Mrs. Willis glanced at Dwayne Dantes's face and smiled without any concern:

"Your past, your experiences in Disi Bay and the Southern Continent, are more exciting than any novel I've ever read, and they make me want to have the same experience."

Of course, this is based on a true story, thanks to Anderson Hood, a hunter who was always running around... Klein cast his eyes on the cream cake and laughed softly:

"Because I only told you the interesting parts. There are many things in this that I don't want to recall."

He simply ordered and started to enjoy the dessert, but when Mrs. Willis and other ladies heard these words, they inexplicably remembered the name of a best-selling novel: "A Man with a Story". In their eyes, Dwayne Dantes was like this, like a clear lake on the surface, but in fact, you can't see the bottom, hiding many surprises, but also buried a lot of pain.

At 9:40, the dinner was over. Some gentlemen and ladies went to the card room to play Texas Hold'em for two hours. The remaining men went to the living room to chat for a while. This did not exclude ladies from joining in, but because there were many smokers and there would inevitably be some sexy topics, no ladies participated. They either went downstairs and gathered around the piano, listening to the active performers playing and singing softly, or they went in groups of two or three to play chess for fun.

Klein chose to go to the living room on the second floor. The private chat with fewer people would help him be accepted by this circle as soon as possible.

After entering the room, he observed the environment, went straight to the window, opened it, and then pulled a high-back chair nearby and sat down.

As soon as Klein finished this series of actions, he saw the host of tonight's dinner, Portland Momont, holding a pipe and laughing:

"Men always need a little space of their own."

He was an old man with a loud voice, tall stature, and ruddy face, about sixty years old. His hair was still thick, but it was completely white. His facial features were very typical of an ordinary person in Loen, with no special features.

"Yes, when ladies are around, we have to take care of our image and consider their feelings. I wanted to kiss it an hour ago." Hazel's father, Congressman Macht, took out an ornate silver metal box and rolled out a cigarette from it.

The same thing happened to other men who came into the living room, and as if by magic they had pipes or cigarettes in their hands.

As the fire flickered, wisps of smoke curled out, making the room feel as if yesterday's smog had not yet dissipated.

After closing his eyes and enjoying the moment for a few seconds, Portland Momont turned his head to look at the guest by the window and said:

"Dawn, don't you smoke?"

Klein clenched his fist, put it against his mouth, and coughed twice.

"I haven't recovered yet. The doctor told me not to smoke recently."

To be honest, he was about to choke, luckily he had cleverly chosen a seat next to the window.

These smokers... Klein bent his right index finger and rubbed it in front of his nostrils.

He really wanted to use his extraordinary ability as a "magician" to create invisible air tubes that would extend outwards to bring in fresh air and get rid of the harmful effects of secondhand smoke. However, considering that there might be extraordinary people hidden among the men present, he rationally gave up this idea.

Upon hearing this, Portland Momont laughed and said:

"I heard from Bishop Elektra that there's a reason why you're sick, Dawn. You're in need of a wife!"

The full professor himself was a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery", but his wife believed in the "Goddess of the Night", so they settled down on Böklund Street near St. Samuel's Church, and bishops often came to visit and communicate with them.

Are you teasing me for thinking about women even though I'm sick? I really can't believe that Bishop Elektra is a man who likes to spread rumors... It's all the fault of "Magic Mirror" Arrodes! Klein muttered a few words in his mind, shook his head and laughed:

"I respect marriage very much. If I don't have the right partner, I'd rather be single."

At this time, Mr. Willis, a senior employee of Backlund City Hall, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"Actually, I envy Dawn's current single status, which means I can pursue any type of lady."

He deliberately put an emphasis on the word "any type", causing everyone in the living room to laugh ambiguously.

Has the news that Dwayne Dantès has a wide range of interests and is not resistant to any type of attractive women spread throughout this neighborhood? Klein controlled his right hand and did not subconsciously rub his forehead. He only felt that his image as a new rich man with depth, temperament, appearance, and conversation had changed subtly.

He first suspected that it was Bishop Elektra, the big mouth, who spread the news, and then he felt that it was his butler Walter who took the initiative to let the servants spread it.

Because a man with few flaws and great charm will always be unconsciously rejected by other men in the circle, but when he has flaws and becomes a topic of ridicule, it is easy for people to feel close to him.

Klein did not get angry at this somewhat risqué teasing. Instead, he smiled wryly and said gracefully:

"That's why it's so difficult to make a choice and I'm still single."

"Haha." Portland Momont and others laughed at the same time.

