The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

Upon returning to Miracle Workshop, Sophie immediately demonstrated her talent.

She carefully examined every corner of the workshop, offering suggestions from time to time, each suggestion revealing her profound understanding of the etiquette of the upper class.

"The decorations here are too simple, darling."

Sophie pointed to the display case, her finger lightly tracing the wooden edge.

"It needs some delicate lace and ribbons to embellish it. Just like a noble lady's dressing table, it needs exquisite decorations to show her taste."

Her voice always carried a natural elegance, as if she were born to belong to high society. It felt like the mechanical workshop had gained an air of high society after she arrived.

A very dazzling light.

Angel followed behind her, her blue eyes filled with admiration: "Sister Sophie knows so much!"

Irene frowned. She felt that Angel was being incredibly disloyal.

"Of course, my dear." Sophie smiled and gently stroked Angel's head, her movements soft and elegant. "The manners and taste of high society need to be cultivated from a young age. You know, a girl who has met the Queen can immediately change from being under the legal marriage age to being eligible to marry."

What a little-known fact!

As X watched the two of them interact, he secretly shook his head.

Don't corrupt my innocent angel.

We still need Elena to keep a close eye on this blonde vixen.

Aside from that, Sophie perfectly met X's needs.

However… X couldn’t help but have a ulterior motive.

"Sophie, you seem very knowledgeable about high society etiquette?" Ax asked, feigning curiosity. "Is it from your long experience hosting nobles?"

"Of course, my dear, oh, Sir Axe."

Sophie turned gracefully, her skirt tracing a perfect arc in the air.

"Social etiquette is the core of life. Angel, do you know the etiquette of introduction? You cannot speak to another person without being introduced. When introducing someone, the person of lower social status is introduced to the nobleman, while women are always introduced to men, regardless of social class."

Ax didn't seem to care much about these rules.

In reality, only truly ancient and rigid nobles would care about whether someone is one of their own kind.

People of the lower and middle classes, and even some nobles, don't actually have that many rules to follow.

It seems that Sophie has only encountered extremely ancient noble families...

Angel's eyes widened: "Wow! Isn't that so unfair?"

"That's the social norm in high society, my dear," Sophie chuckled. "Similar etiquette includes—the card etiquette. When you arrive in a town, you need to hand out your card to everyone so that acquaintances know you've arrived. The recipient usually returns the favor within a week by visiting or sending a card back. Married women give three cards to others, one for themselves and two for their husbands, one for the male head of the household and one for the female head of the household."

Angel listened intently, her little mouth slightly open: "Sister Sophie, you know so much!"

Elena stood to the side, her expression shifting from wariness to surprise.

She also had to admit that Sophie did indeed possess extraordinary talent and a deep knowledge base.

Even though Irene herself had learned a lot from Catherine, she was not a true noblewoman after all.

Sophie's words conveyed only one word: orthodox!

"So, how do you view the relationship between our workshop and high society?" Ax asked.

“A workshop can be a salon for high society, my dear,” Sophie said, turning gracefully. “It requires the most exquisite products, the most elegant presentation, and most importantly—to give the aristocracy the most dignified experience. And I happen to excel at all of that.”

Talking without doing proves nothing.

Therefore, the next day, Ax arranged a trial operation to see how Sophie would handle things.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated. Sophie stood inside the doorway, her long golden hair gleaming softly in the morning light. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, as if trying to catch the footsteps of every passerby.

"Good morning, dear Sir." Sophie bowed gracefully to Axe, her skirt tracing a perfect arc. "I am ready to welcome today's guests."

X nodded, his gaze sweeping across the interior of the workshop.

The display case has been optimized, with mechanical parts arranged according to size and material, each gleaming with a clean metallic luster.

The newly added glass display case features a walnut jewelry box inlaid with brass, silver gear cufflinks, and a copper paperweight with an astronomical clock, all arranged in a pleasing and orderly fashion—clearly a surprise that Sophie arranged overnight.

Of course, X's help was indispensable in this process.

Sophie suggested adding some goods to truly open the door to high society. Axe, of course, personally purchased some and "made" some more.

Such efficiency prompted Sophie to exclaim in admiration: "My dear Sir, you are the true genius!"

Yes, my achievements today are entirely due to my own relentless efforts!

And a little bit of system help.

At this moment, Angel stood beside her master, her blue eyes curiously observing Sophie's every move.

"Remember, my dear," Sophie whispered to Angel, "a true lady never makes a fuss, nor does she show curiosity in front of guests."

Angel immediately straightened her back, her little face full of seriousness: "I understand, Sister Sophie!"

As for Sophie, Axe really couldn't find anything wrong with her.

"Well then, I'll go and prepare other things," said X. "I'm leaving the workshop to you. I'll check on it from time to time, and I hope you can do everything well."

Sophie bowed gracefully: "Rest assured, my dear Sir. I will make Miracle Workshop the most elegant mechanical workshop in London."

At ten o'clock in the morning, the first guest pushed open the door and entered. She was an elegantly dressed noblewoman, wearing exquisite lace gloves and a jeweled watch on her wrist.

Such a refined noblewoman would not normally enter this miracle workshop.

But perhaps it was the elegant Sophie standing at the door that made the noblewoman feel curious.

"Welcome to Miracle Workshop," Sophie greeted us with a smile, her voice as clear as a silver bell. "How may I help you?"

The noblewoman looked around, her gaze lingering on the display case: "These mechanical parts look very exquisite."

"Yes, madam."

Sophie gracefully stepped aside, leading the lady to the innermost display shelf.

"But we don't just sell parts; we prefer to sell these elegant works of art. Look at this walnut wood mechanical jewelry box—it uses a Swiss-made movement, the surface is engraved with Tudor roses, and a miniature spring mechanism is hidden under the brass clasp."

She took out the goods, gently pressed the clasp, and the lid slowly popped open. The velvet tray inside rose automatically as the gears turned, each compartment just big enough to hold a ring or earring. The bottom was also inlaid with a music box, playing the gentle melody of "The Flower of Scotland".

"My dear lady, placing your sapphire necklace here not only protects it from dust and moisture, but if you open it at afternoon tea next time, it will surely make you the envy of your sisters."

The noblewoman had only come in to take a look, but now she was truly captivated.