Chapter 236: Mia

The Partridge family's manor was brightly lit tonight; just the magic crystal lamp decorations hanging at the entrance were enough to illuminate half the street.

The servants in the manor were like they had been cast with an acceleration spell, shuttling back and forth between the courtyard and the hall. Their trays were piled high, filled with all kinds of exquisite snacks that dazzled the eyes. There were "Blood Castle" cakes that vampires loved, and "Charcoal Grilled Coal Balls" that Flame Demons loved... all the guests' tastes were catered to.

In the kitchen, the head chef was roaring: "Who put Hell chili into the cake?! Do you want Mia's distinguished guests to spray fire when they burp?!!"

A little Imp maid with a face full of grievance defended in a low voice: "Bu... but the Lady said she wanted a spicy taste..."

"She meant the mood, not a fire-attribute magic potion!!!"

The deafening sound broke the kitchen door, scaring the little Imp so much she almost couldn't hold her pee.

Tonight was Mia Partridge's birthday party, and it was her important twentieth birthday... In the Underworld, this was equivalent to the coming-of-age ceremony in the human world.

Mr. Festin only had this one precious daughter, so this party was prepared with extra grandeur. And the servants in the manor also raised their spirits to 120%, fearing they would leave a bad memory for the respected Miss.

At the front door, a young servant was nervously adjusting his standing posture for welcoming guests, muttering to himself: "Welcome, welcome... uh, welcome to the Partridge family's party, hope you have a wonderful night here—no, that's too rigid! Should I change to a more enthusiastic way of saying it?"

A senior servant on the side raised his eyelids and glanced at him, saying slowly: "If you really want to make some changes, it's fine, but at least don't say 'Welcome, the fine wine and gentlemen here are waiting for your favor' to the noble ladies like last time."

The young servant shuddered, recalling the social death scene last time, and decided that it was safer to use the official wording.

At least that wouldn't go wrong.

The welcoming butler at the door, while directing the servants to organize the red carpet, welcomed the guests who arrived early with a professional smile. He soon discovered that some nobles, in order to occupy a good position in advance, had already occupied the benches in the courtyard with their own servants, and there was even a Hell Dwarf who brought a folding chair, sitting steadily, chewing a cigar, as if he were a general observing a military exercise.

A young Demon attendant was responsible for pouring champagne, but accidentally knocked over a glass. In a panic, he wanted to use magic to clean it up, but he hadn't learned the "Cleansing Spell" well, and instead turned the carpet into a sticky swamp, causing a lady who had just entered the door to sink her shoe into it. The lady's face turned iron-blue, glaring at the poor little attendant, who hurriedly picked up the champagne bottle: "Madam, would you like to... uh, have a glass first?"

The guards on the side were long used to it; he even bet that at least five servants would knock over trays today because of panic.

After all, the Partridge family's party was never just the party itself, but also a "social arena" for the nobles of the Demon Capital. A glass of wine poured too slowly might miss a key alliance opportunity; a piece of snack served to the wrong person might affect a business negotiation; even going to the wrong toilet could become a social laughingstock that would circulate for years.

These were all common occurrences.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the gate, and a special guest seemed to have arrived early.

Everyone looked sideways, only to see a "heat wave" as enthusiastic as fire attacking with arrogant laughter.

The visitor was none other than Baron Avisler.

As a Demon with two-thirds Flame Demon blood, he was the true "Flame King."

As he strode past, the red carpet under his feet was actually scorched with faint burn marks.

The welcoming butler's brow twitched wildly, cursing this guy who didn't know how to restrain himself.

And his actions didn't stop there.

In order to leave a deep impression on the beautiful Miss Mia, he deliberately released scorching and unrestrained magic power, just like a peacock opening its screen, and knelt on one knee on the soft red carpet.

"Tonight, it must be the most brilliant night—because it belongs to the most beautiful Miss Mia, and also belongs to her destined knight—"

Baron Avisler knelt on one knee, spread his arms, and recited poetry he didn't know where he had copied from affectionately: "—I, Avisler, am willing to burn my soul, my heart, for Miss Mia, to point out the direction for her."

