You all remember Quest's manor, located in the outer circle of the West End Manor District, but what I'm going to talk about now is not Quest, I'm just using this guy for comparison. It's quite a sad contrast. The car that started from Yuri Manor has stopped at Quest's manor.
Quest stood in front of his manor with a gloomy look on his face, pointing in the direction of Yuri Manor to a group of teenagers, "Can't you read the door number! The party is over there!"
Okay, the comparison is over. Don’t worry about this guy who is Yuri’s neighbor but was not invited. Let’s follow these teenagers~
As they marched toward Yuri Manor in a chaotic manner—
"Damn, it's like a maze in here! Yuri should get a car to pick us up!"
"Don't ask for so much! This is probably the only time we've ever been to a party like this in our lives! I think I just saw Mrs. Barton walking past..."
"Don't... I hate any party with adults, let alone a party with a bunch of old men and women... "
"Uh, that's Mrs. Barton! Not some old man or woman! Can you have some respect!*! Reporter!"
"Oh my God! Is that a red carpet? Are we going to go there? They are taking pictures and doing interviews! Oh my God! It's like the photos in the newspaper come to life. Are we going to be in tomorrow's newspaper..."
"My stomach hurts... I think I'm not suitable for this kind of occasion... Does anyone want to leave..."
"Get away from me! Please don't spit it out! This is my mom's dress!"
"Everyone relax! Ugh, no one's going to puke! It's just a party! Something we've been to countless times! No big deal! All I care about is whether there's food at this party! Yuri's invitation said no breakfast! Here it is! Brunch will be served! Now some guy can tell me what the hell brunch is!”
"Hey... anyone got some spare pockets? Well, I stole a bottle of whiskey... doesn't seem like a good idea now... I can't walk down the red carpet with a bottle of this thing..."
A butler-like guy stopped the group of teenagers, thankfully, before they walked onto the red carpet. "Ladies and gentlemen, are you Master Yuri's guests?"
"Did he just say 'Master Yuri'?"
"I think so."
"Quiet! He can hear you!"
"Hey!! Don't push me!"
"I didn't! People behind me were pushing me! Uh, are those reporters crazy!"
"Guys... everyone! Look over there! The reporters are running over to the people who just arrived!"
The butler-like person kept smiling and saluted to such a chaotic group of teenagers, "Master Yuri is in the atrium, please go this way."
"Finally! Food! Let's go!"
"Uh, wait a minute, I want to see what these reporters are so excited about..."
"My Lord! I see the goddess!"
"Uh... whoever is female is your goddess, boys are all pigs!"
"Hey! What did you say!"
"No! Wait! Look! It's really a goddess!!"
"Uh-well, I have to admit, she's really pretty!"
"I think her skin is glowing!"
"No! Well, that's the flashbulbs of those reporters!"
"Who is that shabby-looking man next to her... Why does it look so familiar to me?"
"Well, I think that's Mr. Bishop..."
“Everyone!! Food!!”
"Well, yeah, I'm hungry, how about you..."
"Me too, let's leave quickly..."
From the main entrance of Yuri Manor to the atrium, the group of people was actually quiet - teenagers still care about current events, especially when the current event is actually Barton's national gossip. Now that this gossip appeared in front of their eyes, they naturally kept quiet, but, ha, there was nothing to hide. As the group walked, they turned back to spy on the couple surrounded by reporters on the red carpet. Well, let’s be clear, that’s Mr. Bishop and his new fiancée, the seductress Riley.
"Yuri!" Finally seeing the master who invited the group, a group of people rushed over eagerly.
When Yuri was surrounded by materially and spiritually hungry teenagers, we looked at a corner of the atrium.
Here stood an old woman who was completely opposite to 'goddess' Riley - Mrs. Sheila.
Mrs. Sheila is dressed in a black and white business suit. One of her businesses is catering banquets. Don’t you forget? Mrs. Sheila held her cane, and the skin above her aquiline nose began to twitch. She turned her head irritably and said to the waiter beside her, "You are responsible for the front office, I won't go."
"Huh? Boss? I'm just a bartender..."
"You've been promoted!" Mrs. Sheila curled her lips, "Go!" She threw the arrangement record away from her side with a wave of her hand, "Follow it! The brunch process is on it! Don't leave any ink on it!"
"..." After a moment of shock, "Thank you, boss!"
