I, the Heir of Heroes

"The first floor is mostly entertainment facilities. If you want to have a meal, sir, you can go to the party banquet on the second floor..."

"Okay, thank you."

Seemingly seeing the doubts on Jia Luo's plain face, the maid at the side stepped forward and told him some basic information.

However, Jia Luo thinks that he has not reached the age when he is in high school and can be called Mr. by women older than him, so it feels somewhat strange.

——I once heard Guangxuan talk about his innate noble temperament and posture, and everyone who looks at him will subconsciously ignore his age.

Thinking that this cannot be changed, Jia Luo felt relieved.

Nodding silently to express his thanks, Jia Luo, under her guidance, proceeded to the depths of this floor full of entertainment.

Almost all the doors of the room were open, and just like Jia Luo walked all the way, the whole scene has been reflected in his mind.As can be expected, the entertainment in these maids’ words are some high-end facilities—a complete range of musical instruments in the musical instrument room, a venue that is large enough to hold a small concert, a wealth of books in the library, etc...

In these haunts of social elites, it is of course necessary to decorate a place of conversation worthy of their status.

However, most of the rooms on the bottom floor are middle-aged people who are no longer young. There are few young people like Jia Luo who can be indifferent in this environment.Even the scattered boys and girls just stayed in a corner of the library, chatting excitedly about what they saw and heard here.

Or even better, under the arrangement of their parents, they will show their musical instrument abilities that they have learned over the years in front of some colleagues.

The sound insulation effect of the venue with endless tunes is surprisingly good. At least standing outside the door, if you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to detect the notes that inadvertently leaked from the room.

But one thing, Jia Luo felt it from the moment he entered the door.There is obviously no restriction on the different floors, and the moment they enter the villa, different people have been classified into different levels.

At least, everyone has what is called "self-knowledge" and understands what they should do.

I am afraid that this is the only young man like Jia Luo who can walk here alone and casually.

Every time they passed by, the adults who were smiling and talking loudly subconsciously restrained their movements, and glanced at Jia Luo from time to time as if they were observing something.

What's more, the parents who came together in the family and acted as parents hesitated to encourage their girls who had just stepped into the gate of the middle school to come forward and strike up a conversation.

"boring."

[Insight of the Poor] endowed Jia Luo with unparalleled eyesight, and the groveling in this floor made Jia Luo, who was planning to rest in the library, lose this idea.

The expression that gradually became indifferent along with the sigh was also a rejection of everyone, and also the helplessness reflected in his heart.

After rejecting the gorgeous young girls in front of him several times, Jia Luo returned to the original starting point of entering the door, and stepped on the stairs to the second floor.After learning about the situation on the first floor, there are also some guesses about the reasons for holding parties on the second floor.

Presumably, those young representatives representing the hundreds of families of the master family are all gathered here.

"What a headache!"

Jia Luo disliked this kind of highly purposeful social occasion.

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The second floor does not seem to have as many exaggerated compartments as the first floor. When Jia Luo stepped up the stairs, he could already hear various whispers from the banquet hall not far away.

Standing on the porch on the second floor and looking out of the window, there is a wide and excessive garden on the other side of the villa.

The well-placed potted plants are all seasonal flowers, and each area is matched with colors without repetition.The entire garden is surrounded by lush trees, standing like a natural wall around.

"Isn't it amazing!"

Deliberately, he didn't choose to step into the venue, but wandered around in the villa as if looking at the scenery. Jia Luo wanted to reduce his sense of existence and enjoy the leisure time quietly before Mayumi came back.

It's just that a person with such a sense of presence like him will become the focus no matter where he goes, let alone in this country where yellow skin and black hair are common.

And caring people may be paying attention to him all the time.

Withdrawing his staring gaze, Jia Luo turned his upper body to look at the man who was talking to him—no, he looked at the boy.

Through that standard and polite smile, his subconsciously avoiding gaze further penetrated the essence of this strange boy.

——What an energetic kid!

However, to be more pertinent, it can be said that he is a so-called "careerist".

"Hello."

I don't know the reason why he came forward to strike up a conversation, and I don't want to know.Jia Luo responded flatly, then swayed back to the action just now, and continued to focus on what he was interested in.

However, such an obvious refusal attitude only made the boy's face slightly stiff.

"I am Qibao, Zhuomo. Please give me your advice."

Although it is an unnatural way to emphasize his surname, the wording is still within the allowed range.However, his attitude couldn't be called polite. His straight eyes stared at Jia Luo's side face seriously, as if he was waiting for someone's answer with a firm attitude.

At least for his age, doing this can be regarded as qualified.

"Maha Gala."

Just like Jia Luo's sharp and sharp demeanor, his answer is so short and concise.According to the social etiquette learned by Guangxuan not long ago, Jia Luo skillfully and naturally held Qibao Takumo's outstretched right hand.

Qibao relaxed with satisfaction.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Maki Owamura."

"Hello."

The female companion next to the boy introduced herself at the right moment, and the nature of her smile couldn't help but remind Galo of a supporting female character she met when she was shopping with Mayumi.

—Are you an entertainer in show business?

He is obviously just a teenager who has not yet entered high school, but he is unexpectedly mature with a female companion.The confident expression that didn't seem to feel uncomfortable at all had an indescribably strange feeling.