The Hell Dwarf who was "observing" sneezed, smoke coming out of his nose, and commented with a Goblin servant on the side.

"I've heard this poem in the tavern, it's not recited like this, he changed it!"

Although the servants were already used to the foolishness of various young masters, this scene still made them almost unable to hold back their laughter.

The guests standing at the door stopped their steps, revealing an expression of watching a show.

They all knew very well that this Baron was a famous playboy in the noble circle of the Demon Capital, and no unmarried beautiful lady could escape his love offensive that was like a volcanic eruption.

But today, he seemed to have kicked an iron plate again, and it was the Partridge family's iron plate.

Tomorrow, there would probably be another funny limerick in the mouths of the bards in the tavern.

"Lord Baron, my Miss doesn't need your illumination, she knows the way herself," the welcoming butler walked up with a smile, interrupting his dramatic performance politely but firmly, "Then, may I ask for your invitation?"

Baron Avisler's expression froze slightly, then he waved his hand, laughing indifferently: "Invitation? Hahahaha, love doesn't need an invitation! My heart is my pass, tonight, I want to personally offer the most intense—"

"Please leave."

The butler didn't change his expression, and before he could do anything more embarrassing, he directly had the guards "gently" invite him out the door.

Although Baron Avisler had transcendental power, he was smart enough not to take it out.

Otherwise, he would undoubtedly be even more embarrassed; after all, which noble here didn't have transcendental power?

Watching Baron Avisler being thrown out the door, the guests burst into laughter instantly, as if watching a wonderful clown show.

"This guy really doesn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, thinking Miss Mia is one of those human women on the surface who hasn't seen the world?"

"He has confidence, unfortunately, in front of the Partridge family, relying on 'enthusiasm' is not enough, it has to be 'important' enough."

"Don't joke, whether you can enter Miss Mia's heart is the key."

"Hehe, stupid."

"Who the hell are you calling stupid?!"

The two were originally arguing politely, but they ended up quarreling, blowing their beards and staring at each other.

However, this is quite common in Hell.

The etiquette of Hell is to be polite when you should be polite, but when you quarrel, don't use your mouth if you can use your hands.

As for this boundary, it is relatively flexible.

Demons also look at people to serve dishes.

Amidst the laughter, the party continued, and the joyful atmosphere was not destroyed because of two bruised guests.

At the same time, in the dressing room, Mia was sitting in front of the mirror, admiring her carefully groomed makeup.

The wine-red dress perfectly outlined her elegant yet seductive figure, and matched her pink hair, which was simply perfect.

The corners of Mia's mouth lifted slightly, turning a deaf ear to the movement outside, just treating it as the buzzing of mosquitoes.

No need to think, eight out of ten it was another guy who didn't know how to die running over to make a fool of himself.

This kind of boring circus happens every year, she has seen it since she was a child and is not surprised, and would not be surprised long ago.

"As expected of me... Hehehe, what a sinful woman."

Her index finger gently hooked her chin, Mia looked at herself in the mirror, the more she looked, the more she liked it, and a hint of faint intoxication flashed in her peach-heart-shaped pupils, as if she had already seen a certain guy who was pretending to be reserved being shocked by her beauty and being at a loss.

"Hehehe... Luo Yan classmate, now you should understand how... cough! How blessed you are without knowing it? Hehehe!"

Imagining Luo Yan's eyes dodging, his breathing rapid, even blushing and confessing to her at the party, taking off her dress and changing into a wedding dress, while a certain annoying vampire could only squat in the corner and eat his fingernails jealously...

Thinking about it, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl to 45 degrees, and no matter how she pressed, she couldn't stop it.

But then again, if he really did that, how should she respond? Pretend to be shy and refuse to welcome? Or deliberately tease him? Or...

She raised her hand, pressed it gently on her lips, and laughed even more happily.

"Really makes people happy..."

Simply delicious!

The maid standing on the side didn't dare to breathe, carefully controlling her breathing, trying to lower her presence, fearing that the Miss would discover that there was still a person here...

As Miss Mia finished her makeup, more and more guests arrived, and the festive atmosphere in the manor became stronger and stronger.

Just when the crowd was noisy, a black carriage stopped slowly at the entrance of the Partridge family's manor.

