Balcony Confidentiality

A vague idea popped up in Oreius' mind, but it lacked the necessary conditions. He hesitated for a moment, but decided to put it aside for later confirmation.

The applause of the winners rang out from the stands in all directions. When he returned to the locker room and changed his clothes, Ai Bo had already returned to his brother's side. The entire Luo family was jubilant. Even if they didn't take the token seriously, they were still very happy to see their enemy suffer a loss.

The head of the Garcia family had a stiff face, and he gritted his teeth and praised: "He is indeed a young genius, worthy of being the blood of the Luo family."

The red-haired young man gave him a humble smile. He was very happy to receive the gift. He said, "It was Ai Bo's willingness to give in that allowed me to win. Thank you for the gift. I like it very much."

Dan, who loved this, raised his lips and silently gave him a thumbs up. The green-eyed noble was sitting there like a needle in a needle. After a few words, he left early under the teasing eyes of the nobles, making an excuse that he had something to do. The family headed by Garcia also left one after another, and the rest returned to the hall. The subsequent gifts after the ceremony began.

After they left, the atmosphere became better. Ron ordered someone to send the emerald goldfish directly to Oleus' room. After the last noble gave his gift, he personally announced the start of the dance.

The specially hired musicians played beautiful music, the romantic and elegant music reverberated in the hall, and men and women walked into the dance hall hand in hand. The young men of the major families were the first to be selected.

As the protagonist of today's dance, Oleus felt a lot of attention from the side, but before they could act, a silver-haired girl approached first. The silver earrings with hexagonal snowflakes hanging on her white earlobes were the perfect combination of coolness and decadence.

She was wearing a light blue dress and the necklace around her neck sparkled. The Hart family leader was holding a glass of wine and chatting with his allies. He turned around and saw his beloved daughter walking towards the person he had repeatedly emphasized not to get close to. He almost spit out a mouthful of wine.

The ally asked in surprise, "Isn't that Shirleya? Old friend, the Hart family seems to be very optimistic about the newcomer from the Luo family."

"It's nothing more than a conversation between young people. That boy is really handsome. As far as I know, many noble girls like him."

The head of the family tried to fool around, but he was helpless and couldn't bear to get angry with his daughter. He and his wife had been in love for decades, and finally got a baby in his old age. His wife, who was in poor health, regarded her as a treasure. He couldn't even love her, so how could he bear to blame her?

I just hope my daughter has her own boundaries and keeps her interactions within normal limits. He took a sip of wine and looked away covertly, which was also something that many people were paying attention to.

Shelia took the initiative to extend her hand to the red-haired young man and said with a smile: "I am Shelia Hart. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Oreius. Would you like to dance the first dance with me?"

The first dance at the ball was of great significance. Few people could refuse such a beautiful and lovely girl, not to mention that she had a huge family behind her. The neutral forces headed by Hart had long been coveted, and it was even rarer to express their affection so obviously. This was also Shirleya's purpose.

She took the initiative, and the other party would definitely not let her, who had the support of the family, lose face. Even if she would be scolded by her father in the future, it would be worth it as long as she had a relationship with the other party in the eyes of the public. The invitation to the ball can be explained as a girl's nature, and there are many things that can be done in private. The silver-haired girl smiled sweetly, and she was sure of this.

Very confident.

The handsome young man stared at her for a while, his eyes deep and calm. They were a perfect match in both appearance and background. He noticed that the musicians here played long notes on the strings, ready to change to a suitable song when the two of them stepped onto the dance floor.

"Sorry, I have an appointment with someone else to dance the first song."

"It's an honor—"

...Um?

Shirleya's answer was about to come out, but she turned around and lifted her skirt, winking at the other party playfully: "How about being your partner for the second dance?"

This time Aurelius agreed.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he walked towards where the Luo family was. His eyes swept across the faces of the golden-haired nobles who were watching the show, until one of them became increasingly stiff-faced, and watched helplessly as the red-haired young man stopped in front of him and stretched out his hand to him.

"I'm here to keep my appointment."

These words were spoken gently, and both his demeanor and appearance were extremely elegant. Any woman would be moved and fluttered by such an invitation. Even the heartless Black Widow would blush like a young girl and throw herself into the man's masculine embrace.

