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Chapter 334: A Shock For Everyone
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was nighttime at the Ptolemy family home.
A long table was placed in the flower bed. Groups of people dressed in gorgeous clothes walked past and danced there. The light of the stars shone on a massive fountain in the middle of the dance floor, and the water droplets cracked into spots of silver light.
Watson sat in a remote corner and fiddled with his knife and fork in boredom. He took a piece of beef from the silver plate in front of him and put it into his mouth.
Half a day had passed since he met Daniel. Since Antonio had taken the initiative to reveal his identity, Daniel had only hesitated for a moment before agreeing to Antonioâs request.
âAs expected, compared to strength, status is more useful in the kingdom.â
If they did not have Antonio with them, they would not be able to attend the dinner party, and they would also fight with the Ptolemy family. Even though that was a world where the strong were respected, they did not have power. It was just that it was easier for the strong to obtain more power.
Watson became more determined to become the ruler of that kingdom and not let his fate and that of his family and friends be manipulated.
âYou must be the disciple that Master Antonio recently took in, right? You are very talented. Even your eating actions are so elegant. One look and I can tell that you come from a large family. May I ask which family you are from?â
While Watson was eating, a golden-haired young man in an expensive suit came up to him and praised him softly.
His praise almost made Watson spit out the meat he had just eaten.
Generally speaking, a noblemanâs compliments were usually given out of courtesy. They would usually praise the other partyâs appearance and clothing. However, the young man in front of him praised his elegant eating posture, and he could not find any words to describe it.
âIâm from the border, a down and out baron family.â Watson chewed on the beef a few more times and spoke vaguely.
It did not conform to the etiquette of the nobles to speak while eating at the dining table. He did that to make the man retreat. It was Master Antonioâs fault for revealing his identity, which caused many noblemen in the floating city to show an interest in him.
The man chuckled. âSo youâre from the border. I heard that people at the border are very forthright. Iâm very impressed by such a quirky character.â The blonde man felt embarrassed by Watsonâs words and turned to look at the people sitting next to Watson—Nightingale and Denise—who were eating the pastries slowly. He said, âMy dear beautiful ladies, are you Young Master Watsonâs handmaidens? I did not expect such beautiful women to be among the handmaidens. May I have this dance?â
âSorry, I donât dance with anyone other than Young Master.â
Nightingale put down the pastries and moved her right hand. A sharp dagger penetrated the table surface, which showed how powerful it was.
Denise hesitated for a moment and looked at Watson.
âDenise, if you want to dance, go ahead.â
âThen I wonât accompany you for now, Young Master.â
Denise stood up and helped the pale-faced blonde youth onto the dance floor.
âNightingale, dancing is a very good way for noblemen to socialize. If someone asks you to dance and you donât hate them, itâs okay to go and dance.â
âFirst, I canât dance. Secondly, that way of socializing disgusts me. No, I donât like most of the noblemenâs activities,â Nightingale said as she took the dagger from the table and ate the pastry that she had not finished yet. She stuffed it into her mouth with a look of disgust.
Perhaps it was because of the incident with Casey—Nightingale hated the nobles. She also hated their activities. đ»đ»đŠđđđđ«đ·đđđŠđ”.đŹđ°đ
âWhy are they so arrogant? They just became Master Antonioâs disciples. They are beautiful, yet they donât respect anyone else! Master Antonio is also very proud. There are so many talented children in the royal city. Even if the royal city didnât have them, they could have come to this city. Why did they have to go to the border to find a disciple?â
âDoesnât he know what kind of place is the border? I heard that there are less than 100 noblemen there. Itâs a gathering place for barbarians! Judging from how those two ate, they must have not received a good education since they were young, especially that short-haired maid. She sat in her masterâs seat and ate. She has no manners at all.â
Several noble ladies gathered and discussed Nightingale and Watsonâs actions; their faces were full of disdain.
âI donât know why the Ptolemy family would invite those people to a banquet. It lowers our standard to associate with them. Donât you think so?â
One of the girls there had light blonde curly hair that fell onto her back. Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and her eyelashes were a rare white color. It was the sunlight disease in that world. People who had that disease could not be exposed to sunlight for a long time, so it was naturally difficult for them to cultivate, causing the girl to look soft and weak.
That girl was Lana Ptolemy, and she was the familyâs third young miss.