After the carriage stopped, the door was opened respectfully by the servant, a hand wearing a black glove held the door, and then a tall figure walked down elegantly.

In order not to let Miss Mia down, Luo Yan rarely wore formal wear that he didn't usually wear tonight.

It was a well-tailored black tailcoat, paired with a red and black silk scarf tie, and a brooch hanging below the neckline.

Because his appearance was already handsome, the decent attire added a sense of composure to his temperament. When those deep eyes swept over the surroundings calmly, the dignity that could not be underestimated attracted the attention of many celebrities in the Demon Capital. Human nobles don't like guys who are sharp, but Hell is exactly the opposite; they just like "Bronze players whose momentum doesn't lose to Diamonds," those who are introverted are the ones who are bullied, and are only worthy of sitting at a table with Goblins.

And like Luo Yan, who clearly only had Silver-tier strength, but dared to take on tasks that the Dragon family didn't dare to take, and dared to confront the Dragon family in a duel, the vast majority of demons were appreciative.

Precisely because of this, when he stepped into the venue, that tall posture and cold yet elegant temperament immediately made a group of noble ladies in the Demon Capital heat up, whispering. Some ladies even covered their smiles with fans, quietly casting subtle but straightforward glances at him.

"Is that the Demon King of Thunder County?"

"I've heard of his deeds, he looks even more... surprising than the rumors."

"If only I could invite him to dance."

"Don't think about it, your opponent is Miss Partridge, he came back to the Demon Capital at this time, don't you understand yet?"

"Tsk, actually compared to Miss Partridge, I think Miss Colin is harder to provoke, that little lunatic once beat me up, just because I said two things about her behind her back."

"Hehe, don't be fooled by that man's appearance, I heard his name can make human children in Thunder County wet the bed in the middle of the night! Even the Chaos Legion has to retreat in front of him! This guy is a devil in human skin!"

"The most dangerous is the most charming... isn't it? I appreciate him more and more." A Golden Slime girl's eyes were blurred, looking like she was really about to melt.

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In the physical sense of melting.

Just when a group of demons with spring in their eyes were whispering and discussing, a graceful and charming figure suddenly walked in front of their dream lover.

She approached slowly, as if inadvertently blocking Luo Yan's way, tilting her head slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of confusion.

"This gentleman, sorry... I seem to be lost, can you help me?"

That voice was soft and sweet, like a rich lady who had not yet entered the world, and carried mature charm and style.

Luo Yan looked at her sideways, only to see a graceful noble lady standing under the night.

A dark purple long dress set off her exquisite figure and light golden hair, her smile was decent and elegant, and the affectionate eyes were like the smoke clouds falling on the horizon at dusk.

That charm that moistens things silently was not deliberately released magic power, but seemed to be an innate ability.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have fallen with just one look.

However, she ran into a hard stubble this time.

From the face that was three points similar, Luo Yan recognized the identity of this noble lady at a glance.

This person is none other than Mia's mother, the behind-the-scenes ruler of the Partridge family—Serena Partridge.

Others' getting lost can be said to be excusable, but it would be the sun rising from the west if this guy could get lost in her own home.

Although he didn't know what game she was playing, Luo Yan still complied with her mood and pretended not to recognize her.

"Happy to serve you... then, may I ask this beautiful lady, where do you want to go?" He nodded slightly and said gentlemanly.

Looking at Luo Yan's serious appearance, the smile on Serena's mouth deepened, and her heart was full of playfulness.

She walked closer, her green onion index finger pointed lightly on his chest, deliberately staying for two seconds, and said in a lazy and playful tone.

"In your heart."

If it weren't for the thousand-hammered training of Professor Lilith, Luo Yan asked himself if he would have been bluffed by this cheesy love word.

That low, soft voice was like a drop of strong wine dripping into ice water, warm with a hint of tipsiness, causing several noble ladies nearby to gasp, their faces slightly red, peeking at this side.

Their eyes were no longer on Luo Yan, but were uncontrollably attracted by Serena, who no longer continued to restrain her power.

The talent of a succubus does not distinguish between genders, especially when someone is provoked to win or lose.

