"Author?" Audrey observed Glaint's reaction and asked casually.
What followed next was a normal topic. She did not avoid her personal maid, Annie, who was following beside her.
Glaint straightened his body and chuckled.
"Yes, I think you should have seen her work, 'Stormwind Mountain Villa', which has been widely praised for the past two months."
"I like this book, especially the calm Ms. Qian Qian," Audrey replied with a smile.
At the same time, she rolled her eyes at her own hypocrisy.
This was because her recent hobby wasn't novels at all. Her reading progress of "Stormwind Mountain Villa" had stagnated at the one-third mark for almost a month.
Ever since she joined Tarot, got to know the powerful Fool, and became a true Beyonder, she had been integrating all the mystical knowledge she knew and systematically learning about psychology. She lacked interest in other things.
As Viscount Glaint led Audrey to the living room with the sofa, he said with a beaming smile, "Don't worry, Audrey.
"Then I'm sure you'll have a good impression of Ms. Fors Wall, because she's just like Ms. Sissy in Stormwind Mountain Villa — calm, intelligent, and lazy."
"Also, my dear Miss Audrey, would you like to play the piano for us later? This is the best reward for literature and novels."
Audrey looked at Glaint's side profile. From his expression, tone, and some of his body movements, she could tell that he wanted to show off.
He wants me to be something he can show off … Audrey thought as if it was the first time she had met this friend.
She maintained her elegant smile and said,
"My music teacher, the pianist Mr. Vekanal, thinks that my level has dropped significantly recently and that I need more practice."
"Alright." Glaint was about to say something when he suddenly saw a lady coming to the long table to get some dessert. "Audrey, this is Ms. Fors Wall, the author of 'Stormwind Mountain Villa.'"
Audrey looked up and saw that Ma 'am Fors was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old and about 1.65 meters tall. She was wearing a beige dress with a ruffled collar, and her brown hair was slightly curled. Her pale blue eyes turned towards Glaint's introduction, and there was a teasing smile on her face.
In less than three seconds of observation, Audrey noticed many small details.
"Ms. Fors's fingers have traces of being smoked … She likes to smoke cigarettes …"
"There are obvious calluses where she holds her pen, matching the author's identity …"
"Her arm movements show that she has good strength. This isn't a trait that an author should have, unless she loves to exercise, or she was born this way, or she used to have another profession …"
"Her 'Stormwind Mountain Villa' presents a calm, rational, and precise style. This should have something to do with her previous profession …"
"Her gaze and expression are very relaxed, as though she's looking down on me and Glaint. Is this the psychological advantage that Beyonders have over ordinary people?"
"If her identity as a Beyonder was discovered by Glaint by chance, she would definitely feel uneasy and uneasy. After all, she can't guess his reaction and subsequent developments, and the unknown will bring fear."
"… This means that she took the initiative to approach Glaint and understood our hobbies beforehand. She has a certain grasp on what will happen next …"
"Why would a Beyonder take the initiative to approach Glaint? Does she need financial support, or is it the Beyonder ingredients hidden in the treasure vault? Or does she need help with something … "
At this moment, Glaint was introducing Fors to Ms. Fors.
"Madam, this is the Miss Audrey I mentioned before. She's the most dazzling jewel of Baekeland. Her father is Earl Hall, a Member of the House of Lords who is trusted by the king and respected by the nobles."
"Good afternoon, Madam Fors. Your 'Stormwind Mountain Villa' is still at my bedside." Audrey bowed strictly according to the etiquette of nobles.
Then, she added in her heart, That's because I haven't finished reading it after a month …
Fors returned the greeting simply.
"Good afternoon, Miss Audrey. Your beauty has left a deep impression on me. I think I already have the material for my next novel. Heh, Viscount Glaint even praised your outstanding musical talent."
In public, the two of them only exchanged a few pleasantries and didn't talk about anything else.
Audrey watched as Fors continued walking to the dining table, her target a small cake covered in cream. She retracted her gaze and followed Glaint to the living room.
She recalled the various details she had seen, trying to accurately grasp his thoughts so that she could gain the initiative in their future interactions.
Taking a step forward, Audrey, who was as cold as a neutral spectator, stepped on the hem of her dress. Her body swayed and she nearly fell.
At this moment, her personal maid, Annie, was prepared to support her, saving her beautiful image.
"Miss, the unique design of this dress requires you not to walk too fast," Annie whispered into Audrey's ear.
