Watching Daun Dantès quickly blend in with the elegant and generous guests, mingling with them, and from time to time there was a light laughter, Hazel, who was obviously a little reluctant to tell the story of the sea adventure, stopped, changed directions, and silently walked towards the edge of the dance floor where he had been standing.

Two young guests on the road seemed to want to invite her to dance, but they lost their courage under her cold gaze.

Neither rich experience and insight, nor strong extraordinary ability, but only relying on the shadow of their parents...... Hazel silently labeled these people and listened to the sound of conversation behind her:

“…… Together, we killed a fish-man, and the captain invited us to dine on the moonlit deck, with raw fish cheeks and crispy fish steaks. ”

“…… The catacombs of Trier are the size of a city, with 'Empire of Death ahead' written on the door, and must be held with a white candle in hand before being allowed to enter. ”

“…… His Excellency has repeatedly said that he would advise the Army to change the design of the uniform of the Byron Army, using light colors, irregular patterns with a confusing effect, and the current dark uniform resembles roast beef, which stems from one of his combat experiences......"

Pursing her lips, Hazel suddenly lost interest in the ball, and the negative effects of the magical items she was carrying gradually appeared, which made her feel more and more depressed. After a few moments, the young girl simply put down her glass, bypassed the guests who had started a new round of dance, and walked up the stairs with a slight hurried step, towards the bedroom on the third floor.

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"Why did Miss Hazel leave in a hurry, this ball must have been prepared for her by His Excellency the Councillor?"

Holding Vincent's shoulders detachedly and stepping on the brisk dance steps, Angel's eyes did not stop at the man in front of her, but looked at the staircase leading to the upper floor, and the sky blue and dark green back quickly disappeared from her sight.

"It's a social ball, not a birthday ball, or Makht would have taken her to the first tune," replied Vincent, who was dressed in a military uniform and wore thick-rimmed glasses, more civilian than military, "and her departure didn't matter." ”

Is this the point...... The corners of Angel's mouth twitched, and suddenly the words changed, and asked:

"Do you seem a little distant from me, or are you scared?"

"Maybe it's just because I don't really like your type."

The answer of the "hunter" path was obviously a knee-jerk provocation, but Angel was almost immune to it, and instead thought about the meaning of the other party's words:

Does he think I'm a male witch and Lola is the opposite, so he's too cold to me? Does it have anything to do with his experiences when he was younger, like in Trier?

Angel thought about it, and almost stepped on the other person's foot again.

In the brief small talk just now, Angel told a few Trier jokes, and Vincent had actually been to Intis when he was younger, and he could pick up the conversation; Lola always kept a faint smile and looked at Klein who was hurriedly filling her stomach from time to time; Hibbert Hall was visibly on the edge of the conversation, occasionally slapping up a few sentences, not expressing any attitude, only when he talked about his sister Audrey Hall; Ms. Mary has a certain affection for both Angel and Lola, but she is most interested in Hibbert, who also serves on the Air Pollution Investigation Commission.

So when a new piece of music plays, the six of them split into three groups: Angel and Vincent, Crane and Lola, and Hibbert and Mary, and dance together to "strengthen" their relationship a little.

After a slightly boring song, the two decisively parted and left the dance floor as if fleeing.

In the corner resting place, she saw Crane, who had just politely returned Lola to Vincent's side.

"Miss Teresa," he nodded, his blue eyes deepened, and Angel became more and more sure of who the "model" he was imitating was, "I find that I am more inclined to your restraint than the overly enthusiastic Lady Lola. ”

I always feel like you're mocking me for being too cold...... But Lola, her enthusiasm can't be a plot, right?

Angel frowned slightly, looking at the other end of the long table, Lola and Vincent were sitting on the sofa, as if they were talking about something, their faces were serious, as if they were working.

She had planned to take a break when her thoughts about eating suddenly changed.

"So, Mr. Dantès, will you give me a chance to change your mind?"

As he spoke, Angel took the initiative to stretch out his left hand and hang it in the air.

After a brief moment of surprise, Crane bent down and caught the jade-like arm.

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Near midnight, the repeated dance party slowly came to an end, one by one the guests said goodbye one after another, Angel in the follow-up social session, successfully exchanged business cards with most of the interested targets, and also received a lot of informal dance parties, salon invitations, let the housekeeper Buck write them down one by one, waiting for the official invitation.

At the same time, she unabashedly expressed her interest in Dawn Dantès, laying the foundation for further contact in the future.

Boarding the luxurious four-wheeled carriage, Angel wiped her face with a wet towel with the help of the maid Elsa, wiping off her light makeup and the smell of alcohol, so that her fatigue could be relieved a little.

A few hours of social balls, even if her demigod body can withstand it, the mental fatigue is unacceptable.

How do those ordinary people endure long conversations and dancing...... Angel muttered, leaning back in the soft chair, closing her eyes and reviewing the night's harvest:

Councillor Mahert, Hibbert Hall, Lady Mary, and several lawyers who may have ties to other nobles...... The purpose of expanding the social circle has been achieved, and it has attracted enough attention today.

