"Writer?" Audrey observed Glainert's reaction, asking casually.
This was a normal topic, and she did not shy away from mentioning the lady-in-waiting, Anne, who was standing beside her.
Glainert straightened up and chuckled:
"Yes, I think you must have read her works. The recently widely praised 'Storm Hill Manor'."
"I like this book, especially the calm Miss-Sissi." Audrey replied with a gentle smile.
At the same time, she rolled her eyes inwardly at her own hypocrisy.
This was because her recent hobby was not novels at all. Her reading progress of 'Storm Hill Manor' had stalled at one-third and had been stuck for nearly a month.
Since joining the Tarot Club and meeting the powerful Fool, becoming a true extraordinary person, she had been integrating the mysterious knowledge she had learned and systematically studying psychological content. She lacked sufficient interest in other matters.
As the Marquis Glainert led Audrey towards the living room with sofas, he said with a smiling face:
"Well, I'm sure you'll have a good impression of Mrs. Forsyth-Wal, because she is just like Miss-Sissi in the 'Storm Hill Manor', calm, wise, and lazy."
"Also, my dear Audrey, would you like to play the piano for us later? This is the best praise for literature and novels."
Audrey looked at Glainert's profile and sensed the desire to show off in his expression and tone.
He wants me to be his showcase... Audrey thought, as if she had just met this friend for the first time.
She maintained an elegant smile and said:
"My music teacher, Mr. Vicanar, believes that my recent level has significantly declined and I need more practice."
"OK." Glainert was about to say something when he suddenly saw a lady coming to the long table to get dessert. "Audrey, this is Mrs. Forsyth-Wal, the author of 'Storm Hill Manor'."
Audrey looked up and saw that the Mrs. Forsyth was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, about 1.65 meters tall. She was wearing a yellow, frilly stand-up dress, with her brown hair flowing in a slight curl, and her light blue eyes turned towards Glainert after his introduction, carrying a hint of playful and indulgent smile.
In just three seconds of observation, Audrey noticed many small details:
"Mrs. Forsyth has yellowish marks on her fingers... She likes smoking cigarettes..."
"The position where she holds the pen has obvious thick calluses, which is consistent with the author's identity..."
"Her arm movements indicate that she has good strength. This is not a characteristic that a writer should have, unless she loves exercising or is born this way, or has previously engaged in another profession..."
"The style of 'Storm Hill Manor' she presents is calm, rational, and precise, which should have some connection with her previous occupation..."
"Her current eyes and expression are very relaxed, giving off a feeling of looking down on me and Glainert. Is this a psychological advantage that extraordinary people have over ordinary people?"
"If she was discovered to be an extraordinary person by Glainert by chance, she would definitely have some awkwardness and unease, because it's impossible to predict the reaction and subsequent development of the other party, and the unknown will bring fear." "... "This shows that it was she who initiated contact with Glairint and had already known our hobbies beforehand, having a certain grasp of what was to come..."
"Why would an extraordinary person initiate contact with Glairint? For financial assistance? Or for some extraordinary materials hidden in the treasury? Or perhaps there was something they wanted help with..."
At this moment, Glairint was introducing to Fors the following:
"Lady, this is Miss Audrey, the most dazzling gem of Beckland. Her father is Earl Holber, an upper house member highly trusted by the king and respected by the nobility."
"Good afternoon, Lady Fors, your 'Storm Hill Manor' is still on my bedside table." Audrey bowed strictly in accordance with the rules of nobility.
Then, in her heart, she silently added: That's because I haven't finished reading it after a month...
Fors replied briefly with a nod:
"Good afternoon, Miss Audrey, your beauty truly impressed me. I think I already have the material for the next novel, ah, and Lord Glairint also praised you for having outstanding musical talent."
In public, the two exchanged a few pleasantries and didn't say much else.
Watching Fors continue towards the dining table, her target was a small cake coated with cream. Audrey turned her gaze away and followed Glairint to the living room.
Recalling the various details she had just seen, Audrey tried to accurately grasp the other person's thoughts, in order to gain the initiative for their subsequent contact.
Taking a step forward, cold and like a neutral spectator, Audrey stepped on the dropped skirt, swaying her body and nearly falling over.
Just then, the personal maid Anne, who had been prepared, supported her and restored her good image.
"Lady, the unique design of this dress requires that you not walk too fast." Anne leaned close to Audrey's ear and whispered a reminder.
