My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

The maids quickly stopped chatting and bowed to greet them.

Good morning, Miss Nefertir.

"Where is Adele? Where is Adele?"

Ignoring the maids' strange looks, Nefertory rushed into the living room, shouting everywhere.

however--

Just as she was about to rush to the second floor.

A series of steady footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Nefertory looked up instinctively.

A blonde woman dressed in a black women's military uniform is slowly walking down from the second floor.

Nefertory froze in place.

Her anger and arrogance vanished the moment she saw Adele.

Her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally she forced out a smile that was uglier than a grimace.

"Ah... Ah, good morning, Adele..."

Realizing her own cowardice, Nifiel was on the verge of tears.

no way.

She's been afraid of Adele since she was a child.

Moreover, this woman is now the squad leader of the night patrol, a genuine high-level superhuman, capable of single-handedly controlling a city.

Neferpire's intimidation in front of Adele was probably about the same as that of a huffing Hakimi.

"Nephiel, good morning. You've come to see Elune again?"

Adele chuckled gently, her tone very easygoing, completely oblivious to the resentment in the other person's eyes.

Then, she reached out and patted Neferpier's head: "Elune is so lucky to have a friend like you."

"Um...hehehe...ah."

Nefert could only manage a forced, silly smile.

He secretly wished he could punch his own silly, grinning face into a crooked shape.

After Adele came downstairs, she straightened her cufflinks slightly. "I have some official business to attend to today and will be back later. Do whatever you like. Just let Sebastian know what you'd like for lunch."

As soon as she finished speaking, Adele walked straight towards the door.

Nefert stood there watching Adele's figure disappear outside the door, and only when that figure was completely out of sight did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"call--"

She leaned against the wall beside her, looking completely deflated.

I'm sorry, Elune.

It's all my fault, this timid and useless person!

Nefert felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

She felt incredibly pathetic, not even daring to confront Adele in front of her.

and many more! ! !

Suddenly, Nefertory had a flash of inspiration and came up with a new idea.

Since he didn't dare confront Adele, why not just kick out the other three potential marriage partners?

After changing my approach...

Neferthal immediately regained her confidence. With a stern face, she called over a nearby maid: "Take me to the quarters of those three male guests."

“Yes, yes, Miss Nefertari…”

The maid answered respectfully.

He then led Nifiel through the corridor.

Soon, they arrived at the guests' activity area.

At this moment, Oliver, dressed in a dark green suit, is sitting on the sofa, enjoying a cup of black tea.

Oliver Crane.

His leisurely gaze inadvertently fell on Neferpier, and he froze slightly, his pupils contracting sharply.

Big, sea-blue twin tails.

With such a bizarre hairstyle, there's probably only one person like that in the entire Moonlit City.

Oliver certainly recognized the girl.

Nefertir Wilderges.

The only daughter of the Wilderges family.

This status is many levels higher than that of a lowly nobleman like myself.

Oliver immediately put on a respectful and obsequious smile and bowed slightly:

“It’s Miss Nephiel! I am Oliver Crane, the second son of Baron Crane. We met once at a party a few years ago!”

"It is truly an honor to meet Miss Nefertir again at the Selenes's house. If there is anything I can do for you..."

"Are you a drug addict?"

Nefert interrupted him directly.

She scrutinized Oliver with a critical look, her lake-blue eyes showing no politeness whatsoever.

“Uh…yes.” Oliver’s smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal: “I am indeed a wind addict invited by the Selenes family.”

"Oh--"

Nefertil trailed off, her lips curving upwards into a forced, insincere smile.

"Oliver, right? I've heard of you."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Oliver looked up, somewhat flattered.

Not to mention the noble circles of Moonlit City, even within her own family, she was not particularly favored. She never expected that a noble lady of Nifiel's caliber would have heard of her.

"Generally speaking, if a noble wants to become a superhuman, even if they're at their worst, they'll drink an awakening potion from the killing system."