Mrs. Sheila pouted and stood behind the bar. It is worth mentioning that this is an alcohol-free bar, and the most exciting drink provided here is juice mixed with milk~
Unhappily, Mrs. Sheila put her cane aside, got herself a cup, and started pouring milk. You can probably guess some of the reasons for the unhappiness. Sheila doesn’t want to be in the same room with Riley.
"Hello (Hello)."
An awkward sound came from the side corridor of the atrium.
Mrs. Sheila looked up at the place where the sound came from with her round eyes tilted to the side.
"puff!"
Mrs. Sheila hurriedly wiped off the milk stains on her mouth, dropped the cup, grabbed the rag under the bar, and hurriedly began to wipe off the milky white on the countertop...
The bamboo pole-like figure walked down the side corridor and came to Mrs. Sheila. With a smile on his face, he pressed Mrs. Sheila's hand with his generous palms, took the rag, and took over Mrs. Sheila's work, "Okay."
Mrs. Sheila was a little nervous. Looking at the face that she could never forget after seeing her once on Monday, she pursed her lips and said, "Do you want to say 'hello' to me?"
"Hello." The Republican man who looked like a bamboo pole looked at Mrs. Sheila's mouth shape and said again, "Hello."
Mrs. Sheila opened her mouth, her brain short-circuited for a moment, "Hello."
"hehe Hello."
"Hello." Mrs. Sheila didn't know if she was just repeating the other person's words, or what, but if everyone cares, Mrs. Sheila's shoulders, the starting point of the towering hunchback, are itching, missing the man who is now wiping the bar in front of her. hands…
"Hello."
"Hello..." The last sound of the word "good" didn't even end, and there was a hint of inexplicable irritability. "Um, do you also speak other federal dialects?"
"Hello."
"Uh." Mrs. Sheila curled her lips and continued to short-circuit.
"Maitreya!"
Mrs. Sheila's attention was attracted by the boy's voice, which could be regarded as a sign of professionalism, because the shout belonged to the owner of this event - Master Yuri. Well, we are not servants of the Yuri Manor, and we do not rely on the Yuri family for wages. Let’s change our name, Jimmy, Yuri, Jimmy. Mrs. Sheila comes to work from her seat, which is supposed to meet the owner's requirements. In the atrium, that is Jimmy, Jimmy.
"Maitreya! Why are you still here! You should go to the front hall!" This boy, whose only impression we have is that he dumped Kepler on Noel Beach, pushed aside the peers surrounding him and ran towards this side . Look in the direction his eyes are pointing...
Mrs. Sheila raised her eyebrows and looked at the bamboo pole man in front of her who was still helping her wipe the bar, "Mi, Maitreya? Is your name Maitreya?"
The bamboo pole man smiled and tilted his head, "Huh?" as if in response to Sheila's 'Maitreya'.
Anyone who underestimates the role of language in communication should look at Mrs. Sheila's face at this time, "Well, you still don't understand what I said, do you?"
The bamboo pole man still smiled and tilted his head, "Hello?"
Seeing Jimmy running closer, Mrs. Sheila frowned and pointed at herself, "Sheila, Sheila-" At the same time, she noticed that her name was very ugly when it was lengthened, but Mrs. Sheila didn't have time to care about such small things for the time being, " Me, Sheila.”
The bamboo pole man seemed to understand what he meant, with a smile on his face: "Hello, Sheila."
For some unknown reason, Mrs. Sheila's face also had a smile, "Hello." Also for some unknown reason, she actually stretched out her hand, "Maitreya."
It turned out that the bamboo pole man knew this social etiquette. He wiped his hands, took Mrs. Sheila's hand, shook it gently, and smiled in a way that required Mrs. Sheila to look up to her.
"Tsk!" Jimmy came over and only glanced at Mrs. Sheila, who had a hunched back with a bulge on the back of her head, and took Maitreya's hand. "The social etiquette your father taught you can be used on the people in the front hall! This old woman is just a Undertaker! Ignore it!"
Mrs. Sheila's expression changed in an instant, and she put her hand on the cane beside her, but in the end she just held it hard and did not do anything out of the ordinary. From a purely business perspective, Mrs. Sheila was a little touched that Yuri would ask her to organize the first large-scale event after her return.
But now it’s not about this time, but—
The smile on Maitreya's face still remained, and he looked at Jimmy, "&%￥#*&&*..."
