Chapter 125
As she passed through one door after another, Jidi arrived in the foyer. The moment she spotted a guest being escorted in by a servant, she instantly shifted into her role.
Beneath her black chip mask, a faint smile appeared on Jidi's lips as she approached step by step, her aura as the manager rising with each stride.
“Baron Jorden, what a rare guest.”
With a smile, Jidi performed a slight curtsy to the well-dressed old baron before her.
“Ho ho ho... It’s indeed been a while, Miss Manager. Business seems to be thriving lately.”
The old baron chuckled, extending his hand. As he grasped Jidi's hand, he playfully squeezed it a couple of times, grinning, “When will you have time for dinner? It would be an honor.”
“Ha ha ha, I’ve been quite tied up lately, as you can see. I’m so busy I had to come out to greet guests myself... Here, take Baron Jorden inside, give him a hundred chips, put it on my tab, and arrange a room for him, complimentary.”
With a smile, Jidi discreetly withdrew her hand, saying, “I hope you leave here today with a sack full of money.”
After sending off the lecherous old baron, Jidi frowned slightly, wiping the spot where he had held her hand with a handkerchief. She rubbed until her skin turned red, then tossed the handkerchief aside.
Old B, you stay in there and play as long as you like. The longer, the better—ideally, don’t come back tonight; stay at the Deaton Manor.
When that mad bishop arrives tomorrow, you’ll get a taste of true fear.
After collecting herself, Jidi looked up and spotted a familiar figure with black hair gliding down the red carpet.
Draped over a white shirt was a short cloak in black and gold, and beneath her black skirt were legs that resembled works of art. Lace-trimmed white stockings adorned her feet, encased in leather ankle boots, each step on the red carpet exuding elegance.
Every gesture perfectly showcased the grace of a young lady, noble and refined.
Trailing behind her were a black-haired girl and a blue-haired girl, along with a knight clad in silver armor.
The two black-haired girls had equally perfect, slender legs, but one had a slightly more voluptuous thigh. Jidi could clearly see the black stockings leaving a faint mark on the girl’s thigh, and she couldn’t help but imagine how delightful it would be to touch.
Especially the slightly shorter blue-haired girl; Jidi’s gaze lingered on her legs wrapped in white stockings for quite a while. Only when Aivina Russell approached did she slowly snap back to reality, licking her slightly dry lips.
No wonder she’s friends with Miss Russell; these young ladies have such well-cared-for feet...
“Miss Russell, you’ve finally arrived! If you hadn’t come, Deaton Manor would have gone under.”
Jidi had seen this young lady many times; she was a major client of Deaton Manor.
Most of the peculiar extraordinary items that ordinary extraordinary beings wouldn’t buy were purchased by Miss Russell.
For instance, various skincare and cosmetic products made from extraordinary materials, and short swords that would dull upon contact with flesh, causing no harm... This young lady not only loved collecting cosmetics but also had a penchant for oddities.
Perhaps this is the world of the wealthy.
Jidi had often wanted to get closer to this young lady, but unfortunately, Russell was notoriously aloof, always wearing a dull expression, making it impossible to bridge even the slightest distance.
Yet, the more cold and indifferent she was, the more exhilarating it would be to conquer her and witness the change in her expression...
She had never dared to approach this young lady directly, only sending people to keep an eye on her.
The Russell family was deeply involved in the extraordinary, their power not to be underestimated. More importantly, they controlled a significant number of extraordinary “detective” channels. To move against her, one had to weigh whether their intelligence would be discovered.
“Hmm.”
Aivina cast a brief glance at Jidi, offering little response, before turning to her companion, Adele. After a moment of silence, she said, “Cousin, you should go get your membership card. We three can vouch for you.”
“Oh? Is this young lady visiting for the first time?”
Jidi looked at the black-haired ordinary girl wearing a silver mask. Her chest was noticeably more prominent than the other two, and even without seeing her face, Jidi could tell she was a beauty just by looking at her legs. “No need for a membership card; this young lady is from the Russell family, one of our esteemed guests.”
“Um... um... thank you...”
Adele stammered nervously, especially knowing she was facing the leader of a cult, causing her to break out in a sweat.
But she remembered Shar’s teachings, only allowed to say “um,” “thank you,” and “sorry.”
Noticing Adele’s evident anxiety, Jidi’s eyes narrowed slightly behind her mask.
From the Russell family? First time at Deaton Manor?
A side branch of a family without extraordinary talent? This kind of sheltered girl would be easy to deceive... If they left early, I’ll need to check where she’s staying.
“Let’s go see if there’s anything new.”
Aivina nodded slightly in Jidi’s direction, then led Shar and the others forward. As they passed Jidi, she said, “Manager, reserve a ‘Royal Room’ for us. My friends might want to stay a while.”
Staying here?
Jidi’s eyes lit up, her smile no longer concealable.
If the bishop comes tomorrow for the ceremony, he’ll definitely need to sacrifice that “Crown Guard” first.
As for the aloof young lady and her two friends, they would be left for her to deal with...
As the group walked past Jidi, her gaze slowly shifted to the blue-haired girl. Though she wore a mask, Jidi could see through it to those...
In an instant, Jidi felt as if several pairs of eyes glowing with a crimson hue had opened before her. She stumbled back a few steps, the fear swirling in her mind, refusing to dissipate.
What’s happening? Why did the potion suddenly boil for a moment?!
She quickly masked her unease, raising her eyes to the blue-haired girl’s retreating figure.
She’s just an ordinary person, so why...
Is it an illusion?
Jidi watched her silhouette, but the earlier sensation was gone.
“Phew...”
Perhaps it was the influence of Georgina that unsettled her, or maybe she had suppressed her emotions for too long, causing her potion to slip out of control.
Lately, misfortune had been piling up, and it was becoming too much.
Jidi could hardly wait for tomorrow to arrive.
**Chapter Ninety-Two: Awaiting the Final Moment.**
“Esteemed Manager, here’s today’s visitor list for your review.”
In the office, a servant wearing a green chip mask bowed and handed a document to Jidi.
“Esteemed Manager, this is the check-in list.”
On the other side, a woman with a red chip mask also bowed, presenting another list, then stood quietly beside the servant, waiting for Jidi to review.
Jidi flipped through the list, quickly skipping over the ordinary wealthy and non-extraordinary individuals, focusing on the marked list of extraordinary beings and nobles.
Habitually, she crossed out several names of black-gold members with her pen, saying:
“These few... let’s set up a game to win all their money and have them leave before tomorrow.”
As she spoke and marked, her gaze soon landed on one name.
Aivina Russell...
Jidi set down her pen, lightly tapping the list with her finger, and asked:
“What has Miss Russell been doing in the manor today?”
A maid stepped forward and replied, “Miss Russell has been browsing the exchange area for quite a while with the other two young ladies and a guard... Would you like their shopping list?”
“Let me see it.”
Jidi nodded slightly, pushing the pen across the table to the maid.
The maid thought for a moment, then began to jot down the shopping list, pausing frequently. It took her nearly five minutes to finish.
Throughout, her hand trembled, clearly nervous.
At this moment, Jidi patiently waited for her to complete it, not behaving as she usually would by being difficult.
Ever since Georgina had allied with the bishop and committed what Jidi perceived as a “betrayal,” her initial anger had gradually transformed into the calm she felt now.
Jidi understood that with the bishop looming over her, she could do nothing. If she were to disrupt anything now, it would only provoke the bishop’s wrath.
This ritual was destined to fail.
If they could truly summon a divine servant, why not do it in Ansu? Why come to a place like Brolin City, which holds little influence?
Jidi glanced at the list she had marked.
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