A girl in a blue dress was slowly walking into the hall, and the surrounding guests automatically made way for her, just because she was too beautiful to bear blasphemy.
It is different from those women whose faces are decorated with various powders, different from those ladies who adorn themselves with all kinds of fancy jewelry in gold and silver, and also different from those noble girls who pretend to be arrogant but mean. The blue dress that wraps the body just right, the light-colored collar outer lining and the pure white gloves with lace patterns, the whole dress perfectly highlights the girl like green leaves.
There was nothing in her eyes, and her clear eyes were filled with curiosity. She casually swept across the entire banquet, stepping on small steps, but it was like stepping into everyone's heart, clucking with her heartbeat. This natural beauty is like a magnificent work of art from any angle, attracting greedy and admiring eyes in the hall.
A huge chandelier hangs on the dome in the hall, dozens of large candles burn on it, and there is a circle of smaller chandeliers around. The frescoes are clear and bright, and these frescoes recording various legends and myths add a luxurious color to the hall.
With the entrance of Loren Hill, the music in the banquet began to play. Eight violinists and one pianist began to perform beside the stage. The soothing and brisk music was accompanied by the congratulations of the guests, and the banquet officially began.
First, all the gorgeously dressed gentlemen and women came to say hello to Lorraine Hill. Although the girl didn't know any of them, she also responded politely one by one under the prompting of Chelsea next to her.
In the eyes of these people looking at the girl, there are envy, desire, pleading, and some fanatical love. No matter what world it is, there is always such a thing as love at first sight.
After the girl responded for a while, a middle-aged man in a black dress came over. His dress was embroidered with small patterns of olives and seashells with emerald silk thread, indicating that he was from the Yagtilin family.
"Hello, Miss Lacey, I'm Jelink, the current head of the Yagtilin family, welcome your visit."
"Hello, Uncle Jelink, I heard my father mentioned you many times, and I'm bothering you for your sudden visit."
"Don't worry, your father and I are close friends, and I am very sad to hear his bad news. If there is anything I can help, I will do my best to help."
"Thank you for your kindness. If necessary, I will definitely tell you." Roland Hill bowed his head slightly.
After a little chat, a young girl in a bright yellow dress came over. She had long blue hair with some spirals draped over her chest. She wore a small and delicate golden necklace around her neck. A blue crystal pendant hangs.
"Hello, Father." She first saluted Jelink's skirt, then turned to face Roland Hill, her golden pupils full of curiosity.
"Rachel, you're here, let me introduce you. This is my daughter Rachel. You should have more common topics at the same age, so I won't bother you."
After speaking, Jelink went to the other side to communicate with the others.
The girl in the yellow dress greeted Roland Hill first.
"Hello, I'm Rachel."
"Hello, my name is Lacey. I'm sorry, because it's my first time here in Verga, and I don't know much about etiquette. If you don't do well, please let me know."
"It's not like that, Lacey. I think you're doing better than everyone else, like a natural princess." Rachel smiled.
"Let's sit here for a while."
Rachel pulled Lorraine Hill to a small table next to the dance floor, and soon two servants came over to place a candlestick on the white tablecloth, and then brought two glasses of juice.
"I only became an adult in the second half of the year, and my father doesn't let me drink. I don't know if you are used to drinking juice. I heard that the West Wind side prefers drinking."
"It's okay, I also like juice very much, and basically don't drink."
Loren Hill shook her head, she didn't know her age in this world, and she couldn't talk about whether she was an adult or not. In her previous life, she seldom drank high-alcohol alcohol. At most, she would drink some low-alcohol alcohol with her friends.
The juice in the glass is light green, and after shaking, you can still find finely chopped green pulp. The taste is slightly sour at the entrance, and then there is a sweet taste. A few ice cubes are added in the glass. In the summer season, it is refreshing and refreshing. And delicious.
"Like it?"
"Yeah." Roland Hill sipped this cold juice, the refreshing taste dispelled a lot of summer heat.
"Hee hee, this is what I invented. This juice is made from green raspberries, but the green raspberries are sour, so I try to add some honey to neutralize the sour taste. I add ice cubes at the end to make it sour. The taste is more exciting." Rachel introduced her proud work to Roland Hill.
"Ice cubes?"
"Yes, there is an ice-light bartender from the original Sequence 3 at home. She is very good at this. In recent years, several new fragrances developed by our family are also led by her. I will introduce her to you when I have time. "
"Delicious, right? Can you describe the feeling? My brothers despise juice and only like to drink. They are perfunctory every time they ask me."
"Well, it's like putting your hand into the cold mountain spring water on a sultry afternoon, and the sound of running water makes the whole person wake up."
Roland Hill tried to describe the feeling in words, but Rachel was very happy, as if she had met a soulmate in life.
"Lacie, you must study very well. My brother and father, if they want to describe something good, the most they can say is very good, not bad."
"It's just a few words every time they come and go, it's really boring to communicate with them."
Rachel began to complain that everyone around her had little literary literacy, and she was not interested in anything other than calculating accounts and making money all day long.
Then Rachel started talking about various literatures, novels, and plays. Although Loren Hill had basically never heard of it, she just nodded in agreement occasionally, and she was very happy. It can be seen that she is a girl who likes that kind of romantic story very much, and there is no one around her to communicate with for a long time.
"Do you know, Lacey, my favorite is the legendary Knights of Lightning, and the leader Aell is so handsome."
The Knights of Lightning is a legend that appeared in the third era. Its leader, Aell, and the founding monarch of the West Wind Kingdom are close friends. The two families have been married many times, and now the Knights of Lightning is also a royal family directly belonging to the West Wind Royal Family. The Knights have left many glorious achievements and legends in history.
The story of the head of the group, Aell, is also very exciting. After continuous beautification by later generations, and through opera performances, he is a household name on the mainland. Although he is a person from hundreds of years ago, he is still regarded as a hero in the hearts of countless young people and a perfect object in the hearts of thousands of girls.
The happy time always passed quickly, and the banquet was gradually coming to an end, when a young butler came over.
"Hello, Miss Lacey. I'm Owen, the housekeeper of the Agartyling family. I'm sorry to disturb you. Our master, Lord Jerinker, invites you to sit in the study next to you, and I want to get to know your father, Lord Angus. thing."
"Okay, I'll go later." Roland Hill stood up, motioned to the butler and the head maid in the distance, then followed the young butler out of the hall and approached the corridor next to him.
Seeing that her new friend of the same age was invited by her father to leave, Rachel was a little puzzled.
"When did my father become so serious?"
As the girl left the hall, subtle footsteps could be heard from many corners of Agatilin's dark place, and the sound of armor colliding occasionally could be heard.