"You finally came!"
The person who opened the door was obviously an old acquaintance of Lensak. After seeing them appear, he breathed a sigh of relief almost without concealing it.
There was a sense of joy on his face.
Combined with the words he blurted out, Dean suddenly had a deeper understanding of Lensak's status as a "habitual lateness offender".
However, this close attitude quickly stopped after seeing Dean. The man cleared his throat and bowed.
"Welcome to District 1, Captain Lensak, President Dean."
"There are several other distinguished guests. I am very honored to have the opportunity to entertain you. I hope you can spend a pleasant time here."
Lensak exposed it in a shameless manner: "It's not up to them to decide whether you are happy or not. If you are really so sincere, instead of saying blessings, you might as well do something practical."
This is hard to say.
The man smiled awkwardly but politely.
After successfully blocking out the official words behind him, Lensak reached out and tapped his cuff, signaling Dean to observe carefully.
"See this badge on him?"
Afraid that his actions were not obvious enough, he pointed out the same location on his body and pulled it to Dean's eyes so that he could find it easily.
With Lensak's thoughtful step-by-step instruction, Dean caught the family crest on the man's cufflinks at a glance.
He nodded and waited for Lensak's next words.
"This is the family crest of the Stryker family. They are one of the richest families in the empire. They have rich assets and are famous for their smooth handling of affairs. At the same time, they are also His Majesty's confidants."
"The person in front of you is Wesley Strick, the adopted son of the Strick family. The last few times I came to District 1 to attend the anniversary celebrations, he always entertained me."
Keenly capturing a certain keyword, Lucy and Ronan suddenly raised their heads and looked at Rensak's tall back, their eyes full of shock.
Is this... something that can be said?
Or we should ask, is this really a topic that can be brought up face to face when we first meet?
The apprentices all recalled the teacher's instructions to the two of them to "talk less and watch more" before setting off.
Learning is useless. Learning is useless.
They turned their heads and looked at Wesley, who had a neutral expression on his face. They were a little worried about whether the other party would fall out with him.
But they obviously thought too much. In the world of aristocrats, there are not so many glass-hearted people. Not only did Wesley not show anything strange, he nodded calmly and joked to himself: "Although I am an 'adopted son', I am in the first place." The district is fairly well-established. If you have anything you want to know, you can come and ask me. If it’s not too confidential information, I should be able to answer it."
Without reaching out to stop hitting the smiling man, Dean nodded, which was considered to be in agreement with Wesley's words.
After a conversation that made others sweat, Lensak got the key to the room. He glanced at the golden key in his hand that was obviously different from before, and raised his eyebrows with unknown meaning.
"Is everyone else here?"
Wesley gave an affirmative answer, "Except for a few distinguished guests who cannot be present, all the guests on the invitation list are here."
After saying that, he added another sentence as if to remind him.
"Just waiting for you."
Lensak was very calm, "Waiting is a good habit, and I hope they can continue to do so."
Wesley was simply amazed at his ability to cope with things that never seemed to be awkward.
Fortunately, after being in contact with him so many times, he has developed some ability to accept this person's temperament. When he hears such a sentence, his expression does not change, as if he suddenly lost his hearing, pretending that he has not heard anything, and just passes it by.
Wesley made a "please" gesture and led the people all the way to the top.
When the door was opened to reveal an open space, Lucy and Ronan couldn't hold back and let out their third exclamation since they arrived in Area 1.
The luxurious suites with a large flat floor layout bring a great visual impact to the "countryside people" in District 13.
The demon pets swarmed in, and Kanna drove them into one of the rooms in a balloon. The others stayed in the wide hall and continued to express their shock at Strick's wealth.
Wesley waited for them to finish the tour and then said: "In order to provide the best service to the distinguished guests, we have deliberately left this floor vacant and only entertain people from District 13. We will also arrange for dedicated personnel to deliver the drinks and meals. If you have any other needs, you can come to me at any time, and I will try my best to solve them as long as I am here."
The implication is that if you have nothing to do, don't wander around on other floors.
Dean glanced at the demon pets, feeling subtly like bringing a dog into a restaurant.
He nodded towards Wesley, and he could guess what the other party was worried about. Just when he was about to say a few words of courtesy, he heard Lensak say something negative.
"Generally speaking, he will be there except when you have an argument with other people."
Lensak sat on the sofa, felt the wide field of view, stood up, walked to Dean, patted his shoulder and said.
"Enjoy it, this level of hospitality is even my first time."
"It shows how much Wesley values you."