"Looking at all the nobles in Moonlit City, you're probably the only one who's fallen so low as to drink natural potions, so I must have heard of you."

However, the next second, Nefertory uttered sarcastic remarks.

Oliver's smile froze.

It's no secret that he awakened to become a superhuman by drinking a potion that made him addicted to wind.

However, for a nobleman to want to become an extraordinary being by drinking a potion from the natural system is still somewhat shameful.

It doesn't mean that the natural system is weak.

The cheapest awakening potions are those made purely from natural sources.

It's important to know that throughout history, most naturally gifted individuals with extraordinary abilities have been ordinary people.

Given the mindset of these nobles, it is difficult for them to awaken naturally; most of the time, they are more enthusiastic about taking extravagant potions and conquest potions.

This difference is purely due to different lifestyles.

Seeing that Oliver's face had turned liver-colored, Nefer still wasn't going to let him off the hook. She tilted her head, and her pigtails swayed dramatically with her movement.

"A second son, the kind who doesn't even have a claim to the inheritance, coming to the Selenes family hoping to climb the social ladder?"

"You've got some nerve."

Oliver opened his mouth, wanting to refute something, but the person opposite him was too distinguished, and he didn't dare to say a word back.

Nefertil ignored him, pursed her lips, and walked past him, leading the maid forward.

Oliver's face turned bright red.

For a nobleman to be so blunt is incredibly crude!

However, Nefertil did not continue to pay attention to Oliver.

She thought to herself that even if Adele was obsessed, she wouldn't be interested in someone like this. That was about it.

I wonder what the other two are...

They continued walking forward with the maid for a short while.

Nephew encountered another man under the archway at the entrance to the garden.

It was a tall, thin young man wearing a gray-white shirt, sitting quietly at an outdoor tea table reading a book.

Nefert stopped and glanced at the other person up and down.

He was dressed simply and sat in a fairly proper posture.

He looks like an ordinary person.

At the same time, Lorne noticed Neferpier's presence. Somewhat surprised, he closed his book, stood up, and gave a slight bow.

"Hello, may I ask who you are...?"

Nefertil squinted at him, scrutinizing him.

"Are you a drug addict too?"

Lorne paused for a moment, but quickly answered truthfully, "Yes, I am Lorne, one of the three wind addicts who were invited here."

Nefert crossed her arms, her face bearing the expression of a judge.

"Oh, so do you think you're good enough for Elune?"

This question was asked without any prior context and was extremely direct.

Lorne was suddenly attacked by a group of people.

He was taken aback by the questioning and opened his mouth, unsure how to answer.

He remained silent for several seconds before finally managing a helpless, bitter smile: "Well... I was merely invited as a guest; the specifics will depend on the arrangements made by the Selenes family."

Nefertori snorted coldly.

"That's a perfectly succinct way of putting it, just standard polite talk."

"Alright, I'm not going to waste my breath on you."

"You're incredibly boring; Elune would never like that."

Nefert waved her hand, turned and left, no longer in the mood for sarcasm, leaving Lorne standing there, staring blankly at the blue-haired girl's retreating figure.

Wait, who is this person?!

Afterwards, Nefertir wandered around the mansion for nearly half an hour but did not see a third addict.

The maid cautiously explained from behind her, "The third guest shouldn't be awake yet..."

"What? Still not awake? Is this guy an idiot???"

Hearing this, Nefertir flicked her pigtails in annoyance.

Although we haven't met yet, my impression of them has already dropped to negative.

Then there's no need to even look at it...

Neferi didn't bother waiting for the other person to get up, and headed straight for Elune's room.

The moment I opened the door, that familiar, faint floral fragrance wafted towards me.

On the large silk bed, the stunningly beautiful white-haired girl still slept peacefully, her long, snow-white hair spread out on both sides of the pillow, her skin as smooth as jade.

Nephiel's impatient expression softened the moment she saw Elune.

His anger was temporarily suppressed.

She walked to the bedside, pulled up a chair and sat down, then gently took Elune's cold fingers in her hand.