Klein felt that he was really innocent.

He stayed in the banquet hall peacefully until it was almost the end of dinner time, and then he left with the satisfaction of eating and drinking.

After that, he used divination to determine a safer place to go, and then he dared to start walking around to avoid getting entangled in messy troubles.

Being alone at such a dinner would indeed be a bit conspicuous, but Klein relied on the special effect of the black mask, and his mentality gradually changed, from a slight feeling of awkwardness to a slight sense of novel excitement.

It feels really like the scene in the Assassin story... Among the many guests chatting happily, no one noticed that a shadow that was incompatible with them came and went freely. They didn't know that the sharp blade belonging to the God of Death was just around the corner.

It scratched sideways, but it didn't bring up any blood...

Of course!

Klein thought to himself that he was not really playing games, so where could he get the hidden blade to look cool...

What's more, he is not an "assassin", but a "divineer"!

How can a fortune teller stab someone in the kidney with his hidden sword?

Forget it, this is not a game world where if you lose synchronization, you have to start over again. A similar mentality is undesirable.

But after walking around for a while, Klein, who had lost the sense of novelty, began to feel a little confused.

At first, he planned to listen to other people's chatter and find out what this group of upper-class people usually paid attention to.

Unexpectedly, after listening to it for a while, he discovered that these gentlemen, who were all dressed up in more respectable and elegant manners, were telling jokes that sounded normal at first glance but turned out to be very dirty when you think about it more. Even he, who claims to have experienced the storms of the information age,

The veteran driver could not help but curse in his heart that he was dressed like a beast.

It's really not suitable for children... Of course, he is not saying that he belongs to the age range of children.

Klein simply didn't adapt to this kind of situation, and his deep-rooted decency made him instinctively want to stay away from these things.

I don’t know how Alice can tolerate such topics, or maybe for her, chatting at a mere joke level is not painful at all...

With a lot of things on his mind, Klein walked around in the direction of the ballroom a few times, listened to the classical music that accompanied the dance, and then consciously left because he had no dance partner.

During this period, an enthusiastic lady actually came to invite him to dance with him, but while he was happy, Klein thought about his incompetent dancing skills and could only refuse with regret.

——The original owner may also dance some simple ballroom dances, but as a modern person who has traveled through time and space, he is completely out of touch with this type of dance etiquette. He doesn't know what to do when he actually walks on the dance floor.

At most, it's probably just to do radio gymnastics...

That's so embarrassing!

Refuse, must refuse! Even if Alice comes to invite him to dance, he will say no without hesitation!

So what should he do...

We’ve finished the big meal, we’ve also taken a walk, and the digestion exercise should be about the same—wait a minute, this is a good idea!

What he ate tonight was high-calorie and high-fat food. I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to consume so much energy just by walking, so he might as well do some exercise. Just think of it as improving his physical fitness. Don't go back and find that he has gained several kilograms of fat in vain.

With this in mind, Klein simply took out the gold coin with the pattern of a flying dragon and a lion from his pocket. Whenever he encountered a fork in the road, he used divination to choose a suitable route. He traveled smoothly and finally arrived at the building of the manor.

Outside, there is a courtyard with a refreshing summer night atmosphere.

It seems that it is said that unspeakable things are easy to happen in the garden...

Thinking of Alice's many reminders, Klein did not dare to be careless. He walked on thin ice and stopped a few steps. On the surface, he had to act casually as if he was walking. In fact, he had already turned on his spiritual vision and saw auras and colors belonging to others from a distance.

Just avoid it in advance.

It really feels like playing a stealth game.

He complained silently in his heart, and at the same time walked forward for a while, and finally found a suitable place for him to complete his exercise.

This is a small courtyard with a wide view. There is a circular stone pool in the center. There are benches for sitting and resting every few meters around it. Kerosene wicks are quietly burning in the lampshades of several vertical street lamps.

The light and heat after illumination.

It's... very quiet, and you don't have to worry about anyone choosing to work here.

That would not only be stimulating, it would be completely exhibitionistic and perverted.

It is possible that the Intis people are like this, the Loen people, they want to save face.

Klein calmly turned off his spiritual vision, took off his mask, and took off his coat. He neatly placed them and the bottles of potions on the bench beside him, and then started doing exercises such as push-ups and squats on the spot.

Because he was worried that his high-end formal clothes would be stained by sweating, he always stopped when he felt a little tired, his body was hot and was about to sweat, and waited until his breathing calmed down before continuing.

After exercising for a period of time with a calm mind, Klein felt physically and mentally at ease. It seemed that the excess calories had been excreted from the body with these exercises, or turned into muscles in the body instead of joining the ranks of fat and fat.

So he exhaled with satisfaction and prepared to sit back on the bench to rest for a while before making plans.

But just as he turned around to look in the direction where he placed his coat and mask, he saw a strange woman in a dark dress sitting on the bench, with a mask decorated with black feathers on her face,

She tilted her chin, as if looking at him in fascination.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to stare at you..."

Seeing that he finally noticed that she was watching, the young lady with brown hair hanging down like a waterfall suddenly stood up. Her brown eyes were as innocent and pitiful as a newborn deer.

