With a group of nobles, Viscount Graylingt, who was sitting on the left side of the banquet hall, was happily sharing his writer's salon. However, when he turned around, he found that his little sister was leading the famous black-haired girl with excitement.
The young man has come.
The young man had a clear face and clear eyes, and his cold expression revealed a deep sense of confusion.
Seeing this scene, the corner of Grelint's mouth twitched.
'It's over, Shaman is so sick that she can't walk when she sees a handsome guy.'
His sister, Miss Shaman, is sweet and cute. Logically speaking, she is also very popular in Backlund's aristocratic circle.
But she herself has a fatal weakness.
When she saw the handsome young man, she couldn't help but want to get to know him.
In her words, this is called "I don't want to do anything! Everyone has a love for beauty, and I feel better when I see them next to me!"
From the great prince to various writers and common people, Sharman spared no one.
For this reason, the salon where Gray Linte's friends gathered was criticized by his mother many times.
"Ahem!" Before Yager could get closer, Gray Lint couldn't help but said to Shaman in front of him, "Little sister, why don't your new friends let me help you get to know them first?
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Don’t you remember what mom said about the ladies’ code?
This is what he actually wanted to say.
The excitement on Shaman's face stopped for a moment, and she obviously remembered those teachings.
"Ha, ha, ha, I forgot." She replied guiltily, rubbing her hands on her skirt unconsciously.
A small circle of nobles nearby burst into good-natured laughter.
As friends of Viscount Gray Lint, they have long experienced Shaman's superior fighting power.
"Forget it," Gray Linte sighed for the umpteenth time this year, "I will educate you at the next gathering."
"Hello, sir, nice to meet you."
The viscount turned to look at the black-haired young man and pulled his sister aside.
"Nice to meet you too." Yager nodded in greeting.
"I remember you came here with Lawyer Edmund over there?" After saying hello, the nobles around him calmly started chatting with him, "Isn't his assistant Liszt?"
"Yes. But Liszt broke his leg some time ago and had to rest in bed at home."
"Ah, that's such a pity. I'm still waiting to fight evil with Liszt." The nobleman sighed with regret. "His card skills have always been very good."
From the look on his face, it seemed that his former assistant Liszt had also been tortured by Shaman.
"Yeah, that's such a pity." Yager replied with a smile.
During the conversation, these nobles naturally gave up a position, let Yager stand in, and then re-formed a new small circle.
Countless experiences in the past have made them very skilled in handling it.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that people like Gray Lint don't mind making friends with civilians.
"Speaking of which, did the Minsk office also take on some cases from the East District?" Another red-haired young man thought of this morning's news, "Do you know about the explosion there yesterday?"
"Oh! That thing! My father went to the Church of the Night early this morning, and the matter caused a big fuss. I heard that the bishops of the three major churches are dealing with it." On the right, the noble young man who just asked Liszt couldn't bear it.
He stopped to answer the question. "It's only been a few days since I last went to the Aurora Club."
They seemed very interested in it.
Although from a spiritual perspective, these nobles are all ordinary people, Yager feels that their small circle is of great use.
He is very curious about the extraordinary, and he also has channels with the church. As an emerging noble sect, he even has the opportunity to come into contact with the Psychological Alchemy Society.
So he betrayed Klein without hesitation.
"No one has come to the firm to entrust this case. However, I had a friend who was a witness at the scene yesterday."
"He first saw that the security of the mansion was in chaos, so he went to the church to report it. As a result, the house collapsed on the way back with the police."
"Oh my god."
"Oh my God!"
The nobles all let out bursts of surprised exclamations in unison, one by one, their eyes were shining with the light of eating melon.
The dull and uneventful life makes them involuntarily pursue excitement.
No, there are indeed exceptions among them.
"Wow~" Shaman exclaimed in a distinctive voice, looking at the black-haired young man with starry eyes. She was obviously more concerned about her 'ornamental ornaments' than hearing about the case.
Thank you very much for the introduction, but can we be normal?
Yager quietly moved half a step behind the nobleman next to him.
Fortunately, Shaman's outstanding voice also immediately attracted her brother's attention.
Gray Linte stretched out his hand and pulled his unique sister back a little, so as not to scare her and his friends for the nth time.
A group of them stood at the end of the long table on the left side of the banquet hall, just enough for Gray Linte to grab the tea on the table and stuff it into her sister's mouth to stop her from watching.
He then skillfully diverted everyone's attention: "What exactly? How did the house collapse?"
Several aristocratic young people also laughed it off, and then asked about the East End incident that they were most interested in. "I heard that several churches have passed away, is it true?"
"My father said that MI9 was also involved in this matter. I don't know if it has anything to do with the previous gang spy case." The red-haired nobleman on the left answered in a low voice.
MI9? Why is it them again?
Yager was thoughtful.
Speaking of which, this department should be responsible for special cases within the Kingdom of Loen. If it is also the department responsible for investigating extraordinary cases now, most likely the dead demigod was once one of them.
Are you someone who specializes in handling dirty things for the royal family?
He felt that besides the Church of Night, there was one more item on his list of departments to attack.
"It probably started to collapse from the first floor. The specific reason is not very clear. But when my friend finished taking notes from the police station yesterday, it seemed that the murderer hadn't been caught yet."
He recounted the words that raised his blood pressure yesterday.
Gray Linte, who had settled his sister, quickly joined the discussion: "Eh? Didn't catch it? But the church notice said that it has been confirmed to be the notorious Rose Sect in neighboring countries."
As a viscount whose father died early and inherited the title early, he received a letter from the church early in the morning to appease the nobles.
"That's right, maybe my friend remembered it wrong." Ya·Ger, the culprit, agreed with a smile.
Another good thing is that the church itself has arrested other denominations to take the blame.
He applauded silently in his heart.
In fact, it is normal for the church to doubt the Rose School. After all, when Lunze came out, he bared his teeth and claws like an octopus. At first glance, he looked very much like those grotesque extraordinary beings from the Rose School who had lost control.
What? You said the aurora would be more like it?
Just kidding, the Aurora Society doesn't look like the type that would send people to rescue those who are out of control. It is normal that all the girls listened to the gospel of the Lord after they came out.
"It's possible that the specific situation is unknown." The seemingly youngest aristocratic boy couldn't help but say, "The church will definitely deal with us if they don't catch the person."
"Go, go, go." Gray Lint, who was standing next to the boy, quickly covered his mouth and moved him to the side to stand with Shaman.
Can this be said casually?
Let the kids go to the table next to me!
Although the young nobles who were discussing quietly in the corner were all aware of this matter.
After a brief silence, the red-haired young man on the right stood up to smooth things over: "Oh, we all heard about it. I believe the church will definitely announce the results in two days. Now we can just speculate."
"Yeah yeah."
"By the way," a nobleman who often attended the Gray Linte Salon suddenly remembered, "did Miss Dilcha also pass by the East End? Could she have seen it too?"
This chapter has been completed!