The appearance of the supervisor interrupted Martin's subsequent actions, and he then turned and retreated.
But Martin always felt that the supervisor had not gone far, still hiding in the dark, staring at him closely. Qiao Wei's cheeks flushed instantly, and she glared at Martin with shame and annoyance.
The two chatted for a while, looked up at the sky, and saw that it was getting brighter. They tacitly stopped talking and prepared to return to the banquet.
Along the way, Martin's mind was still thinking about the previous topic. Perhaps they were too engrossed in the conversation, and when they returned to the banquet venue, they found that it was already deserted.
The originally lively banquet has ended, and the guests who want to rest have been properly arranged into the guest rooms.
Martin stood in the empty hall, pondering for a moment before pulling out a communication crystal from his pocket and quickly sending a message to the nobles: "If it's convenient, could we meet this afternoon? I'd like to discuss intelligence personnel and business matters."
After sending the message, he put the communication crystal away. After a long night, Martin was exhausted and couldn't help but yawning loudly.
Seeing this, Qiao Wei'an said with concern: "Martin, you have been up all night, why don't you go to rest first."
Martin nodded and, under Jovian's guidance, came to the arranged room. After a simple wash, he fell headfirst onto the bed and soon fell asleep.
After Jovian settled Martin down, she gently closed the door and walked out. As soon as she went out, she saw Viola standing quietly in the corridor of the guest room, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
Their eyes met in the air, and they walked towards the inner garden one after the other tacitly.
After entering the garden, Jovian waved his hand, signaling the servants who were tidying up the garden to leave temporarily.
When no one was around, Qiao Wei'an spoke first: "Viola, everything has been settled, what are you still unwilling to accept?"
Viola's eyes flashed with a complex emotion, and she responded a little excitedly: "Of course you think it's nothing, but I can't! Don't you realize that Grandma Merlin specifically asked the four of us to go to the room to listen to her talk? Is there something strange about this?"
"If she really wanted to keep it a secret, she could have just asked you to go, but she chose to invite all four of us. Qiao Wei'an, you've lived a wealthy life since you were a child, and everyone in your family dotes on you. You can't understand my feelings at all. I'm different from you. I joined the Merlin family later..."
After hearing this, although Qiao Vian felt a little sympathetic towards her, she couldn't bear to share her husband with her sisters.
The two quarreled for a few more sentences and then parted on bad terms.
The morning light had already climbed onto the carved windowsill, and Martin did not wake up until the sun was at its zenith. The fatigue from the night was like a spider web wrapped around him, and he felt weak all over.
He raised his hand and pulled out a bottle of bright blue recovery potion from his interspatial ring, then drank it all in one gulp. After washing up and straightening his wrinkled aristocratic attire, he pushed open the door and stepped into the sunlit corridor.
At this moment, many nobles in silk attire were already moving through the corridors. Eric appeared on time with Shuanglong.
Feeling hungry, Martin nodded to the servant beside him. Under his guidance, they walked through the winding corridors, climbed the stairs covered with Persian carpets, and finally arrived at the magnificently decorated restaurant.
Beneath the gilded candlesticks, all kinds of delicacies have been neatly displayed on silver plates, and the rich aroma lingers around the nose.
Martin waved away the servants and told Eric to get tableware for four people, while he slowly walked to the long table to choose the food.
As his eyes wandered among the dazzling array of fruit wines, a gentle voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Martin, try this fruit wine, it tastes pretty good."
A white, slender hand came into view, its fingertips gently holding a bottle of grape-flavored wine.
Following the sound, he found it was Viola, who had impressed Martin twice yesterday.
Martin nodded, took out a bottle of the same fruit wine, and then walked towards the table where Eric was sitting with the bottle.
After sitting down, he filled the glasses for Eric and the two dragons one by one and began to enjoy the food.
At this moment, Viola came in with a tray and sat down gracefully beside Martin.
Martin glanced at her calmly and continued chewing the food in his mouth, not paying any more attention. The air was filled with the faint scent of roses.
Amid the crisp sound of the silver knife hitting the porcelain plate, a rich aroma of lily of the valley suddenly wafted in.
Jovian walked in gracefully with a long skirt, the pearl hair accessories in her light golden curls swaying with her steps. She nodded to everyone in turn, and then sat down gracefully on the other side of Martin.
For a moment, the only sounds were the rising and falling of knives and forks and the interweaving of chewing. This somewhat silent lunch quietly faded away with the two aromas.
As the last bite of the sweet soup slid down his throat, Martin pulled out a communication crystal. A faint blue light screen lit up in his palm, and several lines of gold-plated characters appeared—the nobles had responded to the invitation and set the meeting place in the Rose Conference Room on the third floor of the castle.
He tapped his fingertips and quickly replied to the message to confirm the appointment. Then he turned his head to look at Qiao Wei'an with a gentle look: "My fiancée, I have some things to take care of after dinner. Let's exchange contact numbers. I will come to you after I'm done."
Qiao Wei'an raised a faint smile at the corner of her lips and took out her communication crystal to connect with him.
At this moment, Viola, who was sitting next to me, suddenly said, "Can I add you on my phone number too, so we can keep in touch later, Martin?"
Before he finished speaking, the air suddenly froze. Martin caught a glimpse of Jovian twirling her knife with her eyes downcast. He considered for a moment, then bowed politely. "I'm truly sorry, I'm so busy and may not have time to talk to you. We'll meet again someday."
After confirming that the communication was added successfully, Martin stood up, straightened his collar, called the servants waiting on the side, and took Eric and others to the small conference room.
They soon arrived at the Rose Conference Room. After Martin asked the servant to leave, he straightened his clothes, pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in.
After coming in, Martin glanced around and found that there were quite a few people here. There were about eight nobles, leaving aside the four nobles he had contacted before, and there were four more. Martin closed the door and led Eric and others to the conference table.
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