Chapter 612

Ren has been looking at each other since getting off the car.

The first impression of this marquise is that she is glamorous. She is not very tall, only about 1.6 meters tall, but her protruding front and back are very hot. Bottomless, smooth white skin, a head of red curly hair draped over the shoulders, the hair dances like flames when shaking the head, somewhat similar to the image of a long-haired lady.

Her every move, every frown and smile are as elegant and moving as if they have been carefully trained, exuding amazing charm, and her slightly hoarse voice is also full of an indescribable temptation.

Who would have guessed that it was a pope if they hadn't known it in advance!

The eyes of the soul also confirmed her strength. She is a genuine holy-rank spellcaster. Beneath her graceful appearance is a surging soul power, which can release nine-ring spells at any time.

"Mrs. Elisa, I've heard of you for a long time."

Ren stepped forward to greet, bent down according to noble etiquette, and kissed Mrs. Elisa's outstretched slender hand.

"Your Excellency the Earl is the one who has been admired for a long time. We have been looking forward to your arrival, and Viola has mentioned it many times." Madam Elisa gracefully withdrew her hand, and her round eyes were generously observing Ren Covering his mouth with a smile, he said, "You are as handsome as the rumors say. I don't know how many noble ladies in Northril will be heartbroken."

Viola held Ren's arm slightly tighter, raised his chin, and looked at Shenghui with pride.

"Ma'am, that's amazing." Ren humbly said.

"Please come in quickly, the salon is about to start, and many people are looking forward to seeing the heroic demeanor of the Earl." Madam Elisa turned around and led the way in person.

Her footsteps were unhurried, with a charming fragrance as she walked.

Ren couldn't help but be attracted by her back, his eyes slid down and landed on a certain exciting part, he thought to himself, and quickly moved his eyes away.

Entering the mansion, you will be greeted by the resplendent hall.

The hall of hundreds of square meters is luxuriously decorated, with more than a dozen expensive crystal lamps lighting up like daytime, sofas and coffee tables are carefully arranged, expensive paintings are hung on the walls, and there are many musical instruments in the corners. , On the contrary, it reveals a deep aristocratic background.

At this moment, dozens of guests have already arrived in the hall.

Everyone has been carefully dressed, the ladies are beautiful and the men are well-dressed. They gathered in small circles in twos and threes, holding wine glasses in their hands, discussing some topics in a low voice under the cover of the melodious music, with a very focused expression.

However, Ryan saw at a glance that this was just an appearance.

Almost all the guests were not focused on the discussion. As soon as they and Viola entered the door, they immediately stopped talking and cast their gazes at the door.

Immediately, the eyes of both men and women were filled with astonishment.

There was a gasp in the hall.

Some men even almost lost their composure, staring at Viola blankly, their eyes glazed over, turning a deaf ear to the words of their female companions.

In his previous life, Ren often saw the news that a certain female star was "beautiful and overwhelmed the crowd". Today, she overwhelmed so and so on this occasion, and tomorrow she overwhelmed so and so in that place. I used to think that it was all unscrupulous media who took money to brag , don't believe it at all.

Until now, he has not seen what it means to be truly gorgeous.

In Mrs. Eliza's salon, all the female guests who participated were outstandingly beautiful, and there were a few of them who were rare to see, but when Viola came out, they were all compared.

The half-elf just stood there and became the focus of the audience.

Her beauty is so dazzling, as if there is a halo around her body, people can't look away.

Ren's soul's eyes saw all kinds of beings, admiration, amazement, admiration and even jealousy, all kinds of emotions were churning in people's hearts, even standing next to her was ignored.

Clap clap!

Mrs. Eliza clapped her hands to draw the attention of the guests back, especially the men who were finally awakened by the applause.

"Everyone."

She said loudly: "Let us welcome today's most honored guest, who is also the guest that everyone has been looking forward to for a long time, Mr. Ryan Augustus, I don't need to introduce any more!"

"Chairman Ryan!"

"Lord Lord Glamorgan."

The guests greeted Ren from all directions in the hall, raised their glasses to signal, or nodded from the air, with flattering expressions on their faces.

