Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I heard that the owner of this manor is very rich."

"Did you see those yachts in the harbor when we came here?"

"Maybe we don't have to live in that shabby house anymore."

The chattering young tourists heard a lot of fun from the locals - they also thought the little sister was crazy, there was an island for tourism not far from here, why did she have to come here to experience the original ecology.

Seabirds don't nest here.

Fortunately, I met a local rich man hosting a cocktail party.

“I heard he’s not from here either.”

The college-age blonde girl calculated, squeezing her bestie with her hips: "A generous old man is better than a landlord with greasy stains hanging on the bowls from the day before, right?"

The short girl's best friend sighed, "I admit it was my fault this time."

"It's too late to talk about this now." The blond curly-haired girl also sighed, "Why would I go to Hawaii instead of going crazy with you? You don't know how annoying the bugs here are."

In fact, I know. My bestie endured the itching on her arms and tried to find a solution.

It was her fault.

My friend is a girl who is like a golden swan. She can accompany me to this extent without getting angry with me. She can definitely be called a real friend.

The short girl surrendered: "Next time I'll go with you to the place of your choice, OK? Didn't you say that this rich man has placed tourists in the manor several times? Please, if we don't have to live in that shabby house, Miss Swan, don't use your sharp mouth to pinch me."

The blonde swan curled her lips and raised her chin: "Your choice of travel location is as bad as your choice of men."

The best friend who was attacked personally did not want to be outdone and poked the blonde's waist with her index finger. The two chattering girls walked slowly towards their destination.

——Mr. George's estate.

A huge and magnificent manor with two lions placed at the door.

“Are you tourists?”

The dark-skinned boy in a red shirt quickly passed them and then retreated. He should have passed them quickly - he was wearing a pair of weird green cloth shoes. His head was shaved very short, with a thin layer of hair sticking to his head.

He was holding a small black woven bag in his hand, and no one knew what was inside. While he was talking, he pulled up his oversized pants.

One of the two girls wanted to half bend down to talk to him, but was ignored for half a second by this local child who was like a little adult.

He pointed to the vaguely visible green scenery of the manor.

"No time for small talk, the cocktail party is about to begin."

Two girls: ...

The one with the golden curly hair seemed even more unconvinced. She asked with bulging eyes, "Are you Mr. George's servant?"

"Of course not." The dark-skinned child held up the woven bag and said, "I'm attending a cocktail party. My mother asked me to bring some fruit to Mr. George."

"Attending a cocktail party?!"

This is even more unacceptable.

"You-you? Attending a cocktail party?!"

The blonde looked the boy up and down. Forgive her impoliteness, but if I understand correctly, the first rule of a 'cocktail party' is to dress appropriately, right?

The child still had mud on his elbows.

She looked at her waist-hugging, backless 'battle suit', and then at her younger sister's light-colored, ladylike long skirt.

Is it that the understanding of "cocktail party" here is different from theirs?

“That’s why I said you must be tourists.”

The little boy seemed to have seen such looks too many times and didn't care at all. He led the two staggering older sisters towards the manor, and the team kept growing during the procession - locals, most of whom were dressed like him.

It makes the two girls look different.

This awkward feeling is probably equivalent to being tricked into organizing a pool party and then you push the door in a bikini with a yellow duck swimming ring while everyone is in suits preparing for a meeting.

"What exactly is going on?"

The blond curly-haired girl didn't think she was cheated. At least, this magnificent manor in front of her was real and could not be escaped, right?

"It's just like what you see." The little boy swung his woven bag and talked with the children he knew. "Mr. George is a kind and wealthy man. He holds a cocktail party every week."

"He donated money to build schools and hospitals for us in the local area and listened to opinions at weekly drinking parties - my brother and his sister found Mr. George because they had no money to treat their illnesses."

Please note that the 'my brother' the child refers to is also a child, so his sister is only about ten years old at most?

"Thirteen."

The boy pouted: "Everyone likes Mr. George very much. Mom said that if we dare to play a prank at the party, we won't be able to come back. There are a lot of delicious food. Well, that's it? What else do you want to ask?"

The blonde was silent.

Sounds like a wealthy man who retired here to spend the rest of his life?

elder?

"Mr. George? About forty years old."

The boy replied, "We first saw him playing tennis with his coach."

In your forties?

A wealthy and kind tycoon in his forties?

On this godforsaken island - sorry, on this broken island where no birds are willing to build nests?

Long term residence?

"Anyway, Mr. George is the benefactor of the entire island."

The girl with the golden curly hair, since she was the one who caused all the problems, whether choosing the location or begging her best friend to accompany her, picked up her long skirt and walked a few steps to the boy, whispering, "Have you seen many tourists?"

"Yes, you can stay here, don't worry."

"What can I live in?" The blond curly hair was a little unhappy: "I didn't say anything."

"Anyone can see that as long as you ask, we can stay for any number of days." The boy glanced at the girl teasingly and stretched out his hand to the two people: "Give me the money, I've said everything I need to say."

"What money? Why should we give you money?"

Holding her, the short girl took out the exchanged local currency from her handbag and stuffed a small bill into the boy's hand.

"Thank you, is there anything we should be aware of?"

