Chapter 107: Banquet (Bonus Chapter for 500 Subscriptions)

August 8th, Saturday.

Eight-oh-five in the evening.

Aaron arrived by carriage and stopped in front of a building with luxurious decor, a large garden, and a dolphin fountain in the center.

"Welcome, my friend!"

The master of the villa and company director, William Mark, was dressed in a formal black suit; his three-piece set of shirt, vest, and trousers was all pressed perfectly neat.

He was tall and slightly stout, but his features were soft, and he wore a monocle, giving him a contradictory air of shrewdness mixed with simple honesty.

As the host, William Mark took his wife's hand and led the way onto the dance floor to start the dance.

Gentlemen and ladies with flushed faces and gorgeous attire danced gracefully... desire fermented and entangled subtly in the air.

'Perhaps because of the Mysterious existence, this degree of deformity has deepened even further.'

At the same time, amidst the music with its distinct rhythm, the first dance of the banquet began.

Poor Miss Doren, who was naturally unable to refuse any gentleman's invitation.

Aaron smiled faintly and handed over a bottle of champagne.

If you don't know what gift to bring when visiting for the first time, bringing a bottle of good wine is never wrong.

Miss Doren chuckled and replied: "You know, at every banquet there are always one or two unlucky fellows who can't win the favor of the ladies, but the host cannot neglect them..."

She had long flaxen hair, a petite and delicate figure, and wore a pair of dainty glasses, giving her a very scholarly air.

After this song ended, he escorted Liliyat Doren back to her original seat, and just as he was about to take his leave, he suddenly reached out and brushed lightly against Liliyat's ear: "Your earring is about to fall off..."

Miss Liliyat Doren, wearing glasses and with delicate features, gracefully extended her hand, and the two entered the dance floor together.

This can be seen from how the Investigation Bureau frantically persecutes and suppresses Wild Beyonder... although some evil cultists are indeed not worthy of sympathy.

Aaron muttered to himself in his heart.

The class structure is solidified to the extreme, leaving the masses at the bottom with eternal despair.

The two were very close on the dance floor; Aaron could hear Miss Doren's voice by his ear and caught the scent of perfume on her hair.

"No, no... I just couldn't make a choice for a moment; every one of them is so charming..."

"But you don't seem to feel aggrieved..."

Over in the ladies' area, quite a few young ladies were already pointing and whispering about something.

And just a few streets away, perhaps a little girl is dying of sickness and hunger because she couldn't sell her matches...

Aaron casually made up some content from a travel magazine to fool her.

Aaron nodded noncommittally, understanding that while her family background might be considered decent among the middle class, in this kind of banquet, it could only be considered the bottom tier.

At this moment, seeing Aaron step out of the carriage, he couldn't help but step forward a few paces and shake hands with Aaron with a smile.

In the world at this time, knowledge is not something that can be converted into money, influence, and subsequently bring power; rather, it can directly obtain power!

The result is that the older the nobility and great families are, the more likely they are to inherit the 'Mysterious', possessing a few Weird but powerful 'Ancestor Relics' and numerous Extraordinary; even His Majesty the King must carefully weigh the pros and cons before moving against such nobles.

Aaron slowly sipped his champagne, seeming not at all anxious, and even less concerned about whether he would go down to dance.

His gaze swept over Liliyat Doren's glasses, his intuition telling him something was wrong.

Aaron replied with a light chuckle.

However, compared to those true noble ladies who can use a hand fan to strike up a set of social codes comparable to ciphers, who can estimate the entire net worth of a companion with a single glance upon meeting, and who speak the most intimate words while secretly competing for favor—those who emerge from every banquet as if from a battlefield without smoke—their level is still lacking by more than a little.

"You look good, and you're a rich man, a target for many ladies to hunt... and my father is just a bank manager; the reason I received an invitation from Mrs. Mark is just to be the 'surplus' of the banquet..."

"Haha, Aaron... shyness is not a quality a gentleman should possess."

'A deformed world...'

His wife wore a complex and gorgeous dance dress, with a necklace made of rubies, sapphires, diamonds, and emeralds around her neck, its light Blink-ing under the lamps.

The music was melodious, and the buffet table was filled with oysters, lobster, veal, fried chicken, lamb stew with peas, salad, soufflé pancakes, as well as red wine and champagne...

"Come, our traveler, tonight you must tell us all about your travel experiences..."

When the dance ended, William Mark came to Aaron's side and said with a smile.

Not neglecting any guest is also the duty of a banquet host.

Liliyat Doren hurriedly covered her ear and then said: "Thank you!"

A class that possesses so many benefits will inevitably lock away the methods for the lower classes to obtain power in order to consolidate their own status and power.

"Many, such as Plymouth, the Yellow Waterfall Grand Canyon, the Bone Burial Plateau..."

Aaron picked up a stemmed wine glass, his mind involuntarily recalling the scenes he saw when he wore laborer's clothes and mingled in the lower-class districts.

"Of course... no one can dominate my marriage." Liliyat Doren declared firmly: "By the way, you have a pair of beautiful, jewel-like eyes, and you dance well too, our Mr. Traveler, what places have you been to?"

"Of course I can!"

"I thought... you might have better choices..."

William Mark whispered, pointing to a beautiful lady who was sitting in her seat, waiting for a male partner to invite her to dance.

"Why do you say that?"

At a banquet, it is a form of reserve for a lady not to take the initiative to invite a gentleman to dance.

"Don't mention it, serving a lady is inherently a gentleman's duty."

"So that's how it is."

"Hello!"

"Thank you for your recommendation."

William Mark led Aaron into the banquet hall, where the high gas lamps shone through the glass, leaving behind all kinds of clear and bright Light.

Ordinary workers had pale faces, like walking corpses... long queues lined up outside the poorhouse... every day there were corpses of those who had dropped dead... in the bridge arches, it was full of homeless people covered in newspapers and waste cardboard...

Aaron, feeling noncommittal, walked up to the lady who was looking around in boredom, bent his back, and extended a hand: "This beautiful lady, I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting you to dance?"

He asked casually.

"Then I recommend that Miss Liliyate Duolun wearing the green dress... her father is a bank manager."

Aaron chuckled, returned to his seat, and rubbed his right thumb and index finger together.

Just now, he had merely found an excuse to make contact with Liliyat's glasses.

Then, the Wuxing Bianzhi of the 'Light Bearer' immediately let him recognize that it was an Extraordinary Item!

(End of this chapter)