But as a man who is equally charming and has charmed thousands of boys and girls, Shaken is heartbroken.

Shirleya fell silent, not just her, but everyone in the room was silent. The Hart family's hand holding the wine was shaking slightly, Ron's expression was frozen, and the musicians played a few discordant noises without paying attention. The details that the nobles would usually be very picky about seemed irrelevant at this moment, which was quite in line with the confused mood of the people.

They had never imagined that this legendary dance partner would...

Could it be the youngest son of Patriarch Luo?

Shaken was almost pierced by the gaze, he slowly put down the glass, keeping an impeccable smile, he wanted to take off the head of the man in front of him and pour out all the water inside.

Wake up, Oreius! There are so many young ladies here, why did you ask me to dance the first dance?

Roaring is roaring, but rejecting the other party at this time would make people laugh. Shaken took a deep breath and put his hand on the other party's palm. The two walked into the dance hall. The red-haired young man was performing the male steps during this period, so it was natural that the famous socialite of the Luo family, Master Shaken Luo, danced the female steps.

Among the dancing crowd, two slender and handsome young men danced in perfect harmony. But Shaken was devastated.

Thinking that his entire life's wisdom was destroyed today, Shaken's lips trembled as he exchanged positions, and his whisper was filled with visible despair.

"Have I offended you in any way? Tell me, can I change my career?"

If he had just helped to dance, it would not be a big deal. But from then on, the whole city of Partington would refer to him as the man who danced the female steps at the ball. Thinking of this, the blond nobleman wanted to jump off the building to prove his innocence.

The other person had a calm expression and whispered, "I can't help it. Who made me not know any women?"

The seven-day course was not in vain, and Orelius had already made friends with all the nobles in the city. Although Shelia's behavior was sweet and tempting, he did not ignore the ambition hidden in the girl's eyes.

He doesn't mind establishing cooperation with the other party, but he doesn't like being calculated. Following the other party's footsteps will only make him weak, and it is difficult to find a suitable female shield on the scene.

She has to be of high status, able to compete with Shirleya, and have a close relationship with him, so she has to have a good excuse. Except for the gender issue, isn't this the right excuse?

Faced with Orelius's righteousness, Shaken, who had been deceived, felt dizzy before his eyes.

Gender is the biggest problem! If he had known this, he would have prepared a partner for Oreius for the first dance!

No one knew the bitterness in his heart. He glanced at the crowd and even saw Dan sitting up straight. He got a video crystal from somewhere and pointed it at the two of them, with a look of schadenfreude on his face.

A good brother is there to intervene when his younger brother is in trouble, pouring strong liquor on his wounds. When the dance ended and the two parties saluted each other, the soul of the blond noble seemed to have flown away from his body.

This is all for the family. This is all for the family. This is all for the family... You bastard, are you filming and recording Lingshi for the family too?!

Perhaps because he was too shocked, he calmed down. He praised Aurelius's dance without revealing any flaws, and nodded to the people around him with a smile. There was no sign of being forced.

After Shaken was finished, he immediately walked straight towards Dan. His steps were the same as usual, but they revealed a strong murderous aura. The latter saw that the situation was not good and quickly disappeared into the crowd. The blond noble followed closely behind him, determined to destroy the evidence and his brother who did not save him.

Sorry, Shaken, you are sacrificing yourself for your family, so go with peace of mind.

The young man silently crossed himself and turned around to dance the second dance with Shirleya. This was undoubtedly a smart girl. Noticing the young man's displeasure, she immediately adjusted her attitude and turned the test into a friendly interaction, trying to leave a good impression on the other party.

After the second dance, the silver-haired girl exchanged a few words with him before leaving. Oleus admired her decisive attitude.

He danced with the remaining few people one after another, found an excuse to leave before more people surrounded him, and hid on the balcony to rest.

The family garden can be seen from the balcony in the cool breeze at night. The hanging light bulbs used as lighting are soft and look like moons floating in the water. The night-blooming stamens in autumn spread their violet petals and emit a fresh and elegant fragrance. With professional gardeners taking care of them, there is no shortage of beautiful flowers all year round.

Layers of silk curtains hung down behind, blocking most of the balcony view. Standing here, even the music in the hall seemed a little blurry, forming an extremely quiet little space.