As Mrs. Elisa said, who hasn't heard of the name of Ryan Augustus?

It's even hotter in Northriel these days.

With the continuous exposure of the supervision team and the inquiry meeting, especially on the first day, the photo of Renn coercing the Nether wizard in the form of a half-giant made the headlines of various newspapers in the empire, and let the people of the entire empire see it Ren's power.

The newspaper photo of Ryan was not very clear, and his features were a bit blurred.

Most of the people in the salon met Ren himself for the first time, and they were inevitably full of curiosity about this young man in full swing.

Some guests who wanted to make friends disregarded the salon etiquette, directly left the people around them and approached Rennes, vying to introduce themselves. Of course, there are also a few people whose goal is not Ren, but Viola next to him, wanting to appreciate the peerless beauty of the half-elf up close.

Ren stopped these lechers with his eyes.

For those who really want to make friends, Renn responded very kindly and had a few conversations.

The guests who can be invited by Mrs. Elisa to the salon are either rich or noble. They are not rich and wealthy, or powerful extraordinary people, or nobles with extraordinary backgrounds.

Several of them were imperial councilors affiliated with the Modu faction.

Ren cared most about them, carefully remembered everyone's name, and observed their minds with the eyes of the soul. In order to compete for the consul in the future, I need members to nominate and vote, so that they can build momentum for me, so I need to establish a good relationship now.

Viola has been leaning against Renn, like a real female companion, never making a sound, being a quiet vase.

This doesn't match her identity and character, but she enjoys the feeling of being with Ren.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our salon has begun."

Mrs. Eliza stood in the middle of the crowd. Her opening remarks interrupted the communication between Ren and the Imperial Councilor, "Our theme today is music. Now, I will sing a song for all distinguished guests. This is my new song. As a prelude to this salon."

"Good!" The guests applauded loudly.

Someone laughed and said, "Then we are really lucky."

Some guests sat down immediately and praised: "It's been a long time since I heard the wonderful singing of the Marquis, and I'm looking forward to it."

The hall fell silent.

Mrs. Eliza's smile faded, and a lute appeared in her hand. She held the lute in her arms and tuned it a few times, then plucked it gently, and the melodious sound of the lute rang out.

She took a deep breath and began to sing:

"Scarred all over, longing for your tender caress for a long time

Destiny knits, defies starlight

I tore apart my heart and let your love occupy it..." (Note 1)

The melodious singing was accompanied by the sound of the piano, and a few words of lyrics firmly grasped the heartstrings of all the guests present. People were submerged in the singing without knowing it, and looked at Mrs. Elisa ecstatically, forgetting the action.

Ren also listened attentively.

He didn't know any singing skills, but he could tell that Mrs. Eliza's level was definitely comparable to the top singers in her previous life, or even better.

So much for the best concerts.

Sure enough, being the president of the Imperial Art Association, Mrs. Elisa is definitely not in vain.

Her new song tells a poignant love story. There are many metaphors in the lyrics, so many people can see their shadows. The expressions on their faces are different. Some people are sad, some are reminiscing, some are grateful, and some are indifferent.

Halfway through hearing it, Ren felt a slender catkin grabbing his hand.

He turned his head and looked into Viola's affectionate eyes, expressing affection, as if he had a thousand words to say, so he smiled at her, and clasped his fingers tightly together.

After a few minutes, the song ended.

Mrs. Eliza stopped playing and singing, but didn't speak immediately, as if she herself was immersed in it and couldn't get out of it for a while.

After more than ten seconds, the guests came back to their senses and applauded like a wave.

"Thank you all."

Mrs. Elisa stood up and bowed to the guests around to express her gratitude. The smile returned to her face, and she said, "I'm going to show my ugliness first, and then I'll leave the stage to everyone."

A young man dressed as a bard stood up and talked eloquently: "Madam's singing is even more exquisite, and this song is also extremely beautiful. It is a rare and excellent work, but I think there are still some shortcomings. , dare to comment a few words."

"Please, Lord Kermit, I am all ears." Mrs. Eliza was very modest.

What follows is a long story.

