The Psychological Problems of the Secret Prayer

Audrey wasn't sure if her observations were correct, so she decided to find other targets to continue training with.

Seeing that the girl wanted to change her object of observation, he escorted Audrey back to her original spot. After the girl politely thanked him, he then extended an invitation to the girl's mother.

"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?"

"Of course, Mr. Maynard."

Lady Catherine was clearly used to all sorts of situations. She nodded to her daughter beside her, placed her hand on Chael's palm, and let him lead her to the dance floor.

Miss Audrey didn't think much of it. She looked away, took a glass of wine from the waiter, and politely declined a man who wanted to ask her to dance.

When Xia'er's older brother noticed the fleeting look of fatigue on Audrey's face, he politely expressed his understanding and even stood beside the young woman to help dissuade other men who wanted to approach.

On the dance floor, Xia Er thought that even during leisure time, he should not forget to strive for progress. He leisurely hummed along to the melody of the music. There were no specific lyrics, no deep emotions, but the tune seemed to be praising the sun.

His voice was very soft, masked by the melody of the music, and only Lady Catherine, who was closest to him, could hear the singer's song. She even received some positive benefits, and her dance steps became more agile.

"Your singing is very beautiful, Mr. Maynard."

Lady Catherine praised him enthusiastically after Chael stopped playing the melody.

The sun's song always makes those who hear it cheerful and brightens their mood.

"I think it goes well with your dazzling blonde hair; they're both things that bring joy."

Xia Er didn't try to be modest, but after singing, she felt a little uncomfortable.

The burning sensation in his throat intertwined with the dark desires growing in his heart, making him suddenly want to tear apart this hypocritical ball etiquette. The Sea King's control over a certain sea area and the clumsy role-playing of reality here made him try his best to suppress the crazy thoughts.

He has a complex quality of being irritable but not irritable.

"That's what I'm proud of."

Lady Catherine was very particular about her hair.

But as she changed her dance steps, her gaze inadvertently swept over her daughter, and a moment of sadness appeared in her eyes.

"However, what I am most proud of now has become my treasure."

The brilliance of the singer remained, and Catherine's anxieties about her age were quickly overshadowed by her love for her daughter.

"It is indeed a gemstone, but we all know that the value of a gemstone does not depend entirely on its quality, but also on the emotions and memories it carries."

"You are more charming than her; this is the charm that your experiences and upbringing have given you."

"If it weren't for etiquette, I would actually prefer to invite you as my opening dance partner."

Chael maintained his breathing rhythm, his words carrying a hint of sincerity.

Miss Justice's eyes were as pure as a mirror, making him reluctant to see himself as he was now.

Although Lady Catherine's eyes were beautiful, the passage of time had stained them with color, making it impossible for him to see his current self.

He began to distract himself, wondering whether praying to the eternal sun would make him a qualified singer or a qualified cryptic supplicant.

"You are such a considerate gentleman."

Admittedly, the lady seemed quite pleased with Chael's somewhat blunt words.

"That's because I know exactly what I'm doing. Inviting you to dance naturally means I want to consider your feelings, not make you uncomfortable. Otherwise, why wouldn't I just pick up the plate and use the food on the table to please my stomach?"

Xia'er's tone became exaggerated, reminding himself what he was doing.

In the presence of this more mature noblewoman, he became somewhat reluctant to maintain the etiquette of social interactions.

His self-perception began to become somewhat distorted.

The conflict between the two extraordinary properties of low-sequence types exacerbates the sense of disjointedness in spacetime.

"Um?"

Lady Catherine hummed in agreement, realizing that Xia Er had more to say.

"I'd like to ask if you've ever heard of the Dawn Rooster?"

"If you have any clues about the red comb or blood of the Dawn Rooster, I will try my best to say some nice things."

Xia Er simply steered the conversation toward the extraordinary world, no longer wanting to discuss topics of praise for beauty and quality.

This is the extraordinary material required for Solar Pathway Sequence 7.

The Hall family has the blood of the Ghost Shark, and Earl Hall is the third largest shareholder of the Intis Suchite Bank, so it is very likely that they also have this material.

Whether she had heard of it or not, Mrs. Catherine should have heard of it to some extent, and she could easily kill the conversation.

"Is this why you invited me to dance?"

Upon hearing Xia Er inquire about extraordinary materials, Lady Catherine's gentle gaze deepened.

"no."

Xia Er shook his head. Although he had expected it, that look still annoyed him. What did the Hall family have to do with him?

Lady Catherine remained silent, but her eyes were filled with distrust and wariness. Shael's question, in Rune's words, was somewhat presumptuous. Their relationship had not yet reached the point where he could directly inquire about her, and there was a lack of necessary groundwork.

"Okay, that was just to mislead you. What I really want is something much purer."

Xia Er suddenly smiled, thinking he might have ulterior motives, and lightly swiped twice on the inside of her palm.

I felt something strange in my palm.

Lady Catherine's scrutinizing gaze paused, and her index finger, adorned with a ring, curled slightly.

"Madam, what do you think?"

