The Girl Who Takes the Initiative to Chat

Chapter 36 The Girl Who Takes the Initiative to Chat

Ferren's face hardened, his smile vanished, and he said seriously, "That's not right of you. If you offend him, don't blame me for letting you leave!"

"I'm sorry, I know what to do." The young nobleman quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake. If he were to be driven out by Ferren and such a shameful thing happened, he would never be able to hold his head high in the circle again.

He and several others shared the same thought: they couldn't understand why Ferren valued that country bumpkin Alphonse so much.

Just then, a servant outside the hall called out loudly, "Lord Tartarus has entered!"

All eyes were focused on the entrance to the banquet hall.

The announcement was different; when others came, they were the eldest son, second son, or young lady of the XXX family.

But Alphonse was a powerful lord with a title, far more powerful than anyone else present.

With shouts, Alphonse walked into the banquet hall.

All the noble young masters and ladies were taken aback.

The person is still the same, but Alphonse always tries to put on a noble demeanor, yet he is somewhat timid, and always has a fawning smile on his face.

Now he has changed completely. His cold and stern expression seems to carry an indescribable sense of authority, and even the way he walks is full of power.

How could he not exude authority? In his previous life, Alphonse held a high position, and when he became serious, his imposing presence naturally shone through.

As the leader of a religion, he naturally walks with a steady and graceful gait, unlike some young idols in period dramas in modern society who sway and stagger when they walk, lacking any poise.

As for his cold expression, it's because he's been practicing internal energy for a day, which has made him very irritable and prone to anger. As he nears completion, the side effects are becoming more pronounced.

"Welcome, my friend!" Ferren put down his wine glass, smiled, and stepped forward to give Alphonse a warm hug.

"I'm late, sorry." Alphonse returned the smile, but inwardly he was wondering what was going on.

I could hear voices coming from inside the banquet hall as soon as I was outside.

With his inner energy becoming stronger, his five senses also became much more acute, and he would always pay attention when he heard someone mention his name.

I did vaguely hear Feren speaking for me. Could I have been mistaken about him?

"It's not too late." Ferren smiled warmly, and without him even having to call out, a servant came over with a tray.

Ferren took a glass of wine from the tray, handed it to Alphonse, and led him to the table. "Now that you've inherited the title, your whole demeanor is different."

"I don't feel any change," Alphonse replied with a smile.

"Of course you can't tell," Ferren raised his glass. "Let's drink to our friendship."

Alphonse held his wine glass and clinked it against his own, taking a small sip.

It has a sweet and sour taste with a slight astringency.

It really doesn't taste very good.

There's no need to drink it all at once.

"You've come all this way, you must be hungry, right? Why don't you grab something to eat?" Ferren said.

"Okay." Alphonse was indeed hungry. He had rushed out early in the morning and hadn't stopped along the way. He had some bread and jerky for lunch.

There are waiters at the table who cut the meat for the guests.

Alphonse didn't stand on ceremony. He pointed out a few meat dishes, and after the waiter cut them, he took the plate, picked up a fork, and forked a few slices of sausage and a fried egg, filling the plate to the brim.

His behavior prompted those who followed him to curse him inwardly.

A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin, still as rude as ever!

Alphonse didn't care about aristocratic manners; filling his stomach was more important.

"How have you been lately?" Ferren asked.

"It's alright," Alphonse replied while chewing his food.

"I heard you broke off your engagement with Miss Monica?"

"Yes." Alphonse nodded.

She had some doubts in her mind. She hadn't told anyone about the annulment of the engagement, and apart from her mother and Mia, not many people knew about it. How did Feren find out?

Could it be that the Swood family spread the news?

Ferren gave a mysterious smile and lowered his voice, "Take a look at the ladies here. Which one catches your eye? I'll set you up."

"Not interested." Alphonse just wanted Ferren to leave quickly and not disturb his meal.

As the host, what's the point of him sitting next to me all the time during a dinner party?

You can't hit a smiling face, and if he asks you a question, you have to answer it yourself, which is quite troublesome.

Another shout rang out from outside the hall, "The eldest son of the Auster family, Lord Hilder Auster, has entered!"

Upon hearing this announcement, Ferren raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, I'll take my leave for a moment."

"Go ahead, don't worry about me." Alphonse heard the surname sound familiar, and after a moment's thought, he remembered that it was the backer of his family's creditor, the Earl of Auster's family.

Looking over, Hilde was a chubby, fair-skinned man who was about 1.6 meters tall, and his clothes were quite gorgeous.

Judging from Feren's enthusiastic demeanor, it would be no exaggeration to describe him as a master of social graces.

Alphonse didn't pay much attention; no one was paying attention to him, which made it convenient for him to enjoy his meal.

Although the cooking skills in this other world are not as good as those in the Central Plains, they have their own unique flavor.

When you're hungry, anything tastes good.

Suddenly, a girl in a light pink dress walked up with a wine glass in her hand.

Alphonse assumed she was going to get food and stepped aside.

The young woman put down her wine glass at the table, lifted the sides of her long skirt, and gave Alphonse a slight bow.

"It's an honor to meet you. I'm from the Sykes family, and my name is Amelanda."

Alphonse was certain that he did not know this petite noblewoman and had no recollection of ever seeing her.

After taking a closer look, Amelanda's appearance was not bad. She looked quite sweet and cute, but her eyes and brows also carried a hint of bewitching charm. Her thick eyelashes fluttered lightly like butterfly wings when she blinked her eyes.

Her evening gown was unique, flowing gracefully to the ground and subtly revealing her fair shoulders. The cuffs settled perfectly below her shoulders, making her skin appear sculpted.

The neckline presents a V-shape, neither too low nor too low, yet cleverly outlining the charm of the inner curves, leaving much to the imagination.

The fact that it's both revealed and concealed only makes people want to find out more.

Her innocence and allure are perfectly combined, making her a very charming young woman.

But in Alphonse's eyes, they were just so-so; it wasn't like he hadn't seen beautiful women before.

The wives from my past life were all beauties carefully selected by the Six Lineages of the Holy Sect. Each of them had their own strengths, and none of them were not exceptionally beautiful.

He wouldn't turn into a lecherous jerk just because he sees a pretty girl.

"Hello." Alphonse said, holding the plate, not intending to return the greeting.

Amelanda smiled reservedly. "Our family isn't very well-known. My father, Baron Sykes, is a businessman."

(End of this chapter)