Chapter 217 Meeting in the Salon
On Wednesday afternoon, Angel arrived at the Langdon Mansion in the West District on time and met Sylvia, who was dressed in her best.
Just as she said, she was wearing a new outfit, even the necklace and earrings were different from the last time.
Seeing Angel also changed into a green long dress with lace and leg-of-mutton sleeves, Sylvia said with satisfaction:
"Very good, it seems that the butler has conveyed my words well. If you still wear the same outfit as last time..."
"Yes, yes, you will drive me back."
Angel answered helplessly.
The dress cost her another 15 pounds!
Of course, she had thought about buying a cheaper dress, but considering that she was going to a salon at a noble mansion, she gave up on those clothes that cost one or two pounds or even less. In the end, she bought this set in a daze after the recommendation of the clothing store clerk.
Fortunately, this time Sylvia seemed to have something to say that was inconvenient for the maids to hear, so she drove her personal maids to another carriage, and she and Angel got in one alone.
As soon as they got in the car, Angel asked for reimbursement of the clothing purchase expenses, saying that this was a mission expense and should be paid for by Sylvia.
"What did you say? Reimbursement?"
Sylvia seemed to be hearing this word for the first time, and she didn't show anger or surprise, but confusion.
"This dress is only 20 pounds, right? What? Only 15 pounds?" The Pleasure Witch said with a hint of disdain. "Next time, come to my place and bring back a few clothes. I have some closets that I've never worn... But you're taller than me, and your figure is a bit different..."
She looked Angel up and down with a frown on her face.
"I'm really curious about what you looked like before you became a witch. Your face is so unremarkable, and your height is also a disadvantage. You have a good figure, but that alone is meaningless... Alas, in the end I still have to deal with Viscount Greylint myself."
Seeing that the topic was going off topic, Angel quickly interjected:
"Reimbursement, now we are talking about the issue of reimbursement!"
"After the salon is over, ask my butler for a £100 advance on your return trip. Um, mission expenses, I guess." Sylvia finally compromised, but then she asked back with a sharp tone, "Are you asking Madam Sharon for money for your work? And as a Mid-Sequence Beyonder, why are you so short of money?"
Angel lowered his head guiltily: "I'm not short of money, it's just... my expenses have been a bit high recently."
"Hmph," Sylvia said, clearly unconvinced. "You also rose through the ranks from 'assassin' and 'instigator'. Even if you're worried about attracting the attention of official Beyonders by harming the rich or noble in Backlund, even if you just plundered any gangster, you'd still have a few hundred pounds. Is it really worth worrying about such a small sum?"
This little bit of money, you should give it to me...
Angel complained inwardly.
It wasn't that she really needed the 15, no, 35 pounds. She had several potion recipes on hand and could make a killing as long as she found a seller at a gathering of extraordinary people. But according to Sylvia, she had to change into a new set of clothes every time she went to the salon, and one day she would be in financial crisis.
Fortunately, the Witch of Joy finally agreed to the mission fee of 100 pounds.
With his worries resolved, Angel chatted with Sylvia about Backlund's afternoon tea culture and the reasons why the nobles were so keen on salons. Once again, he was mercilessly mocked by the noblewoman for his lack of knowledge of aristocratic culture.
Did she send her personal maid away just so she could laugh at me without worrying about it?
Angel thought grimly.
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The carriage soon arrived at the residence of Viscount Grallint in Queens. Angel followed Sylvia into the hall as he did last time and found that the people participating in the salon this time were almost the same as before. It seemed that the Viscount had his own fixed social circle.
This was also the current situation of Backlund's social season. Without someone familiar to lead the way, there was no way to enter the upper social circle, and there was no chance of even meeting anyone.
The theme of this salon changed to music. In the center of the hall stood a black piano with a smooth lacquer surface and exquisite decorations. A middle-aged man in a white tuxedo was playing melodious and soothing music. He looked like the novelist and poet at the last literary salon, a professional invited by the Viscount.
The topics discussed by the guests also revolved around music, but they were able to cleverly combine current affairs, hot topics and each other's preferences to guide the topic in the necessary direction, making Angel sigh that he could only do this with the ability of an instigator, and these nobles were probably born instigators.
As usual, Sylvia was immediately courted by the male nobles as she entered the hall. They chatted with each other in the center of the venue like the moon surrounded by stars, but several other guests formed a small circle of their own and did not join in.
Angel looked curiously and found that among the guests was Ms. Lola, whom she had just met yesterday.
The latter had also noticed her, and their eyes quickly exchanged. Angel was worried that this Witch of Joy who claimed to have escaped from the "Witch Sect" would be discovered by Sylvia, so he immediately looked away, preparing to find a corner to rest for a while, and then look for an opportunity to approach that small circle.
It's a pity that the bounty hunter, Hugh Dilcha, did not come to the salon today, which made Angel a little disappointed. She wanted to use Miss Audrey's acquaintance to get closer to the target of the mission, and also take the opportunity to test who commissioned Hugh to find her.
Just as she slipped to a corner of the room and sat down, asking the waiter to bring her a cup of fragrant black tea, the side door of the hall opened and Viscount Glint entered the room with a young woman.
The guests present, including Laura and Sylvia, all looked at the guest next to the Viscount.
She was wearing a high-waisted, lace-embellished white dress. Most of her long, soft golden hair was tied up at the back of her head, and the remaining two strands fell down beside her ears, adding a touch of liveliness. Her emerald green eyes were like the purest gems. She didn't wear any jewelry on her ears or neck, but she made people feel that she was the most beautiful jewelry.
How come there are three "witches of joy" in this small viscount's mansion?
Angel thought subconsciously, but then denied it. This woman, or girl, did not have the temptation of a witch of pleasure mixed in with her beauty. Instead, her beauty was pure, with her facial features and face shape perfectly matched, a breathtaking beauty.
As if sensing Angel's gaze, the woman's eyes swept across everyone present without leaving a trace, and finally stopped on her for a moment.
Did she notice me, or did she just recognize me as a stranger who hadn't been to the salon?
Angel quickly touched his finger and found that the "Frenzy Ring" was still on his finger, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Viscount Glint and the beautiful girl greeted each guest present. Angel noticed that they were communicating in order of rank and importance. The girl seemed to be very familiar with these social behaviors. She saluted and greeted gracefully, skillfully intervened in the conversation, and then quietly withdrew.
In comparison, I'm a bumpkin...
Angel recalled the last time he came to the salon and almost made a fool of himself when greeting the Viscount, and sighed in his heart.
Soon, the Viscount and the girl made contact with almost all the nobles present. He stayed to chat with Sylvia, while the girl looked at Angel again, smiled slightly, and walked towards her.
"Hello, is this Miss Irene?"
She pushed down her skirt, sat on the sofa across from Angel, and greeted him in a sweet voice.
"Yes, you know me?"
Angel was a little curious, she was sure she had never seen this girl before.
"I heard Miss Xiu mention you. She said you were very interested in the occult. I think we might have a lot to talk about."
Hugh mentioned me, and then we will have a lot to talk about?
Angel thought of a possibility, and the next second, it was confirmed by the girl herself.
"It's our first time meeting you. I'm Audrey Hall, and I'd like to invite you to join our 'Mysticism Salon'."
Her target, a girl named Audrey, introduced herself with a smile that melted everything.
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