During the entire second half of the incident, Hestad stood in a corner of the living room and watched silently.
She left all the work of arranging the entire process to Victoria, and she stepped back and silently observed Victoria's specific handling - which things Victoria sorted out in detail, which details she chose Let it go in a big and transformed place...
Hestad knew there would be some PR tricks involved - things she was not familiar with yet.
After everyone dispersed, Hesta herself was about to go back to her room to rest, when a voice suddenly shouted: "Miss Eureka."
Hesta turned around and saw a slender man walking towards him holding a glass of wine.
He was wearing a mask and was very tall, almost as tall as Hesta. However, because of his slightly slumped figure, he was still a few centimeters shorter than Hesta.
The skin of the person in front of him was as good as snow, and only the part below the eyes and nose was exposed on the entire face. Behind the mask, a pair of deep and beautiful blue eyes looked at Hesta, and his two thin lips pursed into an arc.
"...Who are you?" Hesta asked.
"I am a friend of the Viscount," the man's voice was soft, like an actor, "You can call me...Gray."
"What's up?"
"It's nothing important," Gray took out his business card from his suit, "I just wanted to get acquainted with you."
Hesta took the business card, glanced at the name and identity on it, and then looked at Gray's face.
"It may be presumptuous to say this, but the moment you walked out of the study, I was reminded of the mythical Valkyrie. There is a kind of... incomparable beauty."
Hesta did not return the compliment, but stared into the man's eyes. Their eyes met for a long time, and Gray was a little flattered. He quickly smiled and exchanged a few words with Hesta, but Hesta remained silent, as if he didn't hear him at all.
"Miss Eureka?"
"...Excuse me, where do you live?"
"In this manor... about five hundred meters east from here, there is a house over there that the Viscount specially arranged for me." Gray smiled, "If you have time, you can also come to my place. Sit down, I just came back from District 12 and got many rare treasures, and I am very willing to appreciate them with Miss Youleka."
"Okay." Hesta put away the business card, "I will definitely visit you another day."
Gray nodded and saluted Hesta, turned around and left.
Looking at Gray's leaving back, Hesta couldn't help but frowned - those blue eyes really made her a little concerned. They were extremely beautiful, pure and bright, like two sapphires, but Hesta always felt that they were a bit... familiar……
Is it because I also have blue eyes?
…
The next morning, Hesta woke up early.
Near dawn, she had many chaotic dreams, about running, surviving, killing, and backlash... Those images were extremely clear when she just opened her eyes, but they soon disappeared. When she went out and went downstairs, Those unpleasant scenes seemed to have completely disappeared from her memory.
There are about ten people having breakfast in the lobby on the first floor. There is a row of horizontal tables against the wall, with some ham, cheese, egg custard and salad on them. Two chefs in uniforms are standing at a simple operating table nearby. , always ready to respond to guests’ last-minute requests.
Hesta saw Calvin at a glance. He looked a little tired. There was a circle of black and blue under his eyes, which showed that he probably didn't sleep well last night. Meeting each other at this moment, both of them felt a little embarrassed, but they still nodded and said hello to each other when they passed by.
Hesta picked up some food at random and sat next to Victoria. Diagonally opposite them was Tanglar.
After he was done drinking and eating, he wiped the oily corners of his mouth with a napkin, then casually stretched out his hand to tug on his tie, while the butler handed over today's newspaper in a timely manner.
Each page of the newspaper has been ironed by a servant in advance - in the past, this operation was originally to prevent the ink on the newspaper from rubbing on human hands. Today, with the continuous iteration of printing technology, this problem has long since disappeared.
However, Danglars liked the warm feeling of the paper after ironing it, so he kept giving this order.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Tanglar suddenly said.
But no one at the table paid any attention to him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Victoria glanced at him unbearably, "...What did you see?"
"Look, look at the recent chaos, there is no peace everywhere," Danglars patted the newspaper with the back of his hand, "Have you heard of Campbell, the famous barrister in the Third District?"
"I have an impression that he is a staunch abolitionist, right?"
"What a good man!" Danglars said with a sad and indignant voice, "Now there are a bunch of reporters who heard some rumors from somewhere and started to dig up scandals about him, slandering him for accepting bribes over the years. I will defend the defendant not guilty - rumors! They are all rumors!"
Hesta also glanced at Tanglar, "How do you know it's a rumor?"
"Of course I know. In the past few years, several of my friends' cases were handled by Lawyer Campbell. I have also been in contact with Lawyer Campbell himself. This man is not only knowledgeable and knowledgeable, but also has excellent professional skills. He is also personable and has first-class taste - —Especially red wine, I have been to his winery! These reporters are all stunned... They are just being unkind, and when they see someone standing tall, they want to pull him down, it is simply disgusting!"
Victoria raised her eyebrows and hummed, "You have so many friends."
"That's natural." Tanglar adjusted his collar again, "...your name is Victoria, am I remembering it correctly?"
"uh-huh."
"I know that you Mercury Needles have always had your own style of doing things, but sometimes you are willing to listen to outside suggestions, right? No matter how powerful you are, you still need to listen to outside suggestions, otherwise-"
Victoria laughed and said, "If you have any insights, just tell me."
"I think you guys still don't know how to handle public opinion, especially in livable areas. In this regard, you really need the guidance of some experienced people."
"Hmm." Victoria nodded again, "Please enlighten me."
"For example, how could you handle the treatment of the saints last night in front of all the guests? Everyone heard the sound of Eureka beating the saints - isn't this damaging your image?"
Victoria raised her hand to give a high five and looked at Hesta, "I forgot about this yesterday. You will have to review it later. There is no word limit, but the tone must be sincere."
"OK."
"Is this right?" Tanglar curled his lips, "To be honest, your handling is a bit too honest. Saints are like mercury needles no matter what. In front of outsiders, your own scandals are still exposed. Just hide it and don’t let everything come out.”
"Why hide it... Why is this a scandal?" Endai frowned, "Although the saint is a mercury needle, Eureka is also a mercury needle."