With a mischievous grin, Xia Er moved closer, using his height advantage to create the illusion of being very close.

"No..."

Looking into that intimidating gaze, Catherine inexplicably felt a little hesitant and took a slight step back. However, Chael continued to hold her hand as if in a dance, following the rhythm and preventing her from creating any distance as she wished.

"I just wanted to ask around."

"If you have any leads, madam, the price is negotiable."

"If you wish to sell, Madam, I would be delighted and look forward to it."

Chael didn't continue; instead, she stopped walking to the rhythm of the music.

He's really getting worse as he gets older.

"Do you need me to send you back to where you were?"

He stepped back half a step and asked politely.

"Um."

Mrs. Catherine nodded slightly. She had calmed down by now and looked at the somewhat strange young man with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Let's go then."

"You don't need to misunderstand..."

Charles led Lady Catherine back. Having witnessed the broken windows theory, Catherine had lowered her guard against Charles somewhat. Hearing Charles's words, she now felt that perhaps he simply wanted to see the dawn...

"I'm just teasing you."

"Anyway, you are a mature lady. Even if you are surprised, you won't lose your composure, and it won't cause you any psychological trauma. You have seen too many men, so you won't take this little scene to heart, and you won't even stoop to the level of a boy like me who could be your son."

"So, I'm flirting with you, openly and without your consent..."

Chael uttered some impolite words in a low voice.

He could deny it or explain that he hadn't done anything specific.

But suddenly he didn't want to deny it, he disdained to lie, what was there to be ashamed of?

He was just flirting with her; only a good-for-nothing like him wouldn't admit it.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Xia Er raised her hand and tapped her head lightly.

Is this guy crazy? Don't get all cocky in front of me for no reason!

Isn't it obvious whether this is right or wrong?

"It seems I shouldn't sing."

Chael found a reason: he sensed that the Singer and the Mystic were fighting, and accidentally kicked him and punched Lady Catherine.

He quickly thought of how to solve the problem.

I'm going to the orphanage in Backlund tomorrow.

Look at the innocent goodness and innocent evil of the orphans?

Can we use these "mirrors" to reflect on ourselves?

In a short period of time, Xia Er had already developed a psychotherapy plan.

Lady Catherine looked at Xia Er's somewhat inexplicable actions and words, and for a moment she did not dare to make any rash moves, for fear of provoking her. She was not afraid that the other party had malice, but if the other party had mental problems, that would be truly terrifying.

"I apologize, but my last words were somewhat personal and have nothing to do with you."

"I might have wanted to... never mind, just take it as me teasing you."

Xia Er thought for a moment, too lazy to explain, and simply admitted it.

He didn't know how Klein managed to become a god within three years while still maintaining his original intentions.

He felt like he was already breaking down at only Sequence 9.

My thinking is clear, but I'm not quite sure where I stand.

"It's alright. In fact, you're quite polite compared to other impolite gentlemen I've met."

Catherine pinched Xia'er's fingertips hard, wanting to see if Xia'er would become irritable or show any obvious abnormalities.

Chael simply smiled apologetically at her, his icy lake-blue eyes gleaming with golden light, as if the sun were shining upon them, bringing courage and strength to those who saw them.

Catherine suddenly felt less nervous, her mind gradually calmed down, her thoughts became more active, and she was less inclined to think about the dark side.

She recalled that although Xia Er's words were very offensive, his tone was too calm and his voice too soft. Combined with his young face, they didn't have much of a threat.

Thinking about it carefully, this is a public place, and the other party's mother and family are all there. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. She's not young anymore, and it's impossible for her to mean that.

This was definitely a good-natured joke; the other person noticed her age of worry and was trying to comfort her.

"Hehe, you're right. I'm old enough to be your mother. I really shouldn't stoop to your level."

Although Mrs. Catherine asked tentatively, her fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip, clearly indicating that she was reluctant to bring up the issue of age, as it was a sensitive topic for her.

"Do I have to bluntly tell you that I want to invite you to cheat on me before you believe you didn't mishear?"

"Be confident. The radiance in your heart has never faded. I've always felt that people age too quickly, but if your heart is still young, your body is like someone who can't wait to get off work. I can selectively ignore the wrinkles around your eyes and discover other beautiful aspects of you."

Chael blinked, his long eyelashes casting long shadows. He was seriously considering whether to have a spiritual relationship with Lady Catherine. The feeling of being with his mother behind Miss Justice's back was somewhat decadent, and it made him want to try it.

Lady Catherine's breathing quickened slightly. The change in the other party's attitude was somewhat abrupt, yet it seemed to possess a kind of bewitching attraction. Her finger, adorned with the ring, felt uncomfortable, and she nervously looked at Xia'er's reaction.

"Don't be nervous, just treat it as normal casual conversation. You guys probably talk even wilder in private."

Xia Er didn't know what Catherine was nervous about; their voices were hidden in the music and wouldn't be heard.

Catherine was taken aback for a moment, but she was no longer nervous and completely relaxed.

"You can take your time to learn more about the aristocratic circles in Intis. Also, don't mention age again, or you'll really piss me off, Mr. Maynard."

