Chapter 598: Secret Peeping
Watching Dwayne Dantès quickly blend in with the elegant guests, mingling with them and occasionally hearing cheerful laughter, Hazel, who was obviously reluctant to leave the story of her sea adventure, stopped and changed direction, silently walking towards the edge of the dance floor where she had been standing.
Two young guests on the road seemed to want to invite her to dance, but they lost their courage when she looked at them coldly.
Lacking rich experience and knowledge, nor powerful extraordinary abilities, and relying solely on the protection of their parents... Hazel silently labeled these people as she listened to the conversation behind her:
"...we killed a murloc together, and the captain invited us to dine on the moonlit deck, eating raw fish cheeks and crispy fried fish fillets."
"...The catacombs in Trier are as big as a city. 'The Empire of Death Ahead' is written on the entrance, and entry is only permitted if you hold a white candle."
"...The Councillor has repeatedly suggested that the Army change the design of Balam's uniforms, using lighter colors and irregular patterns to create a disorienting effect. The current dark uniforms resemble roast beef. This idea stems from a combat experience he had..."
Pursing her lips, Hazel suddenly lost interest in the dance. The negative effects of the magical item she was carrying gradually took hold, making her increasingly depressed. After a moment, the young woman simply put down her glass, walked around the guests who had just started a new round of dancing, and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom on the third floor.
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"Why did Miss Hazel leave in such a hurry? This ball was probably prepared for her by the councillor, right?"
Angel held Vincent's shoulder in a distant manner and danced briskly, but her eyes did not stay on the man in front of her. Instead, she looked at the stairs leading to the upper floor. The figure in a mixture of sky blue and dark green quickly disappeared from her sight.
"This is a social dance, not a birthday party, otherwise Macht would have taken her to the first dance," Vincent, who was wearing a military uniform and thick-framed glasses and looked more like a civilian than a soldier, replied coldly, "Her departure is irrelevant."
Is this the point... Angel's mouth twitched, and he suddenly changed the subject and asked:
"You seem a little distant from me, or maybe afraid of me?"
"Maybe it's just because I'm not really into your type."
The Hunter's Beyonder's response was clearly subconsciously provocative, but Angel was almost immune to it. Instead, he pondered the meaning behind the other person's words:
Did he think I was a male witch and Lola was the opposite, and that was why he was so cold to me? Was it related to his experiences in his youth, such as in Trier?
Angel thought about it and almost stepped on the other person's foot again.
In their brief chat just now, Angel told a few jokes about Trier, and Vincent actually visited Intis in his youth, so he was able to keep up the conversation; Laura kept a faint smile on her face, occasionally glancing at Klein who was hurriedly filling his stomach; Hibbert Hall was clearly on the edge of the conversation, occasionally joining in a few words without expressing any attitude, and only showed some interest when talking about his sister Audrey Hall; Ms. Mary had a certain liking for both Angel and Laura, but she was most interested in Hibbert, who also served on the Air Pollution Investigation Committee.
So when a new piece of music started, the six people split into three teams: Angel and Vincent, Klein and Lola, and Hibbert and Mary. They danced together and slightly "enhanced" their relationship.
After the somewhat boring song, the two of them decisively separated and left the dance floor as if fleeing.
In the rest area in the corner, she saw Klein, who had just politely returned Laura to Vincent.
"Ms. Theresa," he nodded, his deep blue eyes making Angel more certain of who he was imitating. "I find that compared to the overly enthusiastic Ms. Lola, I still prefer your restraint."
I always feel like you're mocking me for being too cold... But Laura, her enthusiasm doesn't mean she has some ulterior motive, right?
Angel frowned slightly and looked at the other end of the long table. Laura and Vincent were sitting on the sofa, seemingly talking about something with serious expressions, as if they were working.
She had originally planned to take a break and eat something, but suddenly changed her mind.
"Well, M. 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 held it in the air.
After a brief moment of surprise, Klein bent down and caught the arm that looked like a jade sculpture.
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Nearing midnight, the repetitive dance party of eating, chatting and dancing slowly came to an end. One by one, the guests left. In the subsequent social activities, Angel successfully exchanged business cards with most of the people he was interested in. At the same time, he also accepted many informal invitations to dances and salons, and asked his butler, Buck, to write them down one by one and wait for the formal invitation.
At the same time, she openly expressed her interest in Dwayne Dantes, laying the foundation for continued contact in the future.
After getting on the luxurious four-wheeled carriage, Angel wiped his face with a wet towel with the help of his maid Elsa, wiping off his light makeup and washing away the smell of alcohol, which slightly relieved his fatigue.
Even if her demigod body could handle a few hours of social dancing, the mental fatigue would be unbearable.
How could those ordinary people endure such long conversations and dances… Angel muttered, leaning back in the soft chair, closing his eyes and reviewing what he had gained tonight:
Councillor Macht, Hibbert Hall, Ms. Mary, and a few lawyers who might have connections with other nobles... the purpose of expanding the social circle has been achieved, and it has attracted enough attention today.