Of course, some people objected to Lord Kermit's point of view, and they immediately jumped out to oppose it. The two sides argued endlessly, but overall they remained decent.

After several rounds of discussion, Mrs. Eliza made a summary, controlled the rhythm, and invited the next musician to perform.

When the performance was over, everyone discussed again, and the scene was very lively.

If you are a real music lover, you must like this salon very much. For example, Viola listens very carefully, and occasionally stands up to speak and wins unanimous approval.

In fact, this is not only a music salon, but also a good display platform.

Expressing one's point of view through music, making friends with noble people, winning the favor of beauties, or hunting for beauty, everyone has their own goals.

However, Ren was not interested and did not comment a word.

When others asked questions by name, they shook their heads and said they didn't understand.

Some guests were disdainful, and they didn't dare to show it, but they couldn't escape the eyes of the soul, and Ren didn't bother to pay attention.

He can play the piano, but it is only a hobby, and he will only perform for his beloved, and will never show it to attract attention. He doesn't know anything about those music discussions. In his opinion, many people's views are actually grandstanding, just to attract the attention of certain people.

There were more than a dozen rounds of music exchanges, and two or three hours passed quickly.

Ren began to feel a little bored.

Mrs. Elisa seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and when this round of discussion was over, she immediately stood up and announced: "It's getting late at night, and this is the end of the public exchange session at the salon tonight. Next, please enjoy the wine and food, take a short break, and take a break." Afterwards, there will be a private party, and I have already arranged a secret room for my servants, where I can spend the night or have a chat with my friends, please feel free to do so.”

As her voice fell, the crystal lights in the hall dimmed.

Beautiful maids brought fine wine and delicious snacks. They were dressed in light gauze skirts and had graceful figures. There was also someone playing soothing music on the organ in the corner, which immediately made the atmosphere in the mansion hazy and charming.

The guests dispersed one after another, reclining on the sofa in relaxation, enjoying their food.

There were also people who walked onto the balcony outside and chatted with others in low voices.

There were also some men and women who whispered a few words to the maid, and the maid led them out of the hall without knowing where they went.

Many men's emotions immediately rose, and the private party after the salon was their real sex hunting ground. Their eyes turned around on the female guests, looking for suitable prey.

The most dazzling one today is undoubtedly Viola.

This was also the first time she stayed to participate in the second half of the salon. However, Renn by her side was daunting, and no one dared to strike up a conversation.

Ren took Viola's hand and walked into the garden.

Maringa Manor has a very large garden, which has the obvious style of the beautiful church. There are sculptures among the flowers and trees, and fountains are dotted nearby. , with painted paths between blooming bushes and many hidden and charming nooks with benches for lovers' private meetings in the garden.

The cost of this big garden alone is worth a wealthy viscount family.

In the center of the garden, there is also a shrine to the long-haired lady, no less in scale than that of the Longshande Art Association, shrouded in mystery.

The two strolled in the garden for a while and sat under a flower shed.

Viola drank some fine wine, her face flushed slightly, and she looked even more glamorous. The expression of refusal and welcome made Renn unable to help but taste her sweet lips.

"Are you happy?" Ryan asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Viola snuggled into his arms, "I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, and I'll make a public appearance as your lover, and today it finally came true."

"As long as you want, I can come with you at any time." Ren said softly.

Viola nodded happily.

In fact, she knew very well that this was impossible, Ren had too many things to do, but it was enough for him to have this intention.

They sat hugging each other, whispering love words, relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, Ren's expression was a little strange, and he turned his head to look in a certain direction in the garden. Viola also listened for a few seconds, and there was a rhythmic sound mixed with low groans, and he immediately understood what was going on there .

She found that Renn looked at her very playfully, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"us……"

Viola lowered her head shyly, and a breeze came in from outside the garden, which brought Madam Elisa's voice: "You two, please go to the third floor to talk."

(Note 1: This song is Thewolvenstorm from The Witcher 3 Kingfisher Tavern. It tells the story of Geralt the White Wolf and Yennefer, which is very nice.)

(Note 2: Book friend group 590158141, welcome to join.)