glerint."

Audrey suddenly asked, "What is your impression of this Mr. Black?" ”

"Impressions?"

Glerint hesitated for a moment, then frowned, "Well, what do you say?" He should be a declining nobleman who has not been in the king for a long time, and the purpose of attending the party is to expand his network, but it also gives people a feeling that no one should enter. ”

"He looks decently dressed, but the last time he went to the party and the Jockey Club he wore it."

"Ten fingers are full of rings, but none of them are precious, and the style is even a little old and, well, weird."

"So what? What's your rating? ”

Audrey then asked.

"Fake nouveau riche."

Gleilint gave a sharp assessment.

It's obviously to expand contacts, but it gives people a feeling that no one wants to enter, and it's obviously trying to get away with it.

But his performance was too clumsy-

The suit, although it looks decent, has obviously been worn many times.

This shows that he can only afford this suit.

Coupled with the old and cheeky ring, it outlines the false image of the other party-

He's trying to disguise himself as a rich and tasteful nouveau riche in an attempt to broaden his network.

But the seemingly dazzling but actually cheap ring and the suit he only had revealed everything.

As a result, almost everyone present saw through everything, so no one wanted to get close to each other.

"Is that so?"

Audrey's eyes flashed with a gleam.

Her thoughts were the opposite of Glerint's—

The style of the other party's suit is the same as the last time she touched it, which she knows better than Glerint as an audience.

But in her opinion, this is precisely the embodiment of the other party's informality.

As for the temperament of the living person who does not enter, it is not a disguise, it is only because the other party is so natural.

As for the 'cheap' ring on the other party's ten fingers, that is the most noteworthy place.

As Gleilint said, most of these rings are not beautiful or even a little old.

For example, the lack of good storage for a long time has caused some rings to be covered with cracks on the surface.

It also makes it look even cheaper.

However, on the other party's left hand, Audrey saw three very familiar rings -

Two of them are shaped like winding snakes, with the body of the snake forming a ring and the head of the snake on top to form a decoration.

The two rings are very similar, except that one is gold and the other is silver.

And the third one, which looks like a leaping cat.

At first glance, it may seem strange, but on closer inspection, these three beautifully carved rings all give people a lifelike feeling.

It's as if those snakes and cats will come to life in the next second.

And the most important thing.

It was Mr. Lover, whom Audrey had once met at the Tarot meeting, and he also wore these rings on his hand.

Rather than saying that these are cheap decorations, Audrey is more inclined to another speculation -

These are magical items with all sorts of magical effects.

"Hello, Mr. Black."

Audrey walked over from the side and took the initiative to greet the man with a sweet smile.

And Glerint, who saw this scene, wanted to cry without tears.

He has already found out that the other party is a fake nouveau riche very rudely, why do you still want to get up.

If someone dies, Earl Hall will kill him!

"Huh?"

As if immersed in a book, Ember couldn't extricate himself, and it took a long time to respond to the girl's greeting, "Hello." ”

"Fake name?"

Audrey immediately made a judgment in her heart.

With the exception of Ash Black and Forthth, she knew everyone here.

So she knew very well that there was no one else named Blake here.

And the only ember named Blake is extremely slow to react, and it is obvious that this is not the other party's destiny, just a pseudonym.

But according to Glerint, Ash Black is a declining aristocrat.

Blake is also the surname of the nobility.

Even the aristocratic surname is fake, does this mean that Ash Black's identity is far more mysterious than that of the nobility?

At the thought of this, the girl's jewel-like eyes became brighter and brighter.