Bernie walked up to the black-dressed attendant at the door of the manor and took out two coins. The attendant bowed to him and handed him two masks.
Bernie turned and handed a mask to Agnes.
Agnes took the mask and put it on, took Bernie's arm and walked forward on the red welcome carpet under her feet.
"The owner here is Bonnar. He is mainly engaged in smuggling business. There is a group of cooperative pirates on the Sunian Sea. They are responsible for plundering and delivering the goods to Bodivia Port, and then Bonnar sells the stolen goods." Bernie explained to Agnes in a low voice.
"Those are some shady things. Ordinary people don't have the purchasing power to buy them, but those upper-class people do. So he will hold dances regularly."
"Well... although it's called a dance, it's actually a trade fair. You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand... There are two worlds." Bernie's words were a little vague, But Agnes heard and understood his words clearly.
She smiled and nodded, and asked with a somewhat unclear meaning: "Is the threshold high?"
Bernie nodded and said, "Yes, I got the tickets through connections."
The closed door of the house in front of me opened, and endless light poured out. Agnes smelled a strange smell, she covered her nose slightly and looked forward.
The long corridor leads to the interior, with small paths branching off on both sides. The sound of coin collisions and singing inside merge together to form a piece of selfless music.
"This is the most prosperous place in Bodivia." Bernie's voice rang in Agnes' ears.
Agnes showed a sarcastic smile under her mask and responded in a low voice: "Of course, the business here seems to be better than that of the bank."
Her eyes swept across the gambling tables in the rooms on both sides, and finally stopped at a table that was somewhat incompatible with the atmosphere here. The people in front of that table did not have the arrogance of gamblers at all. They looked like They are bank accountants, shuffling and drawing cards mechanically, and wealth is transferred under their hands due to winning or losing.
Agnes moved her gaze away and looked at another gambling table in the room not far away. A woman screamed in a sharp voice for the dealer to deal the cards. The man behind her was entangled with her body. Together, the whole person looks as if it has been torn apart.
Bernie noticed Agnes's gaze and explained in a low voice: "That woman comes here every time. She has been here for a long time. I heard she owes a huge amount of gambling money."
"Let's go." Agnes' voice was a little cold, and without stopping, she took Bernie's arm and walked forward.
The two finally walked through the long corridor and entered the real dance hall. The sound of music lingered in their ears, and the men and women on the dance floor twisted and danced. A huge chandelier hung above everyone's heads, illuminating the entire hall like daylight.
"It's still some time before the party starts, but everyone who is going to party should be in the ballroom." Bernie whispered to Agnes.
"Want a song?" Agnes stood there and listened to a piece of music being played, and said with a slight smile: "I think my dancing skills should be pretty good."
"Of course, it's my pleasure, Ms. Senia." Bernie responded with a smile in his voice.
Agnes took off her cloak, and Bernie took Agnes's gloved hand, saluted, and stepped onto the dance floor with Agnes.
The attendants walked through the crowd holding trays containing coins and gold. The goods for the transaction were placed on the trays like wine and passed among the crowd. Agnes's eyes swept over the goods, and her spiritual intuition Tell her that these are just ordinary items.
Agnes showed incredible proficiency on the dance floor, and the skirt of her long dress spread out as she twirled - after all, she had attended dozens of dances in the months before leaving Feneport City, although She often pretends that she is not physically strong enough to dance a complete song.
Her hand on Bernie's shoulder was strong from time to time, leading Bernie to move through the crowd on the dance floor to the music.
Her eyes swept across the men and women dancing on the dance floor, guessing the identity of each other, and secretly noted the costumes of suspicious people in the crowd.
Agnes' eyes swept across a pair of men and women who looked normal. She found those two people very interesting. The young man had gray eyes, brown hair, deep features, skilled dance moves, and a calm demeanor, showing that he often visited high-class places; while the girl dancing with him had flustered eyes and poor dance steps--they saw She looks like a playboy and an ordinary ignorant girl who was tricked into a bad place.
But the details on their bodies told Agnes that the identities of the two people were exactly the opposite - the girl was born into the upper class, while the man was the one who really pretended to be a fake upper class person.
Although the girl's dance steps are poor, judging from her subconscious movements of landing her feet and raising her hands, it is obvious that she has received special etiquette training. In addition, she is wearing an exquisite long skirt, well-matched jewelry, and appropriate makeup, her family conditions are at least average even if they are in the upper class. The girl looks a little older than Agnes herself, but she is definitely not yet an adult. Logically speaking, at such an age, if you want to go to social places such as dances, you need to be accompanied by an older woman.
The man looked proficient in dancing, but his behavior and clothing were somewhat different from the aesthetic standards of the upper class. His eyes also kept scanning the people on the dance floor, looking more like he was looking for someone. .
People who usually come to the dance to find someone... probably not the detective who came to catch the mistress, Agnes laughed secretly in her heart.
Bernie whispered in Agnes's ear, "I think we can get out of here."
Agnes nodded with a smile and withdrew her gaze. The two of them gradually moved to one side of the dance floor to the sound of music. Bernie took out a hooded cloak from the cabinet on one side and put it on himself. Agnes also took back her cloak and put it on again, lifting it up. His arm held the man's arm again.
The two of them continued walking down the corridor behind the ballroom. The corridor in front of them looked normal, but Agnes' keen sense told her that she was going underground along the corridor.
The lights on the corridor gradually dimmed until they were replaced by pale candles, marking the edge of the corridor.
There were other footsteps coming from the shadows, and Agnes knew they were other Beyonders participating in the trade fair. In fact, she is walking in the shadows now - for most extraordinary people, seeing things in the darkness is not a rare thing, except for certain sequences.
Agnes raised her hand and pulled her hood forward. She had already seen the room not far away. People in the room were gathered in a circle. It was obviously the place where today's extraordinary gathering was held.
Agnes and Bernie walked into the room, and her eyes swept across the room. The room was circular in shape, with dozens of doors around it, and behind the doors was a dark corridor. This room is like the center of a spider web, and the corridors are like spider threads radiating from the center, leading to different places.
There were roughly six or seven people sitting in the room, wearing masks provided by the manor, all wearing cloaks and hoods.
