, The extraordinary Lord

"Oh! Martin, did you receive a love letter? It's so enviable! I don't know which beautiful lady is expressing her love to you in such a romantic way..."

Alder picked up the patterned envelope and sniffed the smell on it heavily, asking with an exaggerated expression.

His voice was also very loud, as if he was afraid that others would not hear it.

No wonder he asked this.

The handwriting on the envelope is from Christine, which is graceful and neat, and it also has the smell of lily perfume that she likes.

Martin was too lazy to take care of this guy.

However, Doriani, who was standing by, showed rare curiosity, and could not help but stretched his head to look at the envelope and read the signature above.

"Albert Einstein?"

Seeing her gaze in confusion, Martin explained with a smile: "This is the pseudonym I used when I attended that club."

Then he grabbed the envelope from Alder's hand, tore off the letter paper, kneaded it into a ball of paper and threw it into the trash can.

But no one noticed that when Martin tear off the letter paper, Dorian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Martin walked out of the room on the side of the lounge. He had already changed into a black tuxedo.

The white shirt reveals a piece of collar.

A button on the chest and a slit behind it make the whole person look free and noble.

Of course, the main reason is that people are handsome.

With the bookish spirit on your body, it is absolutely impeccable.

Even Alder couldn't help but give Martin a thumbs up and exclaimed sincerely.

At this time, Kassan, wearing a dress, also pushed open the door and walked in.

Today she was wearing a dark purple dress.

Although the color is dark, it is not old-fashioned.

The dress was very formal at this time, and it was wrapped tightly, so that the collarbone could not be seen.

Unlike the dresses in later generations, which are as scarce as fabrics, they want to show their entire body.

There was a piece of light yellow silk on the chest of the dress, spreading from the neckline to the hem of the skirt.

At first glance, the purple long skirt gives people a feeling like a windbreaker.

After tying the belt, hold the slender waist and the curves appear.

"Swish! Wow!"

After seeing this, Alder couldn't help but whistle.

Kassan gave him a fierce look, and then naturally tidied up the collar and cuffs of Martin's shirt.

"Wow! It's so enviable, so enviable! You can wear such beautiful clothes and spend a wonderful night at a private club freely, the key is to buy it with public funds."

"We poor people can only work hard to investigate the pulse strength of the wind and sun."

Ald said sourly, how exaggerated the expressions and words should be.

Kassan frowned and said coldly: "Well, let you do it?"

"No!"

Alder waved his hands repeatedly, "It's just a joke. To be honest, I don't want to attend any aristocratic party. I'm so reluctant to go to the tavern to drink!"

Martin looked at the metal wine bottle in his hand: "You must go to the tavern if you drink happily?"

As if reminded, Alder quickly took a sip into his mouth, wiped his lips, and laughed: "Haha, that's right. As long as there is wine, there are taverns everywhere!"

"Let's go!" Kasan seemed to not want to pay any attention to Arder, so he naturally took Martin's arm and reminded gently.

Only Alde and Doriani remained in the room.

Doriani was staring at the backs of the two people and was stunned, with a trace of loss flashing in his eyes.

"I said to you, there are some things that need to be fought for! I can't wait for it stupidly!"

Ald glanced at Doriyani quickly like a person who had come, and said earnestly.

He said, as he reached out to hold the moon squatting on the table.

The moon meowed, and just before his hand was about to touch her, he jumped into Doriani's arms and successfully dodged.

Dorian glanced at him, without saying a word, lowered his head and touched the moon's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

The carriage stopped steadily at the entrance of 12 Birmingham Street, and Martin and Cassan got out of the car one after another.

"What's wrong?"

Kassan noticed that Martin was pinching his clothes, tidying up his clothes, and then twisted unnaturally.

"It's a little tight." Martin frowned.

This dress was made by him two weeks ago.

Although my clothes were not broken, they were a little old.

The chest is slightly tugged. Could it be that I have gained weight?

"This is the case with formal dresses. You will get used to wearing them more." Kasan said with a smile.

Martin couldn't help but curl his lips.

If it weren't for the investigation task, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to attend such a party.

Feeling the constraints of the dress, some emotions also seeped out of my memory.

The tuxