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"You...you...you're not Xia En, who are you?!"

Beside the carriage, Ronan stared wide-eyed, unable to control his expression for a moment.

Is this incredibly handsome guy my best buddy?

I don't accept this!!!

Xia En patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

If Ronan were standing next to me tonight, he would most likely only be a supporting character.

This is no way.

Appearance is something you're born with.

at the same time.

Lucius and Eileen came down from upstairs.

The carriage they had ordered arrived.

The carriage was painted deep red, with gold decorations on the doors, and the interior was more spacious and sturdy.

In terms of quality alone, it is far superior to Ronan's carriage.

Lucius tipped his hat to Shane, then got into the car with Eileen.

Ronan snapped out of his daze and stared in astonishment at the scene.

"Is that the Flint family's carriage?"

"How did you figure that out?"

"The family crest on the carriage."

Ronan casually answered Xia En's question, then muttered, "Strange... why would someone who can ride in the Flint family's carriage live on this street?"

"etc……"

Ronan was a beat slow to react and suddenly looked at Shane.

Was he just greeting you?

"When did you get to know such an important person?!"

Xia En smiled and said, "Let's get in the car first, or we'll be late."

As he sat in the rather plain black carriage, he sorted out his thoughts.

In the earliest times.

Shane actually thought Lucius was a poor kid like himself—evidence of which was that he lived on Winchester Street.

But even before today, he had vaguely sensed something amiss from Lucius's usual attire and the pipe he smoked.

Those are not things that poor people can afford to wear or use.

The detective's reasoning further proved his guess.

The fact that Lucius knew the guest list for the dinner party indicates that he was at a higher social level than Ronan's modestly wealthy family.

That's why Shane agreed without hesitation when Lucius offered to borrow the suit.

I walked around the detective's house.

The dresses, the instruments, even the cup of black tea that Eileen brewed... all silently exuded an air of high society.

However, Xia En still couldn't understand it.

Why would a detective with considerable wealth live in this dilapidated little building?

"Moriarty..."

Xia En murmured the surname, a multitude of associations swirling in his mind.

……

……

"Young Master Ronan, we've arrived."

The carriage stopped.

Shane and Ronan got off the bus one after the other.

This is Zurich Street in front of the City Hall.

The towering clock tower stands opposite the city hall.

Under the light of the gas lamps on both sides of the road, the outline of the church tower could be vaguely seen.

There were many horse-drawn carriages parked there, two-wheeled, four-wheeled, and even a few genuine sedan chairs.

In contrast, Ronan's carriage appeared quite simple.

The pedestrians passing by were also dressed smartly.

Many people can tell at a glance that he is a true nobleman.

The small pieces of jewelry worn on the neck and earlobes are something that even a low-level worker couldn't afford after working for ten years.

In this situation, most people would inevitably feel ashamed of themselves.

However, there are always some people who are not so ordinary.

Xia En, of course, needs no further explanation.

He had eaten and seen it before in his previous life, so he didn't think it was anything special.

Moreover, he stood out from the crowd without being inferior in the slightest, which made him even more composed.

Ronan, on the other hand, seemed indifferent, much like usual.

His family's task for him was simply to broaden his horizons!

It would be best if I could get to know one or two nobles who are compatible with me, but if not, there is no loss.

They are both carefree and shameless.

Xia En felt that if Ronan went into business in the future, he might be able to make a great success of himself.

Show the gold-embossed invitation to the waiter at the door.

The two successfully entered the city hall.

The charity gala was held in the main hall of this Gothic building.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a huge portrait of the mayor hanging on the wall.

The figure in the painting wears a dark blue robe and holds a scroll. His eyes bear a resemblance to Professor Aurora's, both conveying a sense of mystery.

"It's the former mayor—Mr. Tristan Flint."

Ronan murmured with emotion, "During his tenure, the crime rate in the capital city dropped to its lowest level in history."

The original owner came to the capital after the new mayor took office and was not very familiar with the deeds of the former mayor.

"And then?"

Ronan looked around first, then pulled Shane aside and lowered his voice.

"I've heard—and I've only heard—that Mr. Tristan mysteriously disappeared while investigating a factory explosion and there's still no word on him."

Factory explosion...

Xia En seemed to be deep in thought.

Before the conversation could continue, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the hall.

Turning around, a woman walked in, surrounded by several bodyguards, and naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

A deep violet velvet dress wrapped around her shoulders.

Her light brown hair was pulled up high, revealing her entire earlobes and jawline.

She is an extremely beautiful woman.

In terms of looks alone, she is slightly better than the young Clara.

Of all the beautiful women Shane had ever seen, only Professor Aurora from "The Painter" was comparable to her.

But her popularity is not solely due to her beauty.

"Miss Freya Adler!"

A reporter wearing a beret, camera in hand, asked the swan-like woman a question.

"Your performance in 'The Alchemist' at the Royal Theatre yesterday was a great success. How long do you plan to stay in the capital?"

Xia En quickly retrieved the name from the corner of his memory.

It seems... she's a famous stage star?

"Huh? You haven't even watched Miss Freya's shows!?"

Ronan looked at Shane as if he were looking at a caveman.

"This is the latest and trendiest trend in the capital! I guarantee that once you see it, you'll be completely captivated by Miss Freya!"

"..."

Is it really that exaggerated?

Xia En has been busy interpreting paintings these days, so naturally he hasn't had time to watch stage plays.

But in reality, watching dramas is a very popular form of entertainment in this era.

Even the poorest apprentice could go to the theater to pass the time.

Ronan was a loyal audience member of the stage play.

The fact that he gave such a high evaluation speaks volumes about Freya's exceptional performance.

Just then.

The actress not far away glanced in their direction.

Her gaze lingered briefly on Xia En before fleetingly passing over him like a dragonfly skimming the water, and she turned back to continue dealing with the reporters in front of her.

"Shane, Shane, was she looking at me just now?"

Ronan's eyes widened with excitement, then he rested his chin on his hand, as if he were thinking very seriously.

"Do you think Miss Freya might fall in love with me at first sight in the crowd, and then invite me to a secret rendezvous in a corner outside the theater a few nights later?"

Xia En patted his friend on the shoulder without saying anything.

Then he looked around.

Around the hall, many oil paintings of different sizes and themes were hung.

Some of the exhibition stands also display collectibles such as porcelain and sculptures.

Those were auction items at this charity gala.

Of course, Shane couldn't afford to buy it.

But perhaps... we could take the opportunity to "interpret" it?