A few days later, at the party carefully prepared and hosted by her second sister, Beilin, the luxurious castle hall was decorated with gold and splendor, and the crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling light.

Various noble ladies and ladies were dressed in long dresses that dragged on the ground, with diamond necklaces and pearl earrings shining brightly next to their fair skin. They moved gracefully, talked to each other, and laughed like silver bells from time to time.

The other male nobles gathered in groups of three or five, holding goblets filled with fine red wine and shaking them gently as they discussed the harvest in their territories, the latest magical research results, and the political secrets circulating in the royal capital.

Occasionally, a few young and energetic male nobles would mention their recent hunting activities, with excitement shining in their eyes. They would gesture the scenes of the prey fleeing and their own heroic hunting, which aroused the admiration of the people around them.

There were also some senior nobles who exchanged glances calmly and discussed the details of business cooperation in whispers, their words full of weighing and calculation of interests.

In truth, Martin hadn't wanted to attend such a banquet. To him, those social occasions where the nobles were polite on the surface but actually engaged in undercurrents of turmoil were boring and exhausting. He would rather think more about how to earn gold coins.

However, the second sister Beilin is eccentric and clever. Beilin is like a lively little fox, always able to come up with various ways to persuade others.

She first pulled Martin's arm pitifully and said coquettishly that if he didn't go, she would have no one to rely on at the party.

Seeing that this trick was not effective enough, he began to brag about how novel and interesting things would be at the banquet, from mysterious magic shows to rare and exotic animals, and he described them vividly.

Martin was so frustrated and frustrated, coupled with his mother's request, he finally had no choice but to compromise and attend the banquet.

At this moment, Martin stood in the corner of the banquet hall, looking at the people around him who were out of tune with him, sighed silently in his heart, and just hoped that this banquet would end quickly.

At this moment, a voice came into Martin's ears, "Hello, are you Martin White?"

Martin turned his head and saw a teenage girl. She was wearing a light blue puffy skirt with delicate patterns embroidered with silver thread on the hem. It swayed gently with her movements, and every movement was so beautiful.

The girl's face was fair and delicate, and her big watery eyes stared at Martin quietly.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of expectation, as if waiting for Martin's answer.

Martin was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to talk to him in such an occasion, and it was such a lovely girl.

He smiled politely, nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I'm Martin White. May I help you, Miss?"

After hearing this, the girl immediately smiled cutely, a little blush slowly appearing on her cheeks. She twisted her fingers nervously and said softly, "I...I saw you were alone in the corner, and I wanted to say hello to you.

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl saluted cutely, and then said crisply: "Hello, I am Reina Carlos, the eighth daughter of Count Carlos!

The two of them started chatting back and forth, and as they talked, Martin discovered that the girl was particularly shy.

So, he would tease her deliberately from time to time, and every time he would make the girl's face turn as red as an apple.

This grand banquet came to a quiet end amid the pleasant and in-depth conversation between the two people.

But even so, they still felt that time passed too quickly, as if there were many topics that had not been discussed yet, and they all had a sense of wanting more.

After the two reluctantly said goodbye to each other, a figure quietly came up to Martin's side.

He looked closely and found that it was his second sister. She had a sly smile on her face and her eyes were fixed on Martin, as if she had discovered some shocking secret. She just stared at Martin.

Martin didn't look at his second sister. He left the banquet without saying hello and went straight to his room, but his pace kept getting faster and faster.