"Madam, Mrs. Dermott and the others have arrived."
"I already know. I'll ask you to come in later."
In the bedroom of the administrator's residence in Kamari Town, Salmont leaned behind Mrs. Redman, and the two looked at the scenery outside the window. Their clothes were scattered on the burgundy carpet.
"That's almost enough. I have to meet the guests later. There are many experienced lovers here. It won't be good if they are seen through later."
"It's such a shame. I hope you can be happy this time."
"Of course, no wonder Ortel likes to have you come to his door. You should prepare to come here again later."
The not too old maid outside listened to the voice inside and stood here with a red face, waiting for the next order.
Hermione followed everyone into the executive mansion surrounded by high walls. The houses inside had also been renovated into new brick and stone houses. The main entrance in the middle has some classical-style carved stripes, and rows of neat and symmetrical windows are inlaid on the yellow-pink walls. The green plants on both sides of the road were neatly trimmed, and the roses clinging to the arches also bloomed with pink and white flowers.
Hermione followed Mrs. Dermot to the venue in the backyard. Apart from the standard banquet hall and reception room, the indoor layout was probably nothing new.
In the back yard, a small court with the dimensions written by Hermione has also been completed. The grass below the badminton court is embedded with regular thin strips of stones to form a prismatic grid, so that the grass above it will not be trampled to death. The tennis court can only be played hard. The texture ground has been replaced, which seems more abrupt. There is no plastic in this world, something that even Roselle can't find.
There is also a pool in the center of the lawn, with a white female statue with wings standing on it. Water flows from the mouth of the water bottle she holds. More than a thousand years later, these guys are still the same piss-seeking people who are looking for fun.
There are long tables covered with white tablecloths on the grass at the back, and the canopies of several big trees leave a cool place here. Many people have already come there, and the waiters and maids are also preparing plates.
Hermione walked over and discovered that there was a small goal behind the grass wall on the roadside, which was simply nailed up with wood. Comes with a brown net. Just push it out and you can kick it on the lawn inside.
Next to the long white table, people in gorgeous clothes were chatting in twos and threes. Hermione also saw the girl she was supporting in the church before. She was next to a handsome man in his 30s, with some white hair and a somewhat stature opposite him. Fat middle-aged people are talking.
"Mrs. Dermot, why didn't you see Geisler come with you?"
Charles Jacobi, who was a little thin and pale, came with Almiron and Zollilia. He was Geisler's business partner.
The lady beside her, Almiron, was wearing a peacock blue dress, her waist was gathered up, her skin was fair, and a few strands of curly hair fell on both sides of her forehead to match her hairstyle. Zollilia wore a light yellow lace-trimmed waist dress, revealing a large area of snow-white chest. She was youthful and energetic, but also mature and charming. She looked very bold.
"He went to Langeburg to discuss the export share. Why didn't you go, Charles?"
"I haven't been feeling well lately, so I didn't ask too much about these things. Who is this lady?"
Charles noticed Hermione next to Dermot. Although she was slightly obscured by the white gauze of her top hat, she still became the center of attention here. Her red hair contrasted sharply with the light platycodon blue.
"Mr. Charles, when we first meet, you can call me Marple Austin."
Hermione looked at Almiron, who was rosy and plump, then looked at Charles in front of her, and saluted. 'No wonder you look so weak. You should find a pharmacist to treat you. Something is obviously wrong with your wife. '
"It turns out to be Ms. Austin. Your idea is very good. I saw your designs for ball games. They are very suitable for people like me to exercise."
"Dad, you should exercise more. Hey... Sister Austin's football is really fun. She can kick the ball far away."
Zoriliya also came to play a few times, and she was familiar with Hermione. Hermione also asked her to change her name to Marple Austin. Calling her by her real name might not attract Tatiana.
Hermione hadn't seen Tatiana for a long time, and she was a little unaccustomed to it. She always felt like she was watching her somewhere, squatting like the sixth child, waiting for an opportunity to surprise herself.
"What are you guys talking about? Can I join in?"
The man who had been with the woman Hermione had seen in the church came over, and the woman followed him. Next to him, a middle-aged man with gray hair walked side by side.
"This beautiful lady, can you tell me your name? My name is Fallon Miller."
After speaking, he raised his right hand in front of his chest and saluted Hermione.
