hotmtlnovel Chapter 309 The Dejected Hazel
Chapter 309 The Dejected Hazel
Chapter 309 The Dejected Hazel
The auditorium at the Backlund Police Headquarters has been transformed into a dazzling banquet hall.
A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime. The walls were decorated with exquisite oil paintings and gilded reliefs, and the air was filled with a complex aroma of perfume, cigars, and fine food.
"Hello, Mr. Raoul."
"Hello, Ms. Hillary."
Hazel, dressed in an elegant evening gown, was smiling and greeting people she knew and didn't know. Her demeanor and speech were quite generous and proper, without the slightest hint of pettiness.
In her eyes, these noble nobles and commoners on the street were essentially the same. Therefore, she did not act particularly reserved.
This is a kind of arrogance stemming from power, unique to the immature extraordinary, but she herself has not yet fully realized it.
So far, the only things that have made her feel different are her teacher and that bastard James Scott.
However, her current relationship with these two people seems quite delicate.
Her teacher has disappeared. She tried to find him, but without any clues, which deprived her of her greatest support.
And James Scott—he was definitely an Extraordinary being as well, and far stronger than herself. He had been threatening her with his secret, but—in other words, he hadn't done anything substantial. This time, he even offered to let her manage the newly established foundation—
Because of her father's failed investments, their family is currently in a difficult situation. The "gift" that the other party has sent will greatly improve their situation—although her father has also provided him with some channels for selling weapons, it is much less significant compared to this gift.
Moreover, for some reason, she now seems to dislike that guy who always has a mocking smile less than she did at first.
In fact, there are some things she herself doesn't understand. How attractive is a powerful, mysterious, and unpredictable man who holds her secrets but also lends a helping hand and provides important opportunities at crucial moments to a teenage girl?
"What exactly does this guy mean?" Hazel pursed her lips.
She felt that everything she experienced from the moment she met him seemed like a dream, with a strange sense of unreality.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
After finishing his conversation with Bishop Elektra, Councilor Macht walked over to his daughter, who was alone in a corner.
"I—" Hazel opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"It seems our hero hasn't arrived yet, making our Miss Hazel a little impatient," Councilor Macht joked.
"No! Dad! What are you saying!" Hazel's face instantly turned bright red, her expression filled with shame and indignation.
Ever since she told her father about the foundation that day, she felt he was a different person. His attitude towards James Scott no longer held the same disdain as before. He even subtly inquired about her relationship with him several times. This left her both angry and speechless.
Just then, the conversation in the meeting room suddenly stopped.
Scott is here? Heyole looked in the direction of the sound with curiosity.
However, the person who arrived was not the one who always wore a mocking smile—but a noble girl with emerald-like eyes, an indescribably beautiful face, and long, lustrous golden hair, who seemed to radiate light herself.
Her mere presence made the ladies and wives around her, dressed in gorgeous gowns, pale in comparison.
That was Audrey Hall, the most dazzling gem in Backlund.
Hazel was momentarily stunned. The usually proud Hazel suddenly felt a pang of inferiority. She believed that such a dazzling young lady, even without extraordinary powers, was definitely not inferior to herself. In fact, in some aspects, the other woman was far superior.
Hazel subconsciously pursed her lips, her gaze quickly sweeping around. She noticed that almost all the guests' eyes were involuntarily drawn to each other, though the emotions in their eyes varied—admiration, envy, awe, and...
eager----
She lowered her head, a sense of dejection quietly taking root in her heart. She had never been this popular before.
She turned her head to look to the side, only to find that her father was no longer there. He must have gone to chat with Earl Hall.
"well----"
"I think I see someone here, wallowing in despair—" A mocking voice suddenly came from beside her.
Hazel turned her head sharply and found Lorne looking at her with a big smile.
"You—when did you get here?" she asked in surprise, her heart inexplicably racing.
"I followed Earl Hall and the others in. Unfortunately—" Lorne shrugged, "Unfortunately, everyone's attention was drawn to 'Backlund's most dazzling jewel,' and nobody noticed me at all."
That's the truth. That's precisely why he took the opportunity to come and exchange a glance with Hazel. After all, nobody cares about him as a hero right now.
