Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Surprised by someone's little thoughts, the corners of Grace's lips were slightly raised without even noticing it.

She carefully kept the roses preciously in the pocket of her dress, but deliberately exposed the full flower bones to show her attitude.

The moment Grace raised her eyes again, Donner ushered over a young man wearing a top hat and an open-collared black and white suit.

Before his footsteps stopped on the steps, Tang Na began to introduce the two parties.

"Miss Aisha, this is what you are looking for, Mr. Edward, the director of Pok Ocean."

Donner had a classic businessman smile on his face, and he patted Edward on the shoulder, as if to give him a hint.

"Then, this is Miss Elsa."

Only then did Grace see the appearance of Mr. Edward clearly.

He is not old, about 35 years old, and has a classic Rhine appearance, with blond hair, blue eyes and a high nose bridge.

Maybe it's because he's been sailing at sea for a long time, so his skin looks slightly darker.

His arms still looked powerful under the suit. Edward didn't pay as much attention to etiquette as the traditional Rhine nobles. Everything was in line with Grace's imagination of a sailor.

Grace guessed that Edward, as the chairman of the ocean-going company, might have been a captain for a period of time before.

Grace simply greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Edward."

"Hello, Miss Elsa."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Tang Na felt that it was almost done. He pointed at the group of middle-aged nobles in the distance and planned to leave the scene knowingly.

"Miss Aisha, please chat for a while, and I'll go talk to them for now."

"Go ahead, Boss Donner."

Grace waved her hand, and the thin lace ribbons on her evening gown fluttered like waves, looking a little childish.

Edward's eyes were subtly staring at the constantly swinging lace, as if he had locked onto prey, and the leather heels tapped the ground happily.

He didn't have the reserve of a nobleman, so he put his arms on the armrests casually and asked straight to the point,

"Sailors often have a proverb that catches cannot be shared with others. I heard that Miss Aisha has something that can bring in money? How did she give it up?"

Although the conversation was face-to-face, the standard social distance was 1.2 meters. Grace felt the disrespect that was not traditional aristocratic.

She shrank back slightly, completely dividing the distance, and then answered politely,

"It's simple, I can't eat it."

"As you know, the cost of being a magician is very huge. Normally, magic crystals...including the operation of the magic circle require a lot of money. My funds are not very convenient."

Miss Elsa's character is temporarily classified by Grace as a magician who consumes a lot of money, in order to win the trust of the nobles.

Only such a strong and powerful character background can fool others.

"Are magicians short of money? I feel like you only hear this kind of talk in scams in the slums..."

However, Edward obviously didn't believe Grace. He smiled contemptuously and exposed Grace's lies mercilessly.

"Then, is Miss Aisha going to resell some ancient treasure?"

He even began to put pressure on Grace with a presumptuous attitude of scrutiny.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, tolerated Edward's presumption for the time being, kept the smile on her face, shook her head and explained,

"No, it's a magic drink."

"Magic drink?"

Grace nodded and spoke slowly in a clear voice,

"Yes, it is the orange 'juice' in the tasting area. The special formula developed by the top alchemists of the Imperial Alchemy Institute has the effect of stimulating people's spirits and increasing their magic power."

But this was undoubtedly a ridiculous joke in Edward's eyes.

"The spirit is high and the magic power is increasing? Shouldn't it be sold out quickly? Why do you want to share it with me? You women are always like this."

The smile on his face became more unrestrained, and his winks and eyes were full of mockery.

"Miss Aisha, if I want to talk about business and cooperation, please show due sincerity."

That's human - unique, ignorant arrogance.

In the process of cooperation between Party A and Party B, ignorance and discrimination are actually very common things. Grace, who has been in the shopping mall for many years, is well aware of the truth.

She has never cared about what others think, and of course there is no need to break up easily at this moment like friction in interpersonal relationships.

"Magic drinks only have a long-lasting effect in boosting your spirits, but that's not the key. The key to the problem is - magic."

Grace has always had great patience when it comes to making money.

"what……"

Before Grace could finish speaking, Edward made a mocking noise as if to seal the coffin,

"According to what Miss Aisha said, isn't it just like coffee?"

"As a high-ranking magician, Elsa shouldn't know this, right? The coffee and tea gardens in Rhine are as far as the eye can see, and cargo is shipped one after another during the ocean voyage. I don't think there is any need for such useless things as magic drinks. "

Grace knows that Rhine today does not understand the added value of products like modern society does.

The company system on the Rhine market has only been established for less than 30 to [-] years, and even the stock market is only in its embryonic stage.

Edward, whose vision was very different from that of modern people, could not understand the hype value of magic drinks.

For the "mean vampire" who is not even willing to pay sailors' wages and regards ignorance as knowing everything, he does not have the vision to become a rich person.

Grace could even foresee that Mr. Edward would beat his chest and cry bitterly, wishing he could poke his own eyes in regret for missing today's opportunity.

"Mr. Edward has no interest in investing, so forget it."

The thought of such a scene was a bit boring, and Grace's interest dropped. She waved her hands coldly, intending to give up on it.

"It's not that I have no interest in investing, it just requires a small price."

But there was a sudden turn of events, and a subtle smile suddenly appeared on Edward's dark face, which contained a narrow and mean meaning.

