Saturday night, 8 p.m.

Klein rode his high-end carriage and arrived at 39 Böklund Street—Member of Parliament Macht’s house—in two and a half minutes

After stealing a glance at the lit fountain that was sloshing with water, he buttoned his tailcoat and walked down the carriage before strolling to the house’s main entrance.

Richardson held an exquisitely packaged bottle of Southville red wine and followed closely behind his employer.

After walking through the main door, Klein instantly saw Member of Parliament Macht and his wife, Riana, walk over to welcome him.

The former was wearing an olive-green army officer uniform with an orange-red sash around his waist and a few medals hanging from his chest. In the Loen Kingdom, serving and retired officers enjoyed wearing their military uniforms at balls.

The latter was wearing a yellow long dress with frilly sides and rarely-seen, exquisite lace, making her look different from unmarried ladies. However, she also partially exposed her fair neck and her shoulders.

Klein took the bottle of Southville red wine from Richardson’s hand and handed it to Member of Parliament Macht before saying with a bow, “Sorry, I’m late by a few minutes.”

This was actually a common situation at Loen balls. Guests would rather be late by a certain amount of time than be early. This was because the masters of the house might still be busy with the final preparations with the ball. It was the worst time for them to entertain guests, but of course, one had to ensure that they weren’t late by more than ten minutes.

If Wahana hadn’t specially taught him this, Klein would’ve definitely come early as a form of respect.

“It’s fine. The ball hasn’t officially begun.” Macht glanced at the Southville red wine as he handed it to his valet before nodding with a smile.

At Loen’s high society engagements, one had to bring a gift for the master if it was their first time attending a ball. Alcoholic beverages were the most welcomed, but one had to keep in mind that the first gift had to be something locally produced.

After greeting Macht, Klein looked towards Ma’am Riana and saw that she had slightly raised her right hand. Hence, he took one step forward and lifted her palm and bent his back to kiss it.

“You illuminate the entire ball.”

Before the ball began, complimenting the masters of the house was a necessary step in Loen social events. And unlike Intis, Loen’s hand-kissing etiquette required the lady to gesture that it was possible before a gentleman could do the kiss; otherwise, it would be a serious faux pas.

“Likewise for your arrival,” Ma’am Riana replied with a smile.

the corridor and

a few steps forward, Maury Macht pointed

“My daughter, Hazel.”

the girl as his pupils

He knew this girl!

precise, he had seen her

mirror had indicated a scene of an arrogant lady loitering in the sewers, and she was none other than Hazel Macht. She was a

Was she searching for something or waiting for something in the sewers? She has already become a Beyonder? How did she become one? Could it be that she has a Grandpa parasitizing in her body? Klein,

“Good evening, Miss Hazel.”

a glance at Hazel Macht’s face and discovered that she wore a composed look. There was an arrogance in her eyes, and all she did was smile politely and

certain for now, and I’ll have to continue observing… Klein stood up straight as he took a cup of pale-gold champagne from a waiter’s tray. He then began chatting

you to be a

the epaulet on

was also a Beyonder, but it was hard to

to the army’s higher-ups to design a uniform for West Balam and to get rid of the

for the enlisted soldiers, most of them wore red tops and white

he had been to the Southern Continent, and he had been to either East or West Balam to corroborate his

while standing by the railings facing the main door and said, “Thank you everyone for coming to our ball. First, let

they softly praised the Goddess. The other guests also praised the deities they believed in via their own

as he said with a smile, “Second, a toast to the kingdom.

Klein raised his cup of champagne and spoke with the other

surveyed the area and asked humorously, “Finally, what shall we

smile, “A toast to the improvement of the

as he couldn’t

That’s a great

toast to the improvement of Backlund’s air. This is a symbol of us living

political ideals as a House of Commons Member of Parliament. He had ultimately been pushing for the corresponding bills, and he had played a significant role in the improvement of the environment. Therefore, toasting to the improvement in Backlund’s air was equivalent to toasting to himself. It was more euphemistic and

in a spirited burst as they finished the drinks in their

they went down to the hall. They then

began finding their first partners to dance. Klein took another cup of

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