Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 220 Bargaining
At the same time, the distant northern continent seemed peaceful and safe. Men and women were doing their work as usual, politicians were sitting together and talking about their ideas, and ladies were walking around the banquet with wine glasses in their hands.

The crimson wine swayed in the glass, swaying slightly with the crisp clinking sound. The ladies and young ladies talked in low voices, and the private words were carried through the air into the sensitive ears of the witch.

Triss leaned against the railing, looking far away at the men and women dancing on the dance floor below. Edessac was the absolute focus of the crowd, with many men and women gathered around him.

"Ms. Triss."

The female voice came again, causing Triss's body to stiffen slightly. Her fingers holding the red wine turned white as she gripped the stem of the glass tightly.

She turned around and saw a high-level witch with black hair and blue eyes slowly walking towards her with a smile on her lips. "Don't worry, it will go smoothly."

Things that are going both ways will always go smoothly to the end and then have a happy ending.

"I don't have one, you know." Triss's eyes swept over the amethyst ring on her right ring finger, and a slight smile appeared on her face. "Thank you very much for your help."

"And Mr. Mellis," Eve reminded.

"Oh, yes." Triss's face showed a hint of apology, as if she was ashamed of her forgetfulness. She cooperated and said, "And Mr. Melis, I am very grateful for his help."

As she spoke, she looked downstairs at the man standing not far from Edsac, his mature face showing an expression of happiness.

The girl withdrew her gaze, and gently placed her right hand on the railing, with a look of faint sadness, as if a lake under the moonlight always inspires people's poetic inspiration, makes people fall into self-pity and sadness, and makes the group of men and women who are secretly observing her intoxicated.

Triss...

Edessak was always intoxicated by Triss. Before he met her, he had never thought that he would love a girl like this. He experienced the feeling of love, which was a complete indulgence. All irrationality became natural.

He smiled and nodded to the guest, then casually placed the wine glass on the servant's tray and walked quickly towards her.

"Triss..."

Edsac put his arm around her shoulders lovingly and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Triss's face still had a hint of sadness, but the smile on the corner of her mouth made her look even more endearing. "I'm just a little tired, Edessak. I'm sorry."

"No, it's not your fault. Go and rest for a while." Edsac looked up at Eve beside him and said, "Miss Eve, please take care of Triss."

"It's my pleasure." Eve lifted her skirt, bent her knees slightly and performed a standard etiquette to Edsak, then took Triss from Edsak's arms and took Triss into an empty lounge.

After entering the room, Triss shook off her original tiredness, stood up straight and walked around the room, her eyes constantly moving left and right. She quickly walked to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out three candles.

"Need not."

Eve's voice came from behind. Triss turned around and saw an exceptionally beautiful face suddenly appear in her sight. Her body subconsciously wanted to take a half step back, but her mind stopped her abruptly. She hadn't known when that high-ranking witch had come so close behind her, and she hadn't noticed at all.

At this distance, he doesn't even need to stretch out his hand, he can just lift it up and strangle me... This thought suddenly appeared in Triss's mind, as if her brain had surrendered to the other party. The Backlund Grand Theater and the current scene kept flashing in her mind. She didn't know whether this was the influence of the amethyst ring or if her brain had lost control.

Eve tilted her head and smiled, as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual about the other person. She bent down, reached out and pulled Triss up, bringing her to the sofa. "Rest here for a while, Miss Triss."

Triss sat obediently on the sofa, her left hand constantly stroking the ring on her right ring finger. She raised her head and said tentatively, "I really like Miss Eve's gift."

"As long as Miss Triss likes it," He replied.

Triss pursed her lips, pinched the amethyst ring with two fingers, and continued, "I specially ordered a necklace for this ring."

As she spoke, she spread out her right hand and moved it up to her neck, where she wore a simple silver necklace without too much decoration. It held a blue diamond. But if you looked closely, you would find that the diamond had many intricate patterns, which were intertwined without appearing messy, adding a mysterious and gorgeous color to the necklace. It matched the simple amethyst ring very well, but the sapphire ring of similar color on her index finger matched it even better. Against the backdrop of the two, the amethyst looked out of place.

"It and your eyes..."

"Ms. Triss."

Eve chuckled and interrupted Triss. She leaned back on the sofa, her posture relaxed and comfortable, as if she was the master of the place. "You can just say it directly."

The witch, who seemed to be composed of all the beauty in the world, shook her head helplessly and spread her hands. This movement and expression made the gentle-looking girl appear a bit naive. "Every time I think, it seems like I can hear my brain wailing."

Triss was stunned for a moment, a look of embarrassment flashing across her face, but she quickly put it away. Many thoughts emerged and sank into her mind one by one. She did not completely believe the other party's words. Sequence 8 of the Witch Path was the "instigator", but she still cooperated and expressed her needs.

"I want to take off the ring of the Gnosis Society." Triss raised her hand and showed Eve the sapphire ring on her right index finger. Next to it was the amethyst ring given by Eve.

"can."

Triss's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the high-level witch opposite in shock and surprise, as if she had heard something impossible. She didn't expect Eve to agree so readily. This was an item given by the "Original Witch"!

Who is she!
"But not now," Eve added.

This sentence actually made Triss feel a little relieved. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "When can I have it?"

"One month, or two months," Eve raised her chin slightly, as if thinking about something, and said casually, "I think you can accept this time, right?"

It is indeed acceptable. Triss has been wearing this ring for quite some time and can wait for such a long time. One or two months is completely acceptable to her, but it would be better if it could be faster. The longer it takes, the more likely accidents will happen.

Her selfishness and the cunning of the instigator made her want to try to bargain and get more benefits.

(End of this chapter)