"Although you are wearing a veil, Miss Aisha, you are also very beautiful. I have lived for more than 30 years, and there are very few beautiful women like you... I wonder if you are willing to pay some..."

Edward deliberately omitted some words that were inconvenient to say clearly.

"I will give you the amount you want. After all, Polk Ocean's stock price has been rising, and it is not difficult for me to give you any number."

"How about a dance, Miss Elsa?"

Reluctantly making a gentle bow at this time, Edward stretched out his hand covered with gold rings as an invitation.

Of course Grace knew what he wanted to do.

Disgusting and boring.

She tapped the armrest with her index finger and lowered her eyes, thinking about how to kick Edward away gracefully and viciously.

A mature and feminine voice sounded next to my ears, "This beautiful lady, do you want to dance together?"

It was as if he was deliberately trying to save himself.

Female...?

Grace raised her head in surprise. The woman in a bright red dress invited her to dance with the same gentlemanly attitude.

Possessing a unique and rare beauty, her impeccable facial features are as stunning as a goddess of beauty, making her unforgettable at a glance.

But what is certain is that he has never seen this woman.

To be honest, Edward's behavior was ugly and Grace's choice was obvious.

She smiled and said contemptuous words lightly to Edward, who had a frozen expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Edward, but I don't want to dance aristocratic dances with low-class people who have no manners. You can go to the pigsty and try dancing with the pigs."

"you……"

Mr. Edward's expression was a little embarrassed, as if he wanted to vent, but he was afraid of someone.

His eyes fell on the gorgeous beauty, his face turned red and the veins between his forehead bulged, he clenched his fists slightly, and finally fell silent under the woman's warning gaze.

Why do women come to dance with me?Don't understand.

The Ruoyouruowu veil swayed slightly, and Grace stepped out of the steps towards the woman.

Elegant dance music was playing in the hall, but for some reason the air was frozen like the Ice Age.

The breath of the whole audience stopped, and the surprised eyes were all focused on him like the spotlight on the stage.

At this moment, Grace only felt like Cinderella dancing with the prince and enjoying undeserved treatment.

Grace's eyebrows frowned subconsciously. Wearing lace gloves, she was not so resistant to the contact of strangers for the time being.

Trying not to let her hand be touched, Grace pretended to stick to her white palm through the air.

In an instant, the palm of my hand was pressed close to her unexpectedly.

Are you so proactive...?

The woman with long silver-white hair blinked slightly with her charming golden eyes. She gently pulled Grace to her side, and then said with a doting smile,

"First of all, allow me to introduce myself. Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Doris Otakorvi. What should I call you?"

Doris Otakorvi?

Why did she suddenly come to him and help him out?

Grace was a little confused about the thoughts of the person in front of her, but the proactive Miss Doris was like the wind blowing through the mountains. She took the initiative to hold her arm and move towards the dance floor in front.

The brisk toes touched the ground, as if they were deliberately following the rhythm of the waltz, and the silver-white hair spread like snow in the sky, carrying the warm and sweet scent of roses.

Grace's frail body was half-dragged through the crowd, and she couldn't help but call Doris, "Wait a minute..."

"Shh!"

Doris was as free as a flying bird. She turned her head and pressed her slender index finger against her bright red lips. The smile on her face was unrestrained but breathtakingly beautiful.

"If you have anything to say, let's go to the dance floor first. You don't want to be pestered by those annoying men, do you?"

Looking back at the surprised and chattering nobles, Grace's lips suddenly pursed nervously.

Because - on the steps of the stairs, Afro was holding his breath and watching all this from a distance.

The girl who always had a holy and clean smile now had a serious expression on her face, her beautiful eyebrows were condensed together like never before, and her hands were nervously folded together, like a wooden sculpture frozen in place.

Because among the crowd - the emperor brother Karta, who was as cold as a poisonous snake, was staring at him, his index finger being gnawed anxiously.

Behind him, the old magic user with a goatee was also looking at him with great curiosity.

There is always a risk of exposure.

Someone's interest was high, but Grace's was extinguished.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to dance with you, Miss Doris."

The harsh voice was low and low in order to save Doris' face. Grace's expression was as cold as ever, and her right hand that fit tightly tried to escape from Doris' palm.

However, someone grabbed his wrist forcefully.

"However, I refuse."

The smile on Doris's gorgeous face was still as bright as the spring breeze, and she gave an unexpectedly strong answer.

"How can I refuse what I have already promised? No matter what, I am rescued by you, the beautiful lady, and everyone in the room is watching~"

The woman's voice was as ambiguous and seductive as a siren's, but her attitude was extremely aggressive and she wouldn't give in.

"Miss Kitty shouldn't be so cruel, right~?"

134. Vinegar, right?I eat, I eat, I eat, eat, eat!

The atmosphere now is very awkward, like an idol at a fan meeting suddenly walked off the stage and held the hand of an unrelated passerby.

"Cat...?"

Grace didn't understand why Doris called her that. She tried to tilt her head slightly to avoid looking away from the magician with a goat's beard.

Under the influence of illusion, Grace, who caters to the witch's aura, is close to 1.7 meters in the eyes of others, which is considered an oppressive height even if she wears stiletto heels.

But this is not the case for Doris. The real Grace is about 1.6 meters tall, which is not too tall.

Although the facial features in adolescence are immature, one can also predict the stunning beauty in the future.