Catherine rolled her eyes at Xia Er. At first, she thought something was wrong, but after acting impulsively, she regretted it a little. It turned out that this was a novice who didn't understand 'tacit understanding', and she had worried for nothing.

"Intis's circle?"

"What's the use? If it's going to be direct, this is direct enough, isn't it?"

Seeing Catherine's reaction, Xia Er glanced at the finger with the ring in a daze, but he didn't feel regret. When the two walked to the edge of the ball, in a moment when no one was paying attention, he put his arm around her waist and asked.

Don't you think your behavior is ridiculous?

"If you want a hug, I can grant your wish."

Catherine looked at Xia Er speechlessly.

"A touch of morbid humor, perhaps."

"I'm being a little malicious," Xia Er said, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over a large golden retriever that was watching them. He then smiled at Susie.

"Who are you trying to impress?"

Mrs. Catherine originally thought that Xia Er was trying to be clever and create some trouble for himself, but then she saw her daughter's pet dog watching them, and she looked at Xia Er with a somewhat subtle expression.

"Let your dog be the audience tonight."

"It didn't come up and bite me, that's good."

As Xia Er released his grip, Susie's calm expression made him feel like something was missing.

Does this seem normal to a dog?

Lady Catherine remained silent, but her gaze towards Shael deepened with pity. She carefully chose her words as she spoke:

"I've heard that extraordinary individuals may experience some psychological problems. You could seek help from a bishop at the church."

"I will."

"This definitely requires some reliable seniors to provide some correct guidance."

Xia Er rubbed her cheeks.

The way Goshinam instructs him—indulging him whatever he wants, letting him experience everything so he'll understand everything—is poison to Xia'er right now.

That is indeed effective. Having seen everything, one will naturally maintain a calm mind. However, it certainly won't achieve that effect in a short period of time.

He needs to first establish a set of principles, a set of life principles that are applicable to all environments, regardless of strength or weakness, and regardless of where one is.

"It's good that you can listen to me."

Lady Catherine beckoned to the messenger, took a glass of champagne from the tray he was carrying, the glass reflecting the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She paused for a moment, then handed the champagne to Charles and ordered another glass for herself.

"Weakness is not an obstacle to survival; arrogance is."

"Perhaps the bishop can offer me some assistance."

"And if I go to the bishop myself, you will keep it a secret, and neither of us will be embarrassed."

Chael took a sip of champagne, feeling that he was just missing an anchor.

Are we all guardians, or a group of pitiful creatures constantly facing madness?

That statement won't work; that's Klein's anchor point.

He wasn't a guardian; he was a time traveler.

Catherine was somewhat surprised, not by the famous quote from Emperor Roselle.

What she didn't expect was that this young man actually intended to confess to the church's bishop.

"My dear, the environment of the seminary may have made you somewhat unfamiliar with some of the rules of social circles, but your faith in the goddess is something even more precious."

"If you take the initiative to seek help from the bishop, then I will forget about what happened today."

Lady Catherine didn't press the matter; she was a respectable person and even took the initiative to use a more intimate form of address.

Of course she would forget what happened before, but she had been led by the nose the whole time, so how could she let this kid off so easily!

"Also, you're wrong about one thing."

Upon hearing this, Xia Er looked at the larger version of Miss Justice, and a pure smile, exactly like Audrey's, suddenly appeared on her lips.

What is she laughing at?

Chael frowned slightly. Before he could understand what it meant, Lady Catherine had already pulled him into her arms, the base notes of her iris perfume carrying the warmth of her body accumulated over the years.

This time, without the perfect moment chosen by the cryptic initiator through inspiration, many guests at the banquet witnessed this scene.

"This is a privilege that time bestows upon women."

Lady Catherine's fingertips lightly brushed across the back of his neck, her tone full of smug satisfaction at having won back the score. "You should show respect to your elders."

Xia'er found it hard to understand for a moment that a middle-aged woman who was used to socializing would do such a thing.

Just then, the orchestral music in the banquet hall shifted to a lyrical slow movement. Kelsarinf patted Chael on the back and then quickly separated, with a gentle smile like that of an elder blessing a younger person.

The guests were initially puzzled, but then they realized what was going on when they saw Lady Catherine paint a crimson moon.

Mrs. Maynard and the women around her exchanged glances—in Loen tradition, this signifies a blessing bestowed upon the younger generation in the name of the goddess.

Now is the time of party transition, and the new party has naturally reached a consensus to compete with the Conservative Party for more parliamentary seats.

Mrs. Maynard hosted this banquet specifically to garner more support for her husband in Tingen. Mrs. Hall's willingness to bring her daughter to the banquet already represented certain attitudes of the Hall family, and now it was just a more Ruhnn-style expression of support.

Looking at his still-once-wearing clergy robe, Xia Er could only draw a crimson moon, giving the woman in front of him a look that said, "I give up."

This time, the other party managed to salvage their dignity, which had almost fallen to the ground.

On the other side, Audrey looked at Susie with a questioning gaze, asking, "What happened?"

Susie shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand; she was just a dog.