"I... want a glass of blood-red orchid." He pointed to a cup on the plate. Although he had worked in the hotel for many years, there were many cups on this large plate that he had never seen before. In order not to embarrass himself, he ordered one of the cups that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

What he was familiar with was that this type of wine was quite expensive and he had earned quite a bit of commission from it when he worked in a hotel before. What he was unfamiliar with was that he had never drunk this type of wine before.

A cold, blood-red liquid flowed down his throat, the stimulation of alcohol and a slightly sweet feeling filled his mouth, followed by a slight burning sensation in his chest and stomach, which spread throughout his body like thorns.

It's fresh and exciting, but I don't like it.

Triton savored the taste slowly, then set down his glass and looked toward the dance floor. Living in comfort, these nobles weren't bad-looking, but Triton, with his experience, could still discern the depth of their beauty. Not all girls were like the young woman he'd met that day; even without makeup, they were breathtakingly beautiful.

Most of them need some modification to look beautiful in a specific environment.

I sat there for a while, no one disturbing me, and a strange feeling of comfort slowly rose from the bottom of my heart.

I could sit here and do nothing, drink whatever I wanted, with no waiter to offend me, no annoying maitre d' to urge me on. I could even put my legs up and watch the beautiful women dancing on the dance floor without any scruples.

A completely different kind of joy flowed through his heart. It turned out that happiness was such a simple thing. He savored and enjoyed it carefully.

A woman in a dark blue dance dress approached him. She was about 19 years old and her appearance was about 6.5 out of 10. Triton mentally evaluated her and didn't care at first, but then the woman walked straight up to him, which made him panic.

Is she here to expose me? Has she seen that something is wrong with me? What is she going to do?

"Would you like to dance together?" The girl extended her hand generously, with light pink silk on her fair wrist.

"I..." Triton's heart was beating violently. This was an experience he had never had in his life before. Even when he faced the Earl's butler, he had never been so nervous.

He wanted to stand up gracefully and dance with the lady on the dance floor, but he couldn't.

He couldn't dance and had never danced before. He seemed to have a little sweat on his forehead due to nervousness, but in order not to make the lady wait too long and feel embarrassed, and also not to embarrass himself, he had to answer in a stiff voice.

"I'm sorry, I twisted my ankle recently and can't dance." His voice was a little stiff and unnatural. After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the wine glass in front of him, not daring to look at the girl's disappointed face.

"Oh, what about you?" The girl turned and asked Allen beside her, not taking it to heart.

"Me? Haha, I'm not very good at dancing. If you are willing to teach me, I would like to dance with you." Allen smiled and shook his head.

The girl's eyes lit up and she said, "Sure, I'll teach you."

Triton watched Allen and the girl walk hand in hand into the dance floor. The two danced slowly, with the girl instructing them from the side, and occasional laughter could be heard.

A wave of envy, jealousy, regret, self-contempt and other emotions rose in my heart.

Sigh... He let out a sigh, shook his head, and shook off all the complicated emotions. He drank another glass of blood-red wine, the stinging sensation in it seemed to be more intense than before.

The previous sense of relief is gone.

Sit for a while and then go back.

He stared at the lights in the distance in a daze. Everything in his vision gradually blurred, becoming a series of mottled, moving spots of light, beautiful and distant.

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After spending two days on the boat, the opera troupe's first performance was about to begin, and several girls were discussing the content of the show in the room.

"This is the first show, so it should be simple. After all, none of us have performed on stage before." Lettice sat at the small table in the middle of the room.

"I agree." Several people raised their hands, no one objected.

"Then who should go on stage? Wouldn't it be a bit too many if everyone goes on stage together?" Niya put forward her idea.

"That's for sure. Generally, 3-4 people are enough for a small opera." Lily said the standard within Cangcui.

"I'll go first, and Roland and Vimiya will stay behind to be the final performer." Alena volunteered.

"Then I'll join in too. We can't leave Alena alone." Lily also raised her hand. Among the few people, she and Alena had the best relationship.

"I can do that too." Niya raised her hand, but her voice lacked confidence.

"How about I do the narration?" Bumansha suggested with a smile.

"Can."

Alena accepted everyone who came, so the cast for the first show was decided.

Loran Hill and Vimiya sat in a corner, discussing the music they would use in a low voice.

Although it was just a temporary opera performance, the two did not want to be perfunctory. Since they had promised others, they naturally had to produce something qualified.

"As for Ketti...it's better not to go on stage." Loran Hill looked at Ketti beside him, thought for a moment, and said so.

"Why, Loran?" Katie looked at Loran Hill with some confusion.

"You are still young~" Unable to come up with a reasonable explanation at the moment, Loran Hill said so, and then hugged Katie in his arms.

After being hugged by Loran Hill, Katie felt the warmth from the girl and stopped asking questions. Although there were some things she didn't quite understand, she knew that Loran Hill was doing this for her own good.

“I’m so envious.”

Bumansha on the opposite side watched this scene and spoke in a low voice.

"What are you envious of?" Lettice tilted her head.

"I envy Keti's trust in Luo Lan, and I also envy Luo Lan's care for Keti." Bumansha answered slowly.

"Although Ketti is powerful, she doesn't seem to be very worldly-wise. If we let her go on stage rashly, she might be teased or coveted by others because of her looks. Although she can definitely protect herself, it will inevitably be a not-so-pleasant experience." She explained Loran Hill's concerns.

"Well, then I don't have to worry about it?" The young lady looked at Bumansha and said with a smile.

"You are an experienced young lady. You are already accustomed to various phenomena and have mature methods to deal with them. There is no need to worry."

"Haha, just take it as a compliment. Luckily Ye Ling is sleeping in the room, otherwise she would come and grab Luo Lan's lap pillow with Keti again."

After the few people had discussed it in the room, the first performance of the 'Flower of Dawn' Opera Troupe was about to begin.

The sea at night was vast and boundless, the silvery moonlight shone down like a veil, making the deep blue waters seem even deeper. The huge cruise ship was like a tiny leaf, slowly rising and falling in the sea, sailing along the current towards the distant horizon.