Lana looked at Watson in the distance as her companions complained about Watson. Her eyes flickered with a different light, and she shook her head. âNo, I think those two people are very interesting.â
âLana, you are the host, so you would say something to protect your guests. But I think thereâs really no need to protect such people.â Her companion added unkindly. Lana shook her head again, and the other girls were astonished. As she walked toward Watson, she said, âNo, I donât mean to protect them. Iâm serious.â
âYoung Master, the Ptolemy family steaks are served according to the time slot. Theyâre usually served once every 20 minutes. Judging from how you eat, you wonât have anything to eat in less than ten minutes. Your idea of using food to kill time wonât stand.â
Watson raised his head and realized that a 12 or 13-year-old girl had appeared in front of him out of nowhere. Her hair was pale gold, and her eyelashes and eyebrows were pure white. She was staring at him with her light-colored pupils, and there was a smile on her face. Her two small dimples looked very cute.
âSo, what do you think I should do?â
âLetâs dance. The next song, Rumba Waltz, will take exactly ten minutes. After that, you can enjoy the steak again.â
As he faced the girlâs outstretched hand, Watson hesitated for a moment. Then, he smiled and stood up. He raised his hand and said, âOkay, then Iâll do it.â
Watson and the girl entered the dance floor and began to dance to a melodious tune. At first, Watsonâs steps were a little out of sync, but soon he found the memories of several female experts who were proficient at dancing in the Einherjarâs body. He used the fusion system to enhance those memories.
âLook at those two.â
At some point, the dancers on the dance floor slowly stopped moving. Many of them even began to retreat, making way for the middle area, where a young man and a girl danced near the fountain. The young girl was like a white butterfly, her movements light and otherworldly. The young manâs movements were full of strength, like a strong tree that shielded the butterfly from the wind and rain, its leaves swaying with the wind.
Every time the white butterfly spun to leave the tree, it would fly back to rest longingly in his arms. It was as if the young manâs arms were her best harbor.
âSo beautiful.â
A few women put their hands together, their eyes shining as they watched that scene. Some noblewomen looked at Watson and Lana, then at their partners, and then shyly pulled away from each other. The girls who had ridiculed Watson and Nightingale as barbarians from the border also widened their eyes in surprise. They were speechless at that moment.
Even a dance master who had studied for decades might not be able to perform such a beautiful dance. If they were barbarians, they would not have been able to do that.
Nightingale was holding a dagger and cutting the pastry in front of her fiercely as if she had a grudge against the cake. Every cut penetrated the table, causing the men who had wanted to get close to her to flee speedily.
âYoung Master Watson, you were lying when you said that you are from a down and out baronâs family. Such exquisite dance skills canât be learned in a day.â Lana twirled lightly in Watsonâs arms. She put her arm around Watsonâs neck. She had still needed to exert her strength at the beginning of the dance. After that, she did not have to do anything; she relied on Watsonâs strength to make those beautiful circles.
âIâm not lying, and I donât have any dance skills. Iâm just casually dancing.â
âReally?â
Lana turned into Watsonâs arms. Her cheek was pressed in front of Watson, almost touching the tip of their noses. âWhen you injured my second brotherâs bodyguard, did you just casually hit him?â
Watson narrowed his eyes. âIâm sorry, Miss. I forgot to ask. You are—â
âIâm Lana Ptolemy, the Ptolemy familyâs third young miss.â
Lana let go of Watsonâs hand and turned away. She lifted her skirt slightly and curtsied toward Watson. At that moment, the bell rang.
No one knew who had started clapping. Under the thunderous applause, Lana strolled to Watsonâs side and tiptoed close to his ear. âDonât worry. I donât blame you for what you did. On the contrary, Iâm pleased because Iâm also very annoyed by what my second brother does daily! I just want to remind you that my brother is a vengeful person. You have to be wary of his schemes, especially against the people around you.â
Then, Lana turned around and left without turning back, leaving Watson with a frown on his face. Then, he relaxed.
It seemed like Lana had good intentions, but he did not care about that. If Casey really wanted to do something, he would not be the one to suffer.
With that thought in mind, Watson began to return to his seat. The noblemen looked at him differently from before. They looked at him with respect. A dance could reflect the etiquette of a nobleman to a certain extent. Watson could perform that dance because he had received high-quality dance lessons.
âYoung Master Watson, your dance was too good. I wonder if you are as outstanding in other aspects of noble etiquette as well?â
A hateful voice sounded. Watson turned around and saw Casey. He was the one who had spoken. His hands were wrapped in bandages and tied to his chest. His face was swollen, and he had a sinister smile on his face.