"Hello Mr. Fallon, my name is Marple Austin." Hermione felt that the person in front of her was a bit frivolous. She looked at the silly son of a landowner who should have a mine at home, and even brought his adopted lover to a formal occasion.
The woman also recognized Hermione and smiled at each other. The Dermot man next to him was obviously unhappy, and he took Hermione's hand and pulled it slightly.
The middle-aged man with some gray hair also introduced himself.
"It turns out to be Ms. Austin. You are undoubtedly the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. My name is Luc Medel. I have gained weight as I get older, and I am not as eye-catching as a young person."
"Then Mr. Medel can do some exercise to keep himself in good condition, but he must warm up in advance, otherwise he will easily get injured." Hermione directly called him by his last name. After all, Luc could find a lot of people with the same name in this place. of.
"I'm an old man, so let's forget it. It's up to you young people to do it!"
"Ms. Austin, your idea is indeed very good. Remember to come to the founding ceremony of Kamari Town Football Club when the time comes. We hope to exchange more ideas with you." Fallon also interjected at the right time. His lover was very interesting. Looking back, some rules still remain.
It seemed that these were all respectable people in this area. Hermione saw a middle-aged woman with a somewhat stout figure coming from a distance, dressed in gorgeous clothes. Haider went over and brought her over. She should be his wife.
"Did you train 11 people so quickly? There are 11 other people, injuries, training, etc., all of which have to be taken into consideration."
"Let's try it first to see the effect. This time we will play for 60 minutes and see. In a few days, you can watch the game together. The simple venue has been prepared. I heard that Ms. Austin is good at all sports. May I have the pleasure of asking you for advice?”
Fallon kept looking for topics to talk about, and Hermione didn't mind giving him a little half-time shock. Mrs. Dermott, who was beside her, kept a sullen face and raised the corners of her mouth. The left hand holding Hermione's right hand already revealed her emotions and was clamped tightly.
"Mr. Fallon, please do it next time. My current clothes are not very convenient. Running around in a skirt is not how a lady should behave."
"I was rash, I might as well find another time." Fallon's eyes were fixed on Hermione's white gauze. The female companion beside him noticed Mrs. Dermot's frozen eyes and wanted to remind her but did not dare to make any move.
"Mr. Fallon, is this your new wife?" Mrs. Dermot interrupted Fallon's thoughts.
"Mrs. Dermot, I heard that you have not been in good spirits recently. It seems that you are fine now. Hans is also here. You can definitely go to Maxi Theological Seminary. This is my friend in East Poole. I know a girl, her name is Lucy Vienna, and she’s traveling with me.”
Fallon then turned his attention back to Dermot and the group beside Hermione. He had indeed lost his composure just now, or perhaps the charm of the woman in front of him was too high, causing his fragile mind to lose control.
Lucy behind him also saluted everyone, squatted slightly and smiled in greeting. Her light golden hair looked crystal clear under the few rays of sunlight that filtered through the shade of the trees. She had an oval face, gray-green eyes, and thin lips. The whole face retained some girlish purity and maturity; she was wearing a goose-yellow corset. The dress also showed a piece of snow-white chest, but the collar was higher.
"It seems that you have found a very good partner. Lord Miller should like it very much. Go back and have a look when you have time." At this moment, Mrs. Dermot just wanted to politely end the topic with Fallon quickly, otherwise he would not pester him again. Looking at Hermione.
"I have my own sense of responsibility for this, so I don't need to worry about it, Dermot." Fallon didn't pay too much attention and planned to continue chatting with Hermione.
Just when the atmosphere of the conversation was a little subtle, Medel arrived with his wife, who was about the same size. Dermot and Mrs. Medel hugged each other face to face, which was the etiquette between acquaintances.
“It’s been a while, Dermot/Martina.
Later, Hermione also met Medel's wife, Martina Medel. Her first impression on Hermione was that she was a bit fat and the protagonist in the British TV series she watched before.
He looks amiable, and although his age has betrayed his body, his reassuring and approachable temperament is still there.
"Ms. Austin? It's the first time we've met. You are very beautiful. If you have time, you can come and sit at my house. I believe my children will like you very much."
After she finished speaking, the three sisters of the Medel family appeared behind her, greeting everyone one by one and getting to know each other. The eldest sister looked about 16 years old and about the same age as Gloer, the second sister looked like 12 years old, and the younger brother was older than Hans.
