This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Lin Feng seemed to suddenly remember something, and pulled something out of his pocket, tossing it over—

A pack of cigarettes.

The red hard-shell cigarette box somersaulted in the air, and Victor instinctively reached out and caught it.

He glanced down and asked, "What is this?"

"Cigarettes," Lin Feng said. "Things from the outside world are much smoother than your hand-rolled cigarettes. Want to try some?"

Victor held the cigarette case, examined it for a moment, and then took out a cigarette.

The servants quickly rushed over and lit the fire.

He took a deep breath.

The smoke swirled in his chest before he slowly exhaled.

That rich, mellow flavor, infused with the strength of modern tobacco roasting techniques, burned from my throat all the way to the top of my head.

"……call."

Victor exhaled a long puff of smoke, leaned back in his chair, and then took another puff, almost without pausing between the two.

Everyone in the hall watched as the castle owner, by candlelight, silently smoked half a cigarette, his expression shifting from scrutiny to relaxation, and then to a kind of serene satisfaction.

Victor tucked the cigarette case into his pocket, and Chong Linfeng gave him a thumbs up.

"Such wonderful things exist in the outside world." He squinted and exhaled a wisp of smoke.

"Okay, I'll treat you as a friend for the sake of this pack of cigarettes."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at Leng Meng:

"By the way, Butler Leng, which room is Mr. Lin staying in?"

"305".

Victor frowned. "A north-facing room? It must be so cold at night. We'll move his room to a south-facing one later."

"Yes, young master."

These words were like a drop of cold water falling into a hot oil pan—so even the supernatural falls for this?!

The students in the three north-facing dorm rooms, 303, 307, and 309, exchanged glances, none of them daring to voice their sour thoughts:

If only I had known... I should have shared a room with Lin Feng back then.

Hey.

Victor was in high spirits and pointed to the piano in the corner of the hall:

"Vivian, play something! You've all worked hard today, let's dance."

Dancing after a banquet was a natural part of the aristocratic pastimes of that era.

Vivian walked to the piano, opened the lid, and placed her fingers on the keys, but then paused.

"Brother," she turned around, her brows furrowing slightly, "still those same few poems?"

"what ever."

"Those songs are worn out." Vivian pouted.

Victor raised an eyebrow: "So what do you want?"

Vivian pursed her lips and remained silent.

She truly loved playing the piano, but the sheet music in this ancient castle was limited to just a few books, and she had long since grown tired of it.

"I have."

Lin Feng spoke up.

All eyes in the room immediately turned to him.

The moment he stood up, he took out a thick sheet music from his spatial storage.

The packaging is brand new, with a few cursive characters on the cover edged in silver, shining almost blindingly bright in this old castle full of antiques.

Vivian's eyes suddenly lit up.

She almost snatched the sheet music, flipped it open with her fingertips, and the first piece was "Canon in D".

"What piece of music is this?"

"Music from the outside world," Lin Feng said, flipping through a few pages and stopping at "Kikujiro's Summer." "This one's a bit more upbeat, let's play this one first."

Vivian stared at the sheet music for a few lines, her joy barely concealed. She immediately sat down, took a deep breath, and her fingertips touched the piano keys.

The pace is unbelievably fast!

Notes bounced off the keys one after another, rolling like beads, dense and bright.

The entire gloomy hall seemed to have had its roof ripped off, and even the candlelight flickered.

[Ding! Vivian's favorability towards the host increases by 15]

Current favorability rating: 45/100

Even Victor was stunned, and subconsciously nodded in agreement, tapping his toes on the floor.

He became interested, got up and walked towards Tasia, bowed slightly and extended his hand, a gesture of standard aristocratic etiquette.

Tasia seemed a little flustered and subconsciously glanced in Evelyn's direction.

Seeing Evelyn nod slightly, he hesitated before placing his hand on hers.

On the other side, Park Tae-rang, mustering his courage and blushing, extended an invitation to Kuna Kazuko.

Lin Feng walked through the crowd and headed to the side of the hall.

Leng Meng was still standing there, in the butler's seat.

Her masters' entertainment was never her concern; she only needed to stand in the shadow of the candlelight, ensuring the fire never went out and the wine never stopped.

"The Cold Butler".

Leng Meng looked up.

Lin Feng held out his hand to her: "Want to dance one?"

Leng Meng was stunned.

At that moment, her face remained calm and expressionless, but Lin Feng noticed... her fingers, hanging by her side, curled slightly.

"I am the housekeeper," she said.

"I know." Lin Feng didn't lower his hand. "But it's not my shift time now."

Leng Meng looked at him.

In the candlelight, the hand remained outstretched, steady and unwavering, showing no sign of retracting.

Three seconds later.

She raised her hand and placed it on top.

Just one.

Lin Feng led her onto the dance floor.

In the first two sections, Leng Meng's steps were still a bit clumsy. She was naturally very familiar with the court dance steps, but this piece was faster and wilder, and she couldn't find the rhythm for a while.

Then, the third section.

Her steps suddenly became smooth.

Lin Feng's hand landed on her waist. The range of her spin, the timing of her return to position, and the half-beat of the weight transfer were all perfectly synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times.

The two pairs of shoes were perfectly synchronized, not missing a single note.

Leng Meng herself was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't explain why.

Wherever this person's hand lands, her body knows where to yield; when he rises, she falls; when he pauses, she stops.

No need to think, no need to look.

It seems... that's how they were supposed to jump.

At the other end of the dance floor, the laughter suddenly took a different turn.

Victor and Tasia circled around a few times, then he suddenly leaned closer, lowered his voice, and asked a very impolite question—

"Excuse me for asking, are you a virgin?"

Tasia froze on the spot.

"...Don't you even know what manners are?!"

She abruptly pulled her hand back, her face flushed red, shoved Victor away, and strode away from the dance floor without looking back, leaving Victor frozen in place, awkwardly touching his nose.

When the music ended, Lin Feng stopped, took a half step back, and bowed slightly.

Leng Meng stood still, her chest rising and falling very slightly, and the tips of her ears flushed a faint red that she herself did not notice.

"I probably danced terribly," she said modestly in a low voice.

"No." Lin Feng straightened up, his tone firm. "You danced exceptionally well, the best of the entire event."

[Ding! Leng Meng's favorability towards the host increases by 10]

Current favorability rating: 65/100

As soon as the two stepped back to the edge of the dance floor, Evelyn walked over with a smile: "Shall we dance together?"

Lin Feng nodded and led Evelyn back onto the dance floor.

Just then, the piano piece changed to the lively "Flower Dance," with a melody that was softer than before, carrying a touch of languid tenderness.

The two danced to a new rhythm.

Evelyn's dance steps were casual yet agile. After spinning around a few times, she suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck, gently resting her head on his shoulder.

Lin Feng was taken aback.

"I'm just tired, I need to lean on you for a bit." Evelyn's eyes were closed, her voice muffled. "Don't overthink it."

"……good."

Meanwhile, on the side of the hall, Leng Meng stood in the shadow of the candlelight, gazing at the scene from afar, her brows slightly furrowed.

For some reason, the perfect harmony that we had on the dance floor just now suddenly felt a little unsettling.

[Ding! Leng Meng's favorability towards the host -5]

Current favorability rating: 60/100