Senator Macht then said:

"What you need is the ability to make decisions. A good marriage and a good family are of great help to men."

He stopped joking and gave a serious advice.

It seems that no matter which world you are in, you can't escape the fate of being urged to get married... Klein nodded slightly and glanced casually at the window to appreciate the night view of Portland Momont's garden.

At this time, he saw a figure. Hazel Macht, wearing a dark green dress, was walking along the path alone into the depths of the garden. She paused from time to time and looked around, as if she was looking for something.

Wasn't this lady playing the piano just now? Why did she suddenly go to the garden? When Klein looked away, Hazel's back was already hidden by a bunch of flowers.

When guests attend dinner or dance, it is not impolite to leave the hall and enter the garden, because strolling under the moon and feeling the night breeze with the scent of flowers is a very elegant thing to do. However, this often also means a tryst.

Who is Hazel having a tryst with? No, it doesn't seem like it. None of the people who came today could really make her "look straight" at them. Although the shock she received in the sewers made her look less arrogant, and even occasionally looked depressed, deep down, she seemed to still look down on ordinary people... Dealing with the negative effects of magical items? This doesn't make sense. Finding a lounge or going to the bathroom is better than going to the garden. It will be more hidden. Moreover, when she had a dance at her house, she went to the third floor, not the garden... Klein ruled out all the impossibilities and had a preliminary guess in his mind:

Judging from Hazel's posture of sensing or searching for something, she seemed to have discovered something unusual and was ready to observe and deal with it closely?

Does this mean that there is something supernatural going on in Professor Portland Mormont's home?

If it is true, this professor or someone in his family is not an ordinary person... The bishops of St. Samuel's Church often come to visit, but they haven't found anything!

Well, the "thief" must have some unique sensing and observation abilities...

Klein had no intention of interfering with what was happening outside, because any problem that could be detected by Hazel wouldn't be too dangerous. Moreover, this place was very close to St. Samuel's Church, so if there were any secrets, no one would want to make a big deal, and they would be very restrained.

At this time, Senator Macht in the living room broke free from the influence of the previous vulgar joke and looked at Portland Momont and said:

"I heard you're leaving Backlund University?"

Professor Portland Mormont took a puff of his pipe and said:

"Yes, the Higher Education Committee wants me to serve as the president of the newly established Backlund University of Technology. Although most of my wealth comes from those alloys, my best field is mechanical engineering.

"They promised to build a better laboratory there and give more funding. Haha, at my age, more autonomy and better helpers are indeed more important."

Mr. Willis laughed and said:

"And Backlund University will have an additional vacant position for a full professor. Those senior associate professors who have waited for more than ten or even dozens of years will finally have another chance."

In the Loen higher education system, full professor is not only a title but also a position, equivalent to a department head, so there can only be one.

Backlund University of Technology... Klein listened with a smile, not commenting casually on a topic he didn't understand.

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In the garden, Hazel came to a gloomy and deserted corner.

She just discovered that there was an abnormal gathering of ants and other creatures on the ground, and she also felt that there was something hidden here.

This is a talent that comes from her own sequence, and she has never made any mistakes before.

She could directly pick out the one containing valuables from several sealed boxes without any additional assistance. Of course, she couldn't tell what it was specifically, but she knew that it must be more valuable than the others.

Just like Mr. Dwayne Dantes, he must have very valuable items on him...Hazel curled her lips slightly and turned her attention to the soft-looking soil in front of her.

She sensed that a lot of spiritual beings were gathering below, creating an attraction for insects and ghosts.

It's not a human body, but some used spiritual materials... They should have been discarded separately, but were buried together, causing unnecessary changes... Hazel's eyes darkened a little, and she interpreted the situation beneath the soil from the unconcealed spiritual characteristics and changes.

She raised her chin slightly and looked back at the small building, thinking that there was at least one person with supernatural powers in the Portland Mormont family.

And if we don’t deal with this problem in the corner of the garden, in a few days, this place and several nearby houses will be haunted!

Hazel retracted her gaze, stretched out her left hand, aimed at the soil in front of her, gently grasped it, and twisted her wrist.

The spirituality gathered there suddenly disappeared, as if it had been stolen by someone.

ps: Please give me monthly tickets during the double period!

ps: Regarding the physical book, the publisher has communicated with me, and they are aware of everyone's opinions. The responsible editor will be replaced later, starting from the third volume, because the second volume needs to be handed over, and all the places that need to be modified are marked in red on the electronic version for me to review and confirm.