NOVPUBSacred Silvervine Arena, second floor.
Internal office area, executive office.
"Let’s go and talk with Countess Rosalinda about the retrieval of our paintings, then we’ll find Nigel,"
Lanci said, holding the doorknob, to Talia standing beside him.
"No problem."
Talia, holding the Little Black Cat, replied.
She was quite satisfied with today’s harvest and had unexpectedly become a Platinum Level Card Maker. Now Xiu Bao could brag outside about how his aunt was a formidable and successful person.
The door opened.
It was a spacious office of about a hundred square meters, the floor crafted from centuries-old oak trees arranged into a Poseen-style pattern. A redwood desk about two meters in diameter was the focal point to the right, where a brass antique oil lamp forged from pure brass sat atop the aged sandalwood desk. But apart from a few parchment documents awaiting signature, no one was sitting there.
"Lanci, Tata, you’re here,"
Countess Rosalinda greeted them from the sofa in the office lounge area, gesturing for them to come over and sit down,
"I’ve prepared cheese coconut pastries!"
Next to the floor lamp with a lampshade made of stained glass stood two distinctly different women seated on the sofa.
Rosalinda was still wearing that meticulously tailored burgundy work outfit.
The woman who appeared to have been talking with her was a younger-looking female with waist-length silver-white hair that cascaded softly down her side like a waterfall.
"Who might this be?"
Lanci asked, walking over with Tata and taking a seat next to Rosalinda.
"My friend, Aitio. She also came to see the last round of the Platinum Level Card Maker evaluation today. And as a former champion of the Sacred Silvervine Arena, she now holds some honorary positions here. For instance, I contact her directly for some of the venue collaboration work,"
Rosalinda introduced.
"Miss Aitio..."
Talia suddenly remembered who she was.
During the Huadu Sacred Cup Servitor Competition, a hot item in Poseen Kingdom, Duke Migaya had once won as an employer, and, after his victory, he gave freedom back to the champion Servitor.
This Aitio was a member of the Demon Race whom Duke Migaya had astutely discovered for her talent, teaching her much knowledge and skills, allowing her to rapidly develop and become exceptionally powerful, gaining her freedom and even becoming the Lord of Demon World’s ninth district.
And Duke Migaya’s reason for participating was simply to make Isatia happy; Isatia enjoyed watching the contests, and sometimes she liked nothing better than to lie down and stir up excitement from the comfort of her own place.
Undoubtedly both Rosalinda and Aitio must be quite familiar with the Duke and Duchess Migaya. 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
"Lanci, Tata, I’m sorry for the recent disturbances in the Poseen Demon World, otherwise, I would have definitely hosted you,"
Aitio said to them.
Though her expression seemed unchanged, her voice was very gentle.
Her eyes were a pale ice blue, clear and bright as crystal, with glimmers of light moving within, almost like flowing iridescence. She wore a pure white lace gown, the wide hem hanging loosely by her side, thin as butterfly wings, with her only jewelry being a simple silver necklace around her neck, her skin as white as falling snow at her throat.
"Not at all, it’s a pleasure to meet you,"
Lanci shook his head and replied.
The Poseen Demon World is now divided among several Demon Race Lords, and they are essentially the highest decision-makers of the Poseen Demon World, directly liaising with the Senate of the Poseen Kingdom.
Lord Perlman of district ten’s banquet was set for tonight, and Lord Aitio from district nine might also attend. Lanci had thought they would meet her later in the evening but didn’t expect to run into her here in advance.
However, at tonight’s banquet, his identity would be that of Rocky McCarthy, and Aitio probably wouldn’t recognize him.
Lords Aitio from district nine and Perlman from district ten were among the most powerful in the Poseen Kingdom.
There was also a human Eighth-order Assassin General, but currently, they had gone to the southern border’s Aquidan Territory. It seemed the movements from the Cerryti Empire were increasingly mysterious, forcing the south to station one of its most powerful in readiness for any trouble from a War God of Bishop-level strength.
"Hyperion didn’t come with you? It seems I’ll only get a chance to see her when I visit Hutton Kingdom,"
Aitio mused wistfully,
Though her expression remained unchanging, the slight shimmer in her eyes was like that of thinking about someone dear.
"Miss Aitio, have you met her?"
Lanci asked curiously.
People who know each other would chat like old friends when they meet.
Meanwhile, Talia had already started quietly indulging in the gift box of cheese coconut pastries Countess Rosalinda had pushed towards her, with layers of flaky pastry and melt-in-the-mouth cheese, the bite revealing the sweet coconut and the tangy, crystal-red, sour hawthorn cake.
"I’ve met her a few times, and we got along quite well,"
Aitio recalled fondly to Lanci.
Talia suddenly became alert, shifting her gaze from the coconut pastry to Aitio. She was rarely aware of Hyperion willing to accept the care of women other than herself.
Her unique status seemed to be challenged.
Lanci glanced at Talia, gesturing her to not panic.
"What’s your opinion on Hyperion?"
Lanci asked Aitio.
Talia listened, feeling as if Lanci was about to ask "Do you want to be Hyperion’s stepmother?", a question full of gossip, yet he really asked it with great tact and politeness.
"I’d really like to give her some motherly care..."
Aitio said frankly.