"And what about you? Weren't you attracted?" Hazel asked instinctively.
"If I were attracted to you, how would I have noticed that you're here all alone, wallowing in despair?"
"Who's feeling down!" Hazel retorted, then turned her face away.
"Yes, yes, yes—you're just contemplating life here." Lorne jokingly offered a few words of comfort, then turned his gaze to the figure who had become the focus of everyone's attention.
"Hiss—the most dazzling gem in Backlund, it truly lives up to its name—" Lorne muttered to himself.
Although we had met briefly in a luxury store before, this was the first time I had been so openly scrutinized. Moreover, this time the other person was wearing an exquisite dress and had been carefully dressed up.
She is indeed very beautiful, a typical, flawless noble lady—Lorne commented in his mind.
Judging solely by her appearance, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
But—the way she was looking at the surrounding guests made Lorne realize something was wrong. In particular, there was a familiar aura about her.
This struck Lorne as odd.
Fors and the others said that Miss Audrey was a newcomer to the field of mysticism, and even if she was an Extraordinary, she should only be Sequence 9. But now it seems that she is probably more than that.
"Hello!"
Seeing that Lorne had actually turned his gaze away and was still staring at Audrey, Hazel became a little anxious. She inexplicably had an urge to reach out and cover the other person's eyes.
"Not just Sequence 9—" Lorne turned his gaze from Audrey to Hazel and said softly, "Actually, you don't need to be so self-conscious."
"Inferiority complex? I don't!" Hazel was interrupted by Lorne in an even lower voice before she could finish speaking.
"She is most likely—like us—an extraordinary person."
"Really? How did you know?"
"Intuition," Lorne said in a charlatan-like tone.
"You—" Hazel was speechless.
"Her sequence is probably higher than yours, but not by much." Lorne estimated that the other party was probably not yet at the middle sequence level, but was probably at the sequence 8 level.
"Work harder, and you'll surpass her."
"You mean, as long as I get promoted, I can surpass her? In every way?" Hazel suddenly became excited.
Seeing the other person's eyes light up, Lorne did not deny her words, but simply nodded slightly.
Sure enough, I'm not inferior to her—Hayor clenched her fists.
But this thought had barely formed in her mind when the cold reality made her dejected once again.
The teacher has disappeared, and I can no longer obtain any more magical or powerful abilities. Does that mean I'll never be able to compare to them again?
"Feed—" She hesitated, looking at Lorne with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, "You—do you have any way to help me get to the next level—" With her teacher gone, this man in front of her seemed to be the only channel she could access that was deeply connected to the extraordinary world.
But Lorne focused his attention on another person in the distance.
"Excuse me. I saw someone I know and I need to say hello."
With that, Lorne left.
"Hey, where are you going?" Hazel stared blankly at Lorne as he walked away.
Sherlock Moriarty? Why would this ordinary detective be in this situation? I wonder how his investigation into Will Onsett is going.
With a sense of doubt, Lorne walked toward Klein, who was sitting in the corner waiting for Charles to talk business with someone else.
But when he was halfway there, he heard a series of suppressed gasps from the surrounding area.
He looked over and saw a young man with a round face and narrow eyes slowly walking into the hall. Beside him was a middle-aged man with a serious expression and a cold face.
"They're from the royal family!" The whispers reached Lorne's ears.
"I didn't expect even the royal family to come. Coming to this party was definitely the right decision."
"Who are those two?" Lorne asked a well-informed gentleman beside him.
"That is Earl Rastin, His Highness Prince Edsac. The one next to him is his uncle, Duke Henry Augustus of Sivir."
The prince and his uncle? Lorne muttered to himself. Why would a charity gala, which was not particularly large and was organized by the police and the church, need to attract the attention of these two important figures?
He curiously glanced at the royal uncle and nephew a few more times.
Hmm—a rather serious and old-fashioned middle-aged duke, which fits my stereotype of this kind of old-fashioned nobleman.
However, the moment his gaze inadvertently met that of Prince Edsac, a chilling coldness shot up his spine without warning! He almost instinctively took a half step back.
"He shouldn't be in this kind of situation."
The thought suddenly occurred to Lorne.
This prince—his luck is strange! It seems he's encountered some serious trouble.