"But you are also a person...I mean, like me, you lost your way after the bustling dinner party. You can only be alone in this place far away from the bustle, with the evening breeze blowing on such a beautiful night.

, Taste loneliness..."

...good guy.

Klein was embarrassed and stunned for a while, and then he realized that he was being accosted.

Moreover, he is quite good at talking, and his behavior of doing push-ups alone here was so, so literary...

Fortunately, his face had been tempered by a certain evil witch and was now a little thicker than before. Now he was still wearing a false identity. He quickly adjusted his expression and nodded slightly in an indifferent manner.

The other party didn't seem to care about his silence.

"Sir, my name is Sharon, you can call me by my name directly... Also, if I am not mistaken, you should be Mr. Edward Barton, right? The one who appeared in the "Tingen Economic Express" a few days ago, as Kay

The business representative of Chibaton Trading Company made a speech and announced its official entry into the spice market in Ahowa County..." Sensing his suspicious gaze, Sharon lowered her head shyly and said with a slightly red cheek, "

I, I... there is a portrait of you in the newspaper, and you are much more handsome in reality than in the portrait."

...Really? Edward Barton really existed? And he was a famous person who appeared in newspapers. Anyone who met him could call him by his name?

Klein was even more surprised when he heard this. He only knew that Alice had made him into another person that neither Benson nor Melissa could recognize. It turned out to be for this reason...

Let me go, yes, isn’t it because of this handsome face that I am being talked to now?

He suppressed the emotions in his heart and nodded coldly, hoping that the woman who had "recognized" Edward's identity would understand that he didn't want to talk more and withdraw voluntarily.

But the other party obviously didn't want to end the conversation so easily.

"Mr. Edward, you... just think of it as passing the time. Would you like to sit with me for a while and chat? I won't talk about the annoying things related to my identity, just have a casual chat and relax."

When saying this, Sharon also took off the mask on her face and put it aside, revealing her beautiful features that I felt pity for underneath, and sighed as if she was begging.

...If it was just a casual chat, it wouldn't seem to matter. At worst, he would just nod and shake his head the whole time... Anyway, Alice's side didn't seem to be over yet.

With this thought in mind, Klein had already moved to the bench, picked up his coat and the row of potions underneath with one hand, and picked up the black mask with the other hand. He then sat down on the edge of the bench and nodded reservedly and coldly.

Sharon laughed innocently, but soon sighed sadly.

"That's great, you are so considerate. Alas, it would be great if my husband could be half as gentle as you during his lifetime..."

Uh, husband, during his lifetime...it turned out that she was still a widow. She was so young and couldn't tell at all...

Klein didn't want to force himself to smile, so he kept a straight face and said nothing, only nodded slightly as if he heard it.

Soon, this enthusiastic and beautiful widow took the initiative to tell him a somewhat clichéd story.

In the story, a local baron fell in love with a commoner girl who was free and beautiful, and married her as his wife despite the objections of others. But this was just the beginning of a tragic marriage. The baron was old and frail, and not long after the marriage,

He died unfortunately, leaving only his young wife as a widow to face the malicious eyes of the people around her...

Mrs. Sharon recounted eloquently how she dealt with her stepson who had a bad relationship, how she endured the strange looks from the housekeeper and servants, and how she faced the debt crisis left by the baron...

Just when Klein thought she just wanted to find someone to talk to about her difficulties, she suddenly lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, raising her tone with a slightly hoarse voice, seemingly changing the topic cheerfully.

"I'm sorry for complaining to you... The female companion who went to the banquet with you will definitely not be as depressed as me..."

Why did the conversation suddenly come to Alice...

Klein felt vaguely that something was not right, but he couldn't explain why, so he could only continue to pretend to be dead.

Next, Mrs. Sharon seemed to choose a few daily interesting things as conversation topics aimlessly, but she always wanted to explore something from him intentionally or unintentionally, such as——

"There are not many good men with such magnanimity as you nowadays. Most of them are just eager to express themselves in front of ladies. They often don't even talk for a few words before complacently showing off their hair like curly baboons.

Amazing... Well, your female companion is really lucky to have met you. If I were her, I would not be willing to leave you to go to someone else."

"You know, my wish is actually very simple and humble. That is a true love without any exchange of interests... I envy those girls who can still enjoy their youth freely. They are so carefree, unlike me.

, I am already bound by my current identity and status, I must cheer up as a baron’s widow, and I can’t be willful like that.”

"In the past, every night like this, I would always feel lonely, helpless, and a little scared, but I would always encourage myself and cheer myself up. But tonight, with you by my side, I... I haven't been here for a long time.

I feel a sense of peace of mind, a little warmth... You don't mind me talking too much, right? I'm sorry... My shortcoming is that I'm a bit talkative when I'm depressed, and I can't help but want to express my inner thoughts."

...Hiss, this smell is a bit strong?

Klein gradually came to appreciate them. They were pitiful and full of compliments. They actually smelled like green tea inside and out.

If he hadn't known a bit about tea appreciation culture, he might have believed this nonsense.
To be continued...