A blue cross appeared on Wesley's forehead. He looked at Lensak with a smile, signaling with his eyes that enough was enough.
"Captain Lensak was joking. We treat every distinguished guest equally and are not biased."
“This is what we serve.”
Lensak was noncommittal, but he didn't stop the fire and turned around and walked towards one of the bedrooms.
"I'll take my leave now."
Without Lensak's interference, Wesley's mood quickly calmed down. He said a few more polite words to Dean, then turned and left.
After Wesley's figure disappeared from sight, Dean immediately released his mental power and circled around each room. The Akaman fish also followed and swam out, appearing everywhere on the fifth floor. After a round of inspection and finding nothing amiss, I swung my tail and returned to the spiritual sea.
After gathering his mental energy, Dean turned around and saw Lensak leaning on the door frame and saying slowly.
"Don't be so careful. Strick is a business family. They know very well where their bottom line is."
Dean strongly condemned this afterthought. He walked over to the table, poured himself a glass of water, raised the empty glass and tilted it in Lensak's direction.
"Thanks."
Dean poured him water and pushed the cup over with his mental strength.
While Lensak was drinking water, he suddenly asked: "Is Strick a loyalist?"
As a result, Lensak could neither drink nor spit the water. He paused for a moment, but chose to swallow it. Faced with Dean's gaze, Lensak repeated his words.
"Prince?"
This was a new word to Lensak. After tasting it for a moment, he suddenly felt that this title was quite appropriate.
"That's right to call him that, but what they are close to is not the 'Emperor', but the 'Imperial Power'."
He gave a meaningful expression.
"These two words don't refer to the same thing."
…
The two people in the living room were talking about business, while the demon pets in the room were having fun all over the floor.
Kana looked at the nonsensical mirrors lying on the floor, concentrating on each other, and tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
"What?"
What are you doing?
"Big sister!"
Seeing it approaching, the leader of the nonsense mirror immediately floated up and made a "shh" gesture with the Akaman divine fish in the mirror.
Kana followed the direction of its body swing and looked at the wooden floor. She felt it for a moment, and her eyes suddenly became dangerous.
Down here, it seems... there is an energy plant?
Plants growing on the ceiling?
Any fool knows something is wrong.
It blinked and stretched out its little paws.
Seeing that the eldest sister was about to take action, Hu Shuojing quickly came over to stop her.
Surrounded by five nonsense mirrors, Kana was a little curious about what they wanted to do, so she retracted her claws and gave up the stage to these nonsense mirrors who were ready to move.
Then I saw a few nonsense mirrors lying on the ground. After counting silently for three seconds in my mind, I spoke in correct Chinese and raised my voice: "A lama came from the south, holding a five-pound turtle in his hand. From the north came a mute with a trumpet in his waist. Nanti pulled the Tama Lama..."
"Phoenix is painted on the pink wall, phoenix is painted on the pink wall. Red phoenix, pink phoenix, red phoenix, flower phoenix..."
"Black fertilizer will become gray and volatilize, and gray fertilizer will volatilize and become black..."
For a moment, all kinds of noisy words poured into her brain. Kana felt inexplicably irritable listening to this unfamiliar language.
It pinched its paws, feeling a little itchy.
Even my own people had this reaction. Needless to say, the people below, the green ear-shaped plants clinging to the ceiling and growing all over the ceiling turned black almost instantly.
Before the owner could repair it, a large piece of it withered and fell witheringly.
"I……"
Resisting the urge to curse, Susie Wolfe quickly picked up her "Peeping Ear" from the ground and poured energy into it with distress.
A large amount of life energy was absorbed, and Peeping's ears flashed strongly. In the end, he died suddenly because he ate a lot of content he didn't like.
"ah!"
Susie was holding the mutated plant that she had spent a long time cultivating, and her heart was bleeding.
But the person who encouraged her was still making sarcastic remarks.
"As for that? Just cultivate another one. You 'botanists' are not the best at..."
"Shut up, Sarah Perez!"
She showed an unbearable expression, "My plant died because of you. You should feel guilty for its sacrifice instead of making sarcastic comments here! It's so rude!"
"Listen, our cooperation has been cut in half! Do you know what it means? Just like my favorite comic "Balara Brave vs. King Orr", there is no follow-up!"
"I won't help you anymore!"
"You defiled plant woman! The executioner's accomplice!"
She picked up her suitcase and left the room angrily, like a little beast with explosive hair, even her hair was filled with thick anger.
"...Well, I hope you can hold on a little longer this time."
The blindfolded girl shrugged, pushed the door with her toes, and closed it.
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