My first encounter with Dwayne Dantès was perfect. Perhaps he'll invite me to his next ball. But today's ball showed how much effort and money goes into hosting such an event... Councilman Macht remembered every guest's name and background, even managing to chat about topics of interest. Is he truly not some Beyonder who has acquired a method for enhancing his memory?
My outfit today doesn't quite match the Loen style, but it's consistent with my recent return from Intis, which is why I've attracted most people's attention. Next time, I can try to dress more conservatively to reflect my reintegration into Backlund... Actually, it's mainly because this is the only custom-made dress I have, and I don't have a choice...
Overall, tonight's mission was over-fulfilled. A bottle of Olmire wine worth £95 wasn't a bad deal... No, it still feels like a bad deal, as this is the only bottle I have in my cellar...
Angel suddenly felt a pang of heartache. She opened her eyes and saw Ribak sitting opposite her still writing and drawing in his notebook, as if summarizing the various invitations after exchanging business cards with other guests tonight.
No, this isn't a heartache over money, it's a reminder of spirituality and the magic mirror, even the secret holy symbol...
Feeling the cold touch of the magic mirror and the secret holy emblem hidden deep inside 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 and confirmed the source of the threat, or the source of the spying.
The other party had obviously performed a counter-divination, but her demigod status allowed her to break through this barrier with a little effort and confirm the other party's general situation.
Silently, Angel leaned back in his chair, slightly tilted away from Elsa beside him, rested one side of his head against the padded inner wall of the car, closed his eyes, as if he was ready to take a short rest because of fatigue.
A faint shadow seemed to flash across the glass window beside her. Neither Riback, who was concentrating on his notebook, nor Elsa, who was covering Angel with a blanket, noticed that the "Miss Christine" in the car had turned into a "stand-in" formed by a mirror.
The real her has entered the mirror world through the glass, and is moving through a complex and abstract network of "spider silk".
Several thinner spider threads were slowly moving away. They were the glass windows of a four-wheeled carriage. The surrounding lines, arranged in regular patterns but varying in thickness, were the mirrors on the buildings on both sides of the street. Further away, as if connected to an infinitely distant network, was the entire Backlund, and even the "highways" leading to other cities and countries.
In Angel's eyes, a winding spider silk was flashing a light different from other channels, like a lit lamp in the dark and illusory spider web.
That was the location of the person who was spying on her that she had determined through divination.
After doing a simple divination with his eyes and confirming that the risk of the action was not great, Angel crossed the passage in a nearly flying posture and looked at the mirror at the end.
It was a small, slightly old room, probably a bedroom, with only a simple single bed, a table, chairs, and a wardrobe. The mirror was probably a half-length mirror on the wardrobe, facing the table.
Sitting at the table was a young woman with jet-black hair casually tied behind her head, revealing her delicate neck. Her long black dress had no decorations, but it revealed her slightly curved back, slender waist and the perfect curve formed by her hips sitting on the chair.
The woman was stroking a small portable mirror. The mirror was shrouded in black fog, and she could barely see a wide street. A carriage was gradually moving away, but it was blurry and difficult to track its direction.
Sure enough, she was using divination to track me, but she was interfered with by the anti-divination, so she could only draw vague conclusions. However, even so, she must have a status close to that of a demigod, otherwise she would not have been able to obtain any useful information at all...
Angel was about to continue "peeking" for a while, but he found that the picture on the other party's magic mirror quickly disappeared, and then a few drops of dark red blood seeped out.
Magic mirror warning... She no longer hesitated, walked through this "window" back to the real world, stepped onto the simple floor, and while the ice cones shot out in all directions, locked onto all nearby mirrors that could be used to cast mirror spells.
The woman with black hair and black dress jumped up instantly as if frightened, and nimbly dodged an ice spike that was stabbing at her. She paused and immediately found that the "mirror substitute" could not be used, and her face turned pale.
Even if you do reverse divination and set up mirrors in different positions before trying to divine the other party, even if you are prepared to be discovered by the other party and have to escape 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 body, but Angel easily countered it, surrounding the black-haired woman one by one and piercing her into a stick that broke into several pieces.
She just appeared from the other corner of the room with her wand substitute, shooting out invisible threads, trying to open the door and walk away, but found that the threads were burned to ashes by wisps of black flames as soon as they left her body.
As for the "disease" ability, it was completely ineffective, as if it had no effect on the enemy.
Her heart sank gradually. The other party was also a witch, and a witch of a higher sequence than her.
That means...
"despair"!
The frost and black flames suddenly disappeared. The black-haired woman lowered her hands and head slightly, then raised it and looked at Angel with a smile that was helpless, weak and stubborn on her face.
"Don't pretend. I have no intention of killing you, at least not yet..."
Angel remained unmoved and quickly directed the invisible threads to bind the other person, outlining the soft curves of her body through the black dress that covered almost all the skin below her neck.
"Long time no see, Triss, Chick."
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