"Don't worry, the gentleman is a very nice person." The boy looked down at the money and muttered, "Many tourists are like this anyway. Oh, Mr. George might ask you some strange questions, so just answer them casually when the time comes."

"Strange question?"

The boy shrugged. "Like asking you to repeat a certain sentence over and over again. I suspected he wanted to teach us a lesson, but then... the school was built. Who knows? Being weird and kind doesn't conflict with each other."

The little boy folded the money neatly, stuffed it into the small pocket of his clothes, and rushed into the manor with his 'brothers' carrying the woven bag. The women and men along the way chatted and laughed, occasionally grabbing their children and scolding them.

The closer you get to the manor, the more people gather.

The two girls' heads were in a mess.

I have attended many parties with golden curly hair, but this is the first time I have seen such a hairstyle.

"Is what that brat said true?"

Still a little bit unbelievable.

Is there an anonymous philanthropist here who invites all locals to a cocktail party as a weekly routine?

"Miss, isn't it true? It proves that the kind and wealthy old gentleman is very likely to let us stay in his manor for a few days."

"Anyway, I won't be embarrassed to bring it up." The blond curly-haired man grumbled unhappily, "You're doomed if you can't move in."

"Yes Yes Yes…"

Chapter 52 At the cocktail party

Tables and chairs were randomly placed on the huge lawn.

In front of the angel fountain carved like white ivory, the buzz of local people's whispers, the noise of children and the clinking of cutlery and wine glasses were the two little sisters' first impression of the manor.

The vast expanse of green, the rather cold and regular pointed-roof buildings, and the large amount of safe colors used fill the view. It is difficult not to judge the general personality and appearance of the owner of the manor.

"If you tell me he's English I'll believe it a hundred percent."

My bestie snickered, "Why, are you ready to deal with a walking Mr. Dogma?"

The blonde curled her lips.

What a mistake.

I shouldn't have dressed like this if I had known.

In fact, only the two girls were embarrassed. The locals had seen tourists dressed like this countless times and were not surprised.

——The only good news was that when they approached the building, a man who looked like a butler came towards them, so that these two graceful slow-walking beauties didn't have to squeeze for tables and chairs with the group of locals.

They were invited into the main building.

"We were not thoughtful enough and did not specify this in the invitation." The butler looked normal and was about fifty years old. He had short dark brown hair and a plain safety butler uniform. It was even hard to say whether he counted as a butler or not.

The man led the two ladies inside, chatting casually.

"From where?"

"New York."

"Wow, what a great place. You should move a little further. There is another island that is a good place for people your age. It is semi-developed, so that living there is not a problem, and it has enough pristine ecology and uncommercialized islanders and scenery."

I think so too, but some people don't want to.

The blond curly-haired girl shook her head secretly.

"There's nothing interesting here. Girls, you've come to the wrong place if you want to explore. It's poor and underdeveloped - I guess the thing you're most dissatisfied with is the hotel?"

The blond curly-haired girl said disdainfully, "I'd rather pay twice as much to find a hotel with 24-hour hot water and clean floors."

"So you've come to the right place."

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Master, there are many rooms here. If you don't mind, please stay here."

"Tell us about your... about that gentleman?"

"George Romy, my master. As you can see, he has a small fortune and a kind heart." The butler briefly explained: "He came here and lived here. When he saw the local people and scenery, he decided to support them."

"…Gone?"

The housekeeper was puzzled: "No more? Yes. That's all I know. You two can talk to him in person later. I think he will tell me everything because of his beauty."

The blonde adjusted her satchel, impatience flashing in her eyes. “I just hope there aren’t any muddy kids in there.”

The butler smiled but said nothing.

Enter the main building and walk through the long corridor.

The cocktail party was indeed not as they had pessimistically guessed - there were not many locals, and they were all dressed neatly and cleanly; some of the tourists who looked like outsiders were taking photos and posing in the same manner as them.

In any case, the way these people dress is better than outside.

The two girls have found their kind. Look, isn't that the case with the family of three on the right? The little boy, about seven or eight years old, is wearing a children's suit with a black bow tie hanging from his neck.

"They are from California, and they are also traveling." The butler said casually: "When the cocktail party is over or you two want to rest, please come to the side room to find me - I will have someone clean up the room."

"There is a horse ranch and shooting range on the west side of the manor, and the tennis court and outdoor swimming pool are behind the building. You can contact me if you have any questions. There is a landline in the house."

The middle-aged butler bowed slightly and left leisurely.

"Well, this seems to be the only place on the island where people stay." The girl said in a slightly accusing tone, "Can't we find a suitable place to travel, at least a little more developed?"

Her best friend squeezed her hand apologetically.

“We should have gone to Hawaii.”

The girl with the pouty blonde hair stepped in side by side with her bestie.

The locals just glanced at them, then turned their eyes back to their friends; but it was different for the tourists, some of them came up with their children and started a conversation, chatting about "where are you from", "where are we from", "this manor is really weird", etc.

The tourists are very curious about the new place, while the locals are responsible for eating and drinking. The difference between here and the outside world is not only that the food is much more exquisite, but also the occasional notes played by the band and the luxurious interior decoration.