Jimmy's expression changed, and he glanced at Mrs. Sheila suddenly, as if instinctively, he took a trembling step back, and then began to cover up. Forcibly turning his eyes away, tensing up his body, taking a deep breath, "&￥%%￥..."
Mrs. Sheila's expression has become very strange. How could Jimmy's poor cover-up be ignored, "What are you talking about?!"
"Nothing!" Jimmy didn't look at Mrs. Sheila at all, "Here, no one needs to watch here! You, go do things elsewhere!"
Mrs. Sheila's hand held the cane harder, and her eyes moved towards Maitreya. Maitreya, who still maintained a smile, also looked at Mrs. Sheila. He raised his hand and traced zigzag lines in a small area with his fingers, as if he was gesturing for something, and there was a hint of doubt in his smile.
Mrs. Silla frowned tightly and could only guess what the other party meant, "What do you want to say?" Mrs. Silla pursed her lips, took out her palm, and held the red knot hanging on the handle towards Maitreya, "Are you asking this? What?"
The doubt on Maitreya's face disappeared, he nodded and looked at Jimmy, "&*￥#￥..."
Jimmy: "￥%..."
"If you say something that I don't understand in front of me again, I guarantee you will regret it, Jimmy Uri." Mrs. Sheila pointed the tip of her aquiline nose at Jimmy.
You can clearly see the trembling of Jimmy's chin, "I, I didn't say anything, Mi, Maitreya, you should go to the front hall, I just asked him to go to the front hall quickly..."
Why does the owner Jimmy, who just didn't take Mrs. Sheila seriously at all, have to explain himself, but is still so obviously afraid
I won’t answer this question.
Mrs. Sheila's hand tightened on the cane, as if she would swing it out at any time.
"#西拉,￥%%..." Maitreya said, with an obvious questioning tone, and the word 'Sheila' sandwiched in it.
"Uh..." Jimmy's face was panicked, "Don't be nervous, Sheila, I am filled with kindness. Uh, no, don't be nervous, Sheila, I am friendly... like this."
"Hold on tight, Sheila, I have an umbrella." Maitreya said this.
Mrs. Sheila stared at Maitreya's very sincere face. But the problem is, if this is the first time a person says a newly learned sentence in an unfamiliar language, how do you judge how sincere he is? I understand, when you learn to say 'hello' and then use it all over your mouth, are you really saying how are you
Mrs. Sheila's mind began to get confused. She twitched her lips, turned around, and walked towards the buffet table on the other side, which was currently being 'attacked' by teenagers. I'm also looking for a place to vent my emotions, because there's already—
"Who is that super ugly old woman? Why is Yuri talking to her?"
"Well, he's just a servant. Who cares, who is that man? Maitreya? What the hell is his name?"
"Miller."
"Damn Miller, can't you tell he's a Republican?"
"Shh! Come here that ugly woman!"
"Why! We didn't talk about her! Look at what she's wearing, she must be a servant! Who cares what she does! Just in time, this shrimp is awesome, let her bring another plate..."
Kurogane's cane stabbed directly into the unusually bulging butt pocket of a certain boy.
At the same time as the sound of breaking glass, the brown liquid collapsed and instantly soaked the poor guy's pants.
"Mr. Jimmy Uri!" Mrs. Sheila held her cane and stood in front of the confused boy who was feeling the wetness in his lower body. She was stared at by the surprised young faces, "I still need to check the activities with you. Undertaken by the terms!" This was said to Jimmy, was he shouting? Mrs. Sheila's voice can ensure that everyone in the entire atrium can hear it, "Only the materials I provide can be used in the activities I undertake! Any outside items, food! Drinks! Recreational items! All..."
Mrs. Sheila raised her eyebrows, looked at someone at the end of the table, raised her step again, and walked over, "Mr., have we met?"
"No, no..."
Mrs. Sheila raised the end of her cane and pressed it directly against the opponent's chin. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a dark red line under the young man's chin, which perfectly fits the outline of Mrs. Sheila's cane.
Mrs. Sheila raised her eyebrows, "No, huh." She turned around and looked at Jimmy, "Is this your friend, Mr. Jimmy Uri?"
"Uh, yes, yes, don't..."
"I see Smith's name is on the invitation list. Is he here?" Mrs. Sheila didn't care about Jimmy.
"No… "
"Really. That's lucky for you, young man." (.)