She Is Not a Witch

　　 A young girl in a blue dress is slowly walking into the hall, and the surrounding guests automatically give way to her, just because she is too beautiful to bear blasphemy.

　　 is different from those women whose faces are decorated with various powders, those who wear gold and silver fancy jewelry to decorate themselves, and they are also different from those noble girls who pretend to be arrogant but mean. The blue dress that just wraps the body, the light-colored neck lining and the pure white gloves with lace patterns, the whole dress like green leaves perfectly highlights the girl.

　　 She didn't look at anything in her eyes, her clear eyes with a little curiosity, she inadvertently swept the entire banquet, stepping on small steps, but as if stepping into everyone's heart, rattling with the heartbeat. This natural beauty is like a magnificent artwork from any angle, attracting greedy and admiring eyes in the hall.

There is a huge chandelier hanging on the dome in the hall. Dozens of large candles are burning on it, and there is a circle of smaller chandeliers around. These chandeliers are made of exquisite brass, and the violent candlelight will be on the dome. The murals of the city are reflected clearly and brightly, and these murals that record various legends and myths add a luxurious color to the hall.

　　As Lorraine Hill entered the venue, the music in the banquet began to play. 8 fiddlers and 1 pianist began to perform next to the stage. The soothing and lively music accompanied the congratulations of the guests, and the banquet officially began.

　　 First of all, the gorgeously dressed gentlemen and women came to say hello to Lorrain Hill. Although the girls didn't know any of them, they responded politely one by one when prompted by Chelsea.

　　 In the eyes of these young girls, there are envy, longing, pleading, and some fanatical love. No matter which world it is in, love at first sight has always been such a thing.

　　 After the girl responded for a while, a middle-aged man in a black dress came over. His dress was embroidered with small patterns of olives and shells with emerald silk thread, indicating that he came from the Yagertylin family.

　　 "Hello, Miss Lacey, I'm Jerenk, the current owner of the Yagertylin family, and welcome your visit."

　　 "Hello Uncle Jelink, I heard my father mentioned you many times, but I also trouble you for sudden visits."

　　 "Don't care, your father and I are close friends, and I am very sad to hear his bad news. If there is anything I can help, I will definitely help."

　　 "Thank you for your kindness, and if necessary, I will definitely tell you." Lorraine Hill bowed his head slightly and saluted.

After talking for a while, a young girl in a bright yellow dress came over. She has long blue hair with some spirals on her chest. She wore a small and exquisite golden necklace on her neck. The necklace was in the middle. Hanging a blue crystal pendant.

　　 "Hello, my father." She first saluted Jellyn Kee, then turned to face Lorrain Hill, her golden eyes full of curiosity.

　　 "Richier, you are here, let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Rachel. You should have more common topics about your age, so I won't bother you."

　　 After speaking, Jerlink walked to the other side to communicate with other people.

　　 The girl in the yellow skirt greeted Lorrain Hill first.

　　 "Hello, this is Ricky."

　　 "Hello, my name is Lacey. I'm sorry, because I'm here for the first time in Verga. I don't know much about etiquette. If you don't do it well, please tell me."

　　 "It's nothing like that, Lacey. I think your performance is better than everyone else. It's like a natural princess." Rachel smiled.

　　 "Let’s come here for a meeting."

　　 Ruiqier took Lorrain Hill to a small table by the dance floor, and soon two servants came over and put a candlestick on the white tablecloth, and then brought two glasses of juice.

　　 "I only came of age in the second half of my life, and my father didn't let me drink. I don't know if you are used to drinking juice. I heard that Westwind prefers to drink."

　　 "It's okay, I also like juice very much, I don't drink alcohol basically."

　　 Lorraine Hill shook her head. She didn't know her age in this life, and she couldn't talk about adulthood. In her previous life, she rarely drank high alcohol, at most low alcohol with friends.

The juice in the glass is light green. After shaking, you can still find finely crushed green pulp. The taste is sour in the mouth, and then there is a sweet taste. A few ice cubes are added to the glass. In the summer season, it is refreshing and refreshing. And delicious.

"Like it?"

　　 "Yeah." Lorrain Hill sipped this cold juice, the refreshing taste dispelled a lot of summer heat.

"Hee hee, I invented this. This juice is squeezed from citrus berries, but the citrus berries are sour, so I try to add some honey to neutralize the sourness. At the end, add ice cubes to let The taste is more stimulating." Rachel introduced her proud work to Lorrain Hill.

　　 "Ice cubes?"

"Yes, there is an original Sequence 3 ice light bartender at home. She is very good at this aspect. In recent years, the newly developed perfumes in our house are also led by her. I will introduce her to you when I have time. "

　　 "It's delicious? Can you describe the feeling? My brothers despise fruit juices and only like to drink. Every time they ask me they are perfunctory."

　　 "Well, it's like putting your hand into the cold mountain spring in a sultry afternoon, and the sound of Ding Dong wakes up the whole person."

　　 Lorraine Hill tried to use words to describe his feelings, but Rickie was very happy, as if she had met a friend of life.

　　 "Lacy, you must be doing well in your studies. My brother and father will describe what is good, at best, they will say good, good."

　　 "There are only a few words every time you come and go. It is really boring to communicate with them."

　　 Ruiqier began to complain that everyone around her had no literary literacy, and she was not interested in anything other than accounting and making money all day long.

　　 Then Rachel began to talk about various literature ~ www.readwn.com~ novels, dramas, although Lorrain Hill had basically never heard of it, but only occasionally nodded in agreement, she was also very happy. It can be seen that she is a girl who likes the story of the wind and the moon very much, and no one around her can communicate for a long time.

　　 "Did you know, Lacey, my favorite is the legendary Flash Knights, and the leader Ayer is so handsome."

The Flash Knights is a legend that appeared in the Third Age. Its leader Ael and the founding monarch of the Westwind Kingdom are close friends. The two families have been married many times, and now the Flash Knights are also directly under the royal family of the Westwind Royal Family. The Knights have left many glorious achievements and legends in history.

　　 And the story of the head Ayer is also very exciting. After being continuously beautified by later generations, and through opera performances, he is a household name on the mainland. Although he was a person hundreds of years ago, he is still regarded by countless young people as the hero in their hearts and the perfect object in the hearts of thousands of young girls.

　　 Happy times always pass quickly, and the banquet is gradually coming to an end when a young housekeeper walks over.

"Miss Lacey, hello. I'm Irving, the butler of Yagertylin's house, sorry to disturb you. Our master Jerlink invites you to sit in the study next to him for a while, wanting to get to know your father, Lord Angus Thing."

　　 "Okay, I'll go later." Lorrain Hill stood up, motioned to the housekeeper and the maid in the distance, and then followed the young housekeeper out of the hall and approached the promenade next to him.

　　 Seeing her peers and friends who she just met was invited to leave by her father, Rui Qier was a little confused.

　　 "When did my father take this seriously?"

　　 As the girl left the hall, there were subtle footsteps in many corners of the dark part of Yagertylin's house, and occasionally the sound of armor colliding.