"I understand." Audrey nodded with a flushed face.
I was just too focused on observing others and forgot to pay attention to my feet … she complained in her heart, feeling wronged.
In the salon, Audrey maintained a graceful and sweet smile as she faced the attentive writers, critics, and musicians.
Finally, as her cheeks began to ache, she received Viscount Glaint's hint.
After waiting for a few minutes, she used the washroom as an excuse to lift the hem of her dress, stood up slowly, and left the salon.
After confirming that no one was looking at her, she circled to the study on the first floor and said to her personal maid, Annie, "I have something to discuss with Glaint.
"I have something to discuss with Glaint. Guard the door and don't let anyone else in."
"Alright." Annie didn't find it strange, because she knew that her miss and Viscount Glaint had the same hobbies. They often discussed mysticism in private.
After entering the study and locking the door, Audrey saw Glaint sitting behind the table, playing with a fountain pen. Meanwhile, Fors Wall was standing in front of the bookshelf, casually flipping through her collection of books.
"Let me reintroduce Madam Fors, a true Beyonder." Glaint put down his fountain pen and came forward.
"Is that so?" Audrey deliberately expressed her suspicion.
Fors stuffed the book back into its original spot, turned her head, and smiled.
"Looks like I need to prove myself."
She walked slowly to the door, stretched out her right palm, and pressed it on the handle.
Suddenly, Audrey's vision blurred. She seemed to see Madam Fors turn into a phantom and pass through the door.
She was horrified. When she looked again, she realized that Fors was no longer in her original spot.
A few seconds later, the doorknob turned, and the locked door was opened. Fors Wall walked in with a smile. Not far from the door, the maid, Annie, didn't notice what was happening behind her.
"What a miraculous ability," Glaint praised.
Audrey took a light breath.
"I have no more doubts."
At the same time, the ability Fors displayed also confirmed her opponent's true intentions. Be it money or materials, nothing could stump a Beyonder like her.
Glaint's house doesn't have a Beyonder guarding it … Does Fors wish to use my and Glaint's identities and resources to accomplish something? Audrey tried her best to be like a spectator.
Fors chuckled.
"Let's be honest. We don't have much time."
"I was once a doctor in a clinic, and I became a Beyonder by chance. It's been more than two years since then."
"I hope that you can help me do something, and the reward I'll give you is to lead you into the circle of true Beyonders. I'll sell you the formulas and corresponding ingredients of certain Sequence potions."
Upon hearing such a promise, Glaint couldn't wait to ask.
"What is it?"
"I have a companion who has been imprisoned and is awaiting her final trial. I hope that you can rescue her, no matter what it takes," Fors succinctly explained.
Audrey frowned slightly.
"Madam Fors, the ability you've shown should be very suitable for this kind of thing …"
Fors shook her head and smiled.
"No, it's not like that. She can't pass through the places that I can. I can only go in to see her and chat with her."
"Besides, I don't think it's a good idea to risk a rescue. Life is short, and there are many things that need to be done."
Audrey observed the other party's face and limbs and deliberated before asking,
She deliberated and asked, "I understand. What crime is your companion imprisoned for? "
Fors's expression immediately turned a little awkward.
"My companion is actually very respected. She makes people want to obey her from the bottom of their hearts. She has a noble and kind character. Uh, uh, she just went a little overboard when she was trying to convince a certain scoundrel …"
…
After delegating the mission, Klein maintained a schedule of mysticism studies in the morning and combat practice in the afternoon. His routine made him almost forget that he was a Nighthawk, and the "curse" of frequently encountering Beyonder incidents seemed to have disappeared.
When Saturday came, it was his turn to guard Chanis Gate.
"Feel free to enjoy the coffee I left here and the black tea in the clerk's office," Dunn said as he scanned the duty room with his deep gray eyes.
Klein, who had already come up with a reason to explain it to his brother and sister, nodded happily.
"Alright, Captain. You really are a generous gentleman."
Dunn smiled and said, "Alright, Captain.
"This will help you relax. Too much tension is not good for your health."
He took his hat and cane and slowly walked to the door.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and said, "I forgot to remind you.
No matter what you hear, do not open Chanis Gate unless it's opened from the inside. "
"Remember, no matter what you hear, no matter what happens."
Captain, I'll be scared if you say that … Klein tensed up. He felt that the darkness underground surpassed the light of an elegant gas lamp.
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