The red-haired young man looked towards the garden and said calmly: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course, I look at the situation of my guests. You are the anchor between the Land of Stars and this land. Although I don't care whether others will come back or not, you are still very important to my business."

A black hole appeared silently on the floor, and the respondent stepped out from it. His pale mask looked like a ghost in the moonlight. Oreius sneered, obviously looking down on the other party's answer.

"Don't get me wrong. I just think that Canaan is the first one to come back. You are lucky. After all, you are the first one to be polluted, the betrayer, and the source of corruption—"

The other party shrugged, and the long tone he deliberately dragged out was full of emotion: "However, I think the Glorious Knights have indeed cultivated a good brother and a good successor. It would be exciting if others knew that you were not the first person to be contaminated."

Before the black-robed merchant finished speaking, a cold light flashed across his pupils. The long sword was half an inch out of its sheath, reflecting the bright moonlight. The sticky murderous aura squeezed the air heavily, like a bloody knife cutting through the bones of the listener. Oleus had a sinister expression and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Shut up."

"Well, since you took the initiative to take the blame for others, I won't say anything. Anyway, I wasn't the one who broke with Canaan."

"Speak less, no one will treat you as a dead person."

"Haha, you really like to joke. I am just a dead person."

"I don't care what you want to do, who you work for, or what you are planning, profiteer. I just want you to be quiet and not ruin my plans."

Their relationship was by no means good, but there was no need for conflict. Red paint flowed, and smiles appeared on their faces.

"Of course. Remember, you are not the only one who saw the glory days. I saw the triumphant paladins march through the streets, greeted by smiling maidens with wreaths and fruit. Dragons flew across the storms of the deep sea, and loyal knights overcame numerous dangers to seek recognition, hoping to gain the honor of riding a dragon. Mermaids sat on the rocks and sang, attracting passing sailors. Sirens stirred up storms, and only the most powerful monsters could swim across the oceans of that time."

"Oh, don't forget those little greenskins. They are always the biggest enemy of merchants. Every merchant must be careful with his wallet. Whenever the moonlight shines on the forest, elves will ride pure white unicorns in the woods. Adventurers appear in various monster forests and mysterious places. The priests of the Twelve Orthodox Church open the door of the church every morning to welcome devout believers who come to be baptized and donate. Dirty maps and swords and shields are hung in the tavern. Drunkards talk and laugh loudly, raising their glasses to celebrate the passing of another day..."

It was the best of times, when different races prospered and the continent was vast. He had walked to the mountains and the sea, seen the most magnificent scenery, and sold countless rare treasures. Kings and poor people could buy what they needed from merchants, and the gold coins that passed through their pockets were more than the snowflakes on the mountains.

Anyone who has lived through that era will never forget such a beautiful view. The wind blew across the vast wilderness, and brave adventurers climbed up the cliffs and looked up to see huge griffons flying through the clouds, their wings looming in the clouds.

Half-elves set up stalls on the street, selling steaming food. Clumsy goblins followed their masters, carrying their luggage in a panic. Merchants argued fiercely over a few copper coins, and an angry orc slammed the table. The dwarf opposite him was not even as tall as his waist, but he dared to roll up his sleeves.

Oreius listened in silence, as if he was also thinking of the past. The black-robed merchant's voice became lowered, soft, gentle, and seductive.

"So you will help me, right, Oreius? I can provide you with financial support, and you will be the guarantee for my Chamber of Commerce to enter Partington. We have a closer connection than anyone else."

"I guess you would say the same thing to Canaan."

The red-haired young man replied coldly, but did not reject the suggestion. Yes, this is good for both of them. The two guests from the land of stars lowered their eyes and glanced behind them at the same time. The curtains did not move at all, and everything was almost abnormally quiet.

In his previous life, Mason, who had watched many Western movies, had a different concept. He always believed that the balcony should be a forbidden place for confidential talks. Haven't you seen so many people whose secrets were exposed because their conversations on the balcony were eavesdropped? If it were him, he would never do that.

But if the intention is to pass on the message, it is fine. The eavesdropper often believes it firmly and can show his harmlessness and friendliness from the side.

The two vests were hypocritically exchanging secrets, while the actors behind them were feeling relaxed and thinking that the balcony was a really great place.