"I know." Audrey nodded with a flushed face.
I was too focused on observing others and forgot to pay attention to my feet... She complained in her heart.
In the salon afterwards, Audrey faced the attentive writers, critics, and musicians, maintaining an elegant and sweet smile.
Finally, her cheek muscles began to ache, and she received the hint from Lord Glairint.
After waiting for a few minutes, she used the excuse of going to the bathroom to hold the hem of her skirt, slowly stood up, and left the salon.
After confirming that no one was following her, she turned towards the study on the first floor and told the personal maid Anne:
"I have something to discuss with Lord Glairint. You stay at the door to prevent others from entering."
"Okay." Anne didn't feel strange because she knew that her young lady and Lord Glairint shared the same interests and often had private conversations about mysticism.
Entering the study, she locked the door, and Audrey saw Glairint sitting behind the table, playing with a pen, while Fors. Wol stood in front of the bookshelf, casually flipping through the books.
"Let me introduce again, Lady Fors, a true extraordinary person." Glairint put away the pen and came forward.
"Is that so?" Audrey deliberately showed her doubt.
Fors put the books back to their original place and turned to smile:
"It seems I need to prove myself."
She walked slowly to the door, extended her right hand, and pressed it against the handle.
Suddenly, Audrey's vision blurred, as if Fors. Wol had turned into a phantom and passed through the door.
She was shocked in her heart, concentrated again, and found that Fors. Wol was no longer in the original place.
After a few seconds, the handle turned, and the locked door was opened directly. Fors. Wol smiled as she walked in from outside, and the maid Anne standing not far from the door didn't notice anything that happened behind her back.
"This is truly an amazing ability." Lord Glairint exclaimed.
Audrey took a deep breath and said:
"I have no doubts anymore." Meanwhile, Fors's demonstrated abilities also enabled her to confirm the other person's true thoughts, because neither money nor materials could stop such an extraordinary person.
There was no extraordinary person guarding Glarint's home... Was Fors hoping to use my and Glarint's identities and resources to accomplish something? Audrey tried to act like an observer.
Fors chuckled twice:
"Let's communicate openly. We don't have much time left."
"I used to be a clinic doctor. I became an extraordinary person by chance at some point and have been doing this for over two years now."
"I hope you can do something for me, and the reward I offer is to guide you into the circle of true extraordinary people and sell you the formulas and corresponding materials for certain sequence potions."
Upon hearing such a promise, Glarint couldn't wait to ask:
"What is it?"
"I have a companion who has been imprisoned and is awaiting the final trial. I hope you can rescue her, no matter what method you use." Fors described briefly.
Audrey furrowed her eyebrows slightly:
"Ms. Fors, your demonstrated abilities should be suitable for doing this kind of thing..."
Fors shook her head and smiled:
"No, it's not like that. The places I can enter, she can't. I can only go in often to see her and chat with her."
"And I think rescuing her in an adventurous way is not a good idea. Life is already very short, and there are many things to do."
Audrey observed the other person's face and body language, and carefully asked:
"I understand. What crime did your companion get imprisoned for?"
Fors's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed:
"My companion is actually very respected and is someone one would naturally want to obey. Her character is noble and kind. Well, um, she just took a bit too extreme a method when trying to persuade a certain villain..." ......
After entrusting the task to someone else, Klein maintained his schedule of studying esotericism in the morning and practicing martial arts in the afternoon. His life was so regular that he almost forgot that he was a night watchman, and the "curse" of frequently encountering extraordinary events seemed to have vanished.
Saturday arrived, and it was Klein's turn to be on duty at the Charnis Gate.
"Both the coffee I left here and the tea in the clerical staff office are available for you to enjoy at will," Dunn said, scanning the duty room with his deep grey eyes.
Having already given a reason in advance to explain to his brother and sister, Klein nodded happily and said:
"OK, Captain, you are truly a generous gentleman."
Dunn smiled and said:
"This helps relax your mind. Being too tense is not good for your health."
He took off his hat and carried his walking stick, walking slowly towards the door.
Just before leaving, he suddenly turned around and said:
"Forgot to remind you, no matter what sound you hear, don't open the Charnis Gate unless it is opened from the inside."
"Remember, no matter what sound you hear, no matter what happens."
Captain, if you say this, I will be scared... Klein's spirit tightened immediately, feeling that the darkness beneath was stronger than the elegant gas lamps' light.