It was rare for Hermione to see a normal and happy family, and she almost burst into tears among these secret lovers. When Mrs. Dermot saw the arrival of her old friend, she could just go and chat somewhere else, away from the annoying Fallon.
"Go and play by yourselves."
Mrs. Dermot asked Ade to take Hans and the three Medel siblings to play together. As for what they wanted to play, it was up to them.
"Did you all come so quickly?"
Mrs. Ortel also came here. She was wearing a red and white striped dress today. She was accompanied by a middle-aged man with a mustache on his upper lip. He was wearing a black formal suit. She looked smart, capable, and a little noble. , he should be Alter's husband, Baron Lori.
Hermione was a little surprised, why so many people came to today's small banquet, and the host, Administrator Carlo Wagner, was not there, and the hostess also didn't show up.
"Ms. Austin? A very charming young man. First time meeting you. My name is Lorrie von Lange."
"Hello, Baron Lowry." It seems that this baron is also a well-known person in Faro.
"Although I would like to talk to you for a while, there are some things that wait for no one. Medel, Fallon, Charles, let's go talk to Cecil first!"
Baron Lori took the two of them away and went to the table in the distance to chat with the man here who kept looking at them.
"Would you like to change your clothes and play? Redman has no shortage of clothes here." Ortel said to the remaining ladies. For them, this place is like home.
"Okay! I'm going to change my clothes first." Zolilia was already bored with these conversations and couldn't get a word in.
"Wait a minute! Haven't you seen Redman yet?"
Mrs. Dermot was a little surprised that the real owner had not come for so long. Ortel was thoughtful, looking at the house in front, with the corners of his mouth raised. Almiron, who didn't say much, looked at Ortel's smile and understood something.
The white door of the house opened, and a mature woman wearing a green velvet skirt walked out, looking like a lady. Behind her, the maid took a child to join Hans' group who were playing.
"I'm sorry, everyone, something small happened and it's only been dealt with now. I hope you can have fun."
Redman raised her wide skirt to salute and apologized. Her brown and black curly hair was tied into a popular hairstyle. She simply wore some jewelry so as not to look too tacky, and her face was rosy.
Hermione found that her whole body was excited, her spirit body was orange-red, and the smell of hormones could not be hidden from her. It seems that they are another couple who belong to each other, but I don’t know who they are. You weren't watching your group having an affair somewhere in the house just now, were you? Able to play and exciting enough.
Hermione, who was half a head taller than them, could easily become the center of attention with her outstanding appearance. At this moment, she was looking at Mrs. Redelman, who had arrived late, which made her a little uncomfortable.
"He...Ms. Austin, is there anything on my face?"
"It's nothing. Mrs. Redman, you look very good and elegant today."
"Really? Thank you for the compliment." Mrs. Redman touched her cheek, a little shy.
Hermione felt her right hand being pulled again, and thought to herself, Mrs. Dermot, why are you jealous of your best friend? You look good too.
"Let's go sit down. I see you have been standing for a long time, especially Almiron. Aren't you always unsteady on your feet recently?"
After Ortel finished speaking, he and everyone sat down around the small round table that had been prepared. Mrs. Redman had to talk to other guests and left here directly.
"Mom, I went to play too. It's so boring here." Zolilia finally couldn't stand it anymore, picked up her skirt and ran to join Hans' group of football players. Ladies and so on, please go aside first.
"Then remember to put on some sports clothes. How appropriate is this?"
Almiron gave some instructions and asked the accompanying maid to quickly watch.
Hermione sat down and kept smiling. She also wanted to join the football team. Although her feet were wearing low-cut high heels, they should not be broken under the control of her own strength!
Most of the conversation after that was about Hermione, especially Alter who wanted to find out all three generations of Hermione's ancestors. They only knew that Hermione was from Intis.
"Why don't you come and play tennis! Especially you, Martina, you need to exercise more. If you don't maintain your charm, Medel will be like Fallon and go to the states of Marseille to pick up a lover."
I don’t know why Ortel was so active, she was the one talking most of the time.
Martina responded with a smile. "I believe Luc is not such a person. I just want to watch you guys play."
"That's just right. Ms. He...Austin and I will play badminton together. Alter, you and Almiron will play tennis together. Martina, you will count for everyone."
Mrs. Dermot took Hermione and went directly to change clothes and get ready. Anyway, the chatting was not in line with her wishes.