Watching Serena play more and more excessively, almost using transcendental power, Luo Yan knew he couldn't play with her anymore, cleared his throat, and said calmly.

"Madam, I have already felt your enthusiasm, I guess this is probably your test of my willpower. If so, please give me a chance to admit defeat, after all, if this continues... I am worried that Mr. Festin will be jealous."

He tried his best to leave enough steps for her, and even found a suitable reason.

Hearing Luo Yan's words, Serena was stunned for a moment, and then giggled.

That light golden long hair then faded, replaced by pink wavy curls like a bouquet, softly sprinkled on her white fragrant shoulders.

"Hehe... what an interesting child, no wonder Mia cares so much about you."

She covered her mouth and chuckled, with appreciation in her eyes, and continued with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Festin is not such a stingy person, he won't be jealous of a junior. And compared to my dear husband, don't you think you should care more about my dear Mia?"

Speaking of this, she glanced at the distance intentionally or unintentionally.

Luo Yan followed her gaze, only to see on the terrace not far away, Mia was holding her chest with both hands, leaning on the railing, staring at this side with faint eyes.

That raised tail swayed behind the skirt, tightened like an iron pestle, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a little cat about to explode.

An ominous premonition surged into his heart, Luo Yan's brow twitched slightly, and his relaxed expression couldn't help but become subtle.

Watching the change in Luo Yan's expression, Serena giggled, her tone carrying obvious teasing: "Do you think my daughter will be unable to help but rush down and snatch you away?"

Luo Yan coughed lightly: "Then please prepare an escape route for me in advance, Madam."

"Hee hee, that won't do, if the object of elopement is me, my husband will probably be furious, you don't want to duel with a Grandmaster-tier Shadow Demon, right?" Serena's smile deepened, and she patted his arm lightly, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore, Mia is very serious, I hope you face her well."

Luo Yan nodded silently.

At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded.

Mia finally couldn't bear it anymore, put down her wine glass, and rushed down from upstairs in high heels "deng deng deng"—

Looking at the daughter whose anger value was exploding, Serena still had a look of no seriousness, not only did not reflect on her own out-of-bounds behavior, but smiled and walked up to hug Mia's shoulder.

"Dear, I tried it for you, Luo Yan is not interested in yellow-haired women, you can rest assured to 'use' him."

When saying that word, she deliberately bit it very heavily, so that by the time Luo Yan was still savoring what "yellow-haired woman" meant, he realized that the wheel had already rolled over his face.

"Mom!!!"

Looking at Serena, who was giggling, Mia stomped her feet in anger, looking like she was about to cry.

Looking at the tears of grievance hanging on her daughter's eyes, Serena hugged her dotingly and comforted her.

"Alright alright, be good... I was just joking, don't take it to heart, I won't snatch your toy, hee hee."

Was that really comforting someone?

Luo Yan made a helpless expression, looked around, and moved his steps calmly.

He didn't exclude being watched by everyone's eyes, but he didn't want to be involved in strange rumors.

It seems that most of the people in the Partridge family are not normal.

But then again.

From the perspective of a human, who in the whole Hell is normal?

Just when Luo Yan was thinking about how to pass this time before the party started, a Fear Demon with a smile walked toward him.

Although that guy looked scary, his tone was full of flattery.

"Respected Mr. Luo Yan, Demon King of Thunder County, my name is Winodun, Count of the Screaming Abyss generation, I wonder if I can have the honor of having a drink with you?"

Those copper-bell-sized eyes flashed with anticipation, just like Xino Dragon, that silly guy.

Luo Yan nodded with a smile.

"Of course."

Today's Thunder County Labyrinth is no longer the rotten land that everyone was afraid of, and he is no longer the Bronze Demon King that no one knew. This time, in addition to striving for more resources from Hell, he also planned to make more friends in the Demon Capital, and the Partridge family just provided him with a good stage.

Just when Luo Yan was walking in the center of the Demon Capital's vanity fair, a pair of gloomy eyes watched his back.

Obviously, even if the Demon King of Thunder County was welcomed by the upper-class society of the Demon Capital, not every demon welcomed this overly shining political star...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 237 =====