The first contact with Dawn Dantès was perfect, and maybe he will call me at the next ball. But today's ball shows how much effort and money it takes to hold an event like this...... With the names and origins of each guest, and even a few words of interest, Congressman Macht really wasn't some kind of extraordinary person who could strengthen his memory?

Today's outfit doesn't match Rune's style, but it matches who I was when I just returned from Intis, so it caught most people's attention, so I can try to dress conservatively next time to reflect my reintegration into Beckland...... In fact, the main thing is that there is only this set of customized dresses for the time being, and I can't choose it......

Overall, tonight's mission was overdone, and a bottle of Ormere wine worth £95 was not a loss...... No, I still feel a loss, I only have such a bottle in the cellar......

Angel felt a sudden pang of heartache, and she opened her eyes to see Ribback, who was sitting across from her, still writing and drawing in her notebook, as if summing up the various invitations to exchange business cards with the other guests tonight.

No, it's not a heartache for money, it's a reminder of spirituality and the magic mirror, even the secret emblem......

Feeling the cold touch of the magic mirror and the hidden emblem hidden deep in her clothes, Angel suddenly became alert, one of her purple eyes became illusory, and countless lights and shadows seemed to flash inside.

At this moment, she had performed a simple divination, confirming the source of the threat, or peeping.

The other party obviously performed anti-divination, but the demigod personality allowed her to break through this barrier with a little effort and confirm the general situation of the other party.

Silently, Angel leaned back in her seat, leaning slightly, away from Aisha beside her, her head resting on the inner wall of the upholstered compartment, closing her eyes, as if she was tired and ready to take a short rest.

A faint shadow seemed to flash through the glass window next to her, and Riebuck, who was focusing on the notebook, and Elsa, who was putting a blanket on Angel, did not notice that the "Miss Christine" in the carriage had become a "stand-in" formed by mirrors.

The real her, through the glass as an entrance, has entered the world of the mirror, shuttling through the complex and abstract network of "spider silk".

A few thinner spider silks are slowly disappearing, the glass windows of the four-wheeled carriages, the regular but different thickness rows around the mirrors of the buildings on both sides of the street, and farther away, as if connected to infinity The network is the "highway" to the whole of Beckland, and even to other cities and countries.

In Angel's eyes, a sinuous spider silk was shining with a light different from the other passages, like a light in the dark, illusory cobweb.

That's what she divined, the location of the person who spied on her.

After doing a simple divination with his eyes and confirming that the risk of action was not great, Angel walked through the passage in an almost flying posture and looked at the mirror at the end.

It was a small, slightly old room, supposed to be a bedroom, with only a simple single bed and a table, chairs, and a wardrobe, and the mirror was probably a bust on the wardrobe, facing the table at this time.

At the table sat a young woman, her hair as black as ink, haphazardly pulled back to reveal her delicate neck, her long black dress without any ornamentation, but able to show off her slightly curved back, slender waist and hips sitting in a chair to form a perfect curve.

The woman was stroking a small body mirror, shrouded in black fog so that she could barely see the wide street, and a horse-drawn carriage was fading away, but it was blurry and difficult to trace.

Sure enough, she was using divination to follow me, but she was distracted by anti-divination and could only draw vague conclusions, but even so, she should have a personality close to a demigod, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten any useful information at all......

Angel was about to continue to "peep" for a while, but found that the picture on the other party's magic mirror quickly disappeared, and then a few drops of dark red blood oozed out.

Magic Mirror Warning ...... Without hesitation, she stepped through the "window" back into the real world, stepping onto the rudimentary floor, locking on any nearby mirror that could be used to cast mirror spells as the ice spun out.

The black-haired woman in the black dress jumped up instantly as if frightened, flexibly dodged an ice spike that pierced her, and her body was stunned, and she immediately found that the "mirror stand-in" could not be used, and her face became pale.

Even if you do anti-divination and set up mirrors in different positions, you try to divinate the other party, even if you are ready to be discovered by the other party, you can only be prepared to run away in a hurry.

She didn't expect to be found so soon, and she didn't even have time to escape.

Boom –

The same frost exploded from her, but Angel easily countered it, surrounding the black-haired woman one by one, and piercing her into several broken sticks.

Behind the wand stand-in, she emerged from the other corner of the room, shooting out invisible silk threads, trying to open the door and walk away, only to find that the silk threads had just left her body and were burned by a pinch of black flames.

As for the "disease" ability, it is even more difficult to sink into the sea, as if it has no effect on the enemy.

Her heart gradually sank, the other party was also a witch, and it was a witch who was higher than her sequence.

That means......

"Hopeless"!

The frost and black flames disappeared abruptly, and the black-haired woman's hands drooped and her head lowered slightly, and then she raised and looked at Angel with a helpless, weak, and stubborn smile on her face.

"You don't have to pretend, I have no intention of killing you, at least not ......for the time being"

Unmoved, Angel quickly commanded the invisible threads to bind the other party, outlining the soft curves of her body in her black dress, which covered almost all the skin below her neck.

"Long time no see, Triss, Cheek."

(End of chapter)