Chapter 141
The sun was high in the cloudless sky, giving off its strongest light of the day.

Du Lin's resurrection did not attract anyone's attention, except for two figures, one big and one small, sitting by the bar.

Ying and Paimon.

"Captain Qin said...that noble lady named Yura..."

"Will it really be here?"

Ying, who returned to Mond City from the ruins of Fenglong, just delivered a commission to Catherine, and received a call from Qin, asking him to help investigate a former nobleman of Mond City.

As the strongest tool person, Ying naturally agreed.

Captain Qin had told the two of them that if the members of the Lawrence family were difficult to get close to, then they would definitely find someone who could teach her noble etiquette in the tavern.

As soon as the door was opened, a sultry smell of alcohol came to the face.

"Have a glass of... iced Gougou juice, and a glass of milk for Paimon..."

Ying, who was sitting by the bar, raised her index finger and said a little unconfidently that, except for the time with Famas, Ying had never drank alcohol.

"Ok."

Tonight is Grandpa Di Luke sitting in the bar. He seemed to approve of Ying's behavior of drinking iced drinks and nodded seriously.

"Hey, Ying, I want to drink juice too!"

Paimon protested dissatisfiedly, but Master Diluc had already turned around to prepare. Ying ignored Paimon's words, found a hidden seat under the stairs, and looked at the scene in the tavern with interest.

Tables with hanging wood tops, rows of wine bottles placed against the walls, and happy-seeking customers are everywhere, and the painted ladies are talking elegantly about clothing and art.

The waiter was attentive, and of course he was happy to receive a few hundred moras as a tip. There was a bard at the entrance of the tavern happily playing the harp.

This is the daily life of the tavern, and it is also the characteristic of Mond City.

"Really, do you care about my bloodline so much..."

Ying's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the other side of the bar by a soft voice.

A blue-haired girl walked in, with the unique temperament of a noble daughter, and the drinkers around her naturally avoided her like water flowing across the rocks at the bottom of the river bed.

In Mond, some old aristocrats don’t like to drink in pubs. They like the quietness when they are alone, but they don’t want to run off every time to buy it, so they want to buy a whole case of dandelion wine and pour it at home. Discretion.

One such "middleman" was a small man at the bar, who was haggling with the bartender, Charles, about a batch of "Death in the Afternoon" orders.

The two of them were beaming with joy, quarreling so much that saliva splashed, almost floating into the wine glass of the person next to them.

The blue-haired girl walked up to the little man.

She was a girl of great temperament, but the aristocratic elegance was not so obvious.

A black, white and blue aristocratic costume, a white trumpet sleeve shawl on a thin one-piece backless dress, two long legs wrapped in black knee-high boots casually overlapped together, the sparkling sky blue Short hair, gently rolled up.

Biting her lower lip, she stared at the wine list on the wall with a melancholy and dazed expression.

The little man next to the blue-haired girl glanced around quickly a few times, as if panicked.

He quickly took out a Mora bill from his wallet and put it on the bar, signed the bill, shook Charles' hand, and then walked away from the bar, as if avoiding the plague god.

"Your chilled Gougou Juice."

Just as she was fascinated by the girl's delicate and cold face, the waiter's voice startled her.

Holding a long cup through a piece of silk, the waiter carefully put the juice on the table.

"Oh...thank you." Ying shook her head and came back to her senses.

"You're looking at the... remnants of the Lawrence family?"

The waiter narrowed his eyes, and his gaze became subtle.

"Yes…"

Ying froze for a moment, then nodded.

"Why do you speak ill of others?!"

Looking at the dazed Ying, Pai Meng revealed half-moon eyes, staring at the waiter with piercing eyes.

And the waiter just frowned, as if someone put a smelly rotten egg in front of his nose.

"Miss, no Mond resident likes to talk about the Lawrence family."

The waiter held the empty plate under his arm, and gave a speech full of eloquence, accusing the Lawrence family of the crimes committed in Old Mond City in a heartbroken tone. While expressing understanding and tolerance, he did not forget to vote pessimistic gaze.

"They should really atone for the city."

Ying looked at the chattering waiter in front of her in shock. She thought Mond was a city that could accommodate everything, but unexpectedly...

"Da da da…"

Behind the waiter came the sound of high heels tapping on the oak floor.

The waiter, whose name could not be named, lost his momentum in an instant, and clamped the wooden tray in his arms even tighter. Before, he was like a storyteller, but now he looked more like a big bad wolf running away with its tail between its legs.

"Sorry, I have to excuse you for a while, I wish you a nice evening."

He hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, even though he was getting closer to the blue-haired girl, he didn't even meet his eyes.

The blue-haired girl glanced around, trying to find a quiet place to have a few sips, but wherever she looked, the drinkers looked like students who had made a mistake, deliberately looking away.

There were also quite a few drunks who were making loud noises and were playing boxing games, suddenly quieted down and looked at her with hostile and sullen eyes. Wherever she went, there was a vacuum area.

Until she met Ying's gaze.

Those waxy, slightly purplish eyes shone brighter than the feathered eyes of God on their shoulders, but there was something deeper, a wounded pride, a long-suffering The unyieldingness of others after being left out in the cold is all branded in their eyes.

For a moment, Ying suddenly became a little dull, and this kind of dark and cynical eyes appeared more melancholy and charming on her face.

"Why don't you sit with us!"

Paimon pouted, scanned the surrounding drinkers, and waved to the girl.

The blue-haired girl looked at Paimon questioningly, and then stared at Ying.

Ying nodded, and she sat opposite the blonde girl with a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for sharing the table with me."

She spoke, her voice was not as unapproachable as Ying had expected, like a girl who could bring up the topic on her own initiative.

"Really, those drinkers are avoiding me..."

She patted the wine table angrily, and the patterned blue tie on her chest fluttered with her gestures.

"I will remember this grudge!"

Her actions scared the people around, but Ying seemed to think of something: "My name is Ying, are you Yula?"

The girl nodded in surprise.

"Yura, Yula Lawrence."

"You are an honorary knight of the West Wind Knights, right? The guy who often steals my tasks recently."

The girl tilted her head, her eyelashes flickering.

"It actually made me meet you... Hmph... I will remember this grudge."

Yura hugged her hands, raised her head to one side, and said arrogantly.

"Hey, this... is this the etiquette of nobles?"

Paimeng spread his hands helplessly. Although he knew that the girl in front of him was introduced by Captain Qin and could teach them noble etiquette, but...

No matter how you look at it, she looks like a down and out noble lady, right?
(End of this chapter)

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