Chapter 9 Assassination

The beginning of the ball did not mean that she could act. She had to find him alone before she could act.

If it were in the past, she would not care about these things and could act in public, but it was her previous audacity that caused her current concerns. She was wanted by the church in Orinde. If they knew that she was here, she would be in trouble.

There was no reason for the host of the banquet to leave first, so she continued to lurk in the dark.

The music was melodious and the guests danced waltz to the melody. Men and women spun in the middle of the dance floor.

McCas also joined in. As a nobleman, he paid great attention to his image management. He was burly and strong, full of masculinity, and looked only forty years old. At this moment, his handsomeness concealed the fact that he was cruel. The ladies all wanted to dance with this handsome lord.

Tarasha noticed an outlier among the ladies. She was not wearing a skirt, but silk trousers and a white shirt embroidered with gold thread, which made her already noble figure more solemn.

Looking up again, she saw her face, Melrose.

She must have put on light makeup for this banquet, and her gentle face was now sharper.

Valeria was no longer beside her, and she did not join the dance floor. She just stood in a corner outside the crowd and watched the revelry of these people. As the lights changed, her eyes flickered, making it difficult to tell what she was thinking.

Selsi watched the nobles' calculated conversation and thought about how to find a good excuse to go to the backyard.

She felt a pair of eyes staring at her, and she glanced around carelessly, her eyes fixed on the shadow near the backyard door.

There was no one here except the shadow cast.

But she knew someone was here. She had seen Beringar blend into the shadow. The purpose of this uninvited guest who did not follow the right path was not simple.

"Assassination?"

Selsi thought, this was easy to guess, and there was no need to think too much, but she didn't know who she was going to kill.

Selsi didn't know that she was looking into Tarasha's eyes. When Tarasha saw her clear blue eyes, her heart tensed for a moment, thinking that she had been discovered. She looked at Selsi and turned her head away again, and breathed a sigh of relief. She wondered if she would guess it was her.

Max was complimented and drank too much, so he excused himself and left the hall.

Tarasha saw an opportunity to march into his shadow and followed him.

Selsi saw Max staggering out of the stage, and the next host was a young man, who should be the son of the count from his appearance.

When Selsi thought no one was looking at this side, he slipped into the back door.

Kahar noticed this special woman as soon as he entered the venue. Such a beautiful girl, why had he never seen her before. If he didn't take her, it would be a waste of talent. He believed that with his appearance and status, as long as he invited her, she would quickly agree.

He noticed her leaving and going to the civilian side. He was a little unhappy. How could his mistress do such a cheap thing.

On second thought, now is a good opportunity to be alone with her, but it's a pity that he has to host this lousy party.

His mood suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, but there was nothing he could do. He was the Earl's son. Now that the Earl was gone, he should take over the hosting. He could only watch her leave unwillingly.

Max was vomiting in the toilet, and the sour smell emanated from him from the inside out.

Tarasha didn't care about that. The door of the toilet was locked, and no one would see the distinguished Earl in such an embarrassing state, nor would anyone see the bloody scene that followed.

Selsi was watching the weird scene in the backyard, feeling very uncomfortable.

She wandered around and knew what was going on in front of her. The Earl used these civilians as a tool to prolong his life. The entire backyard was within the range of the magic array. As long as they stepped into this range, the magic array would trap them here and keep dancing, without eating or drinking. Fatigue would gradually make them lose their lives, and their lost lives would be passed on to the person who set up the magic array.

She knew that the way to break the magic array was to stop the music, but music was also part of the magic array, and she didn't know how to stop the music.

She heard the music in the front hall change its tune, and knew that staying here for too long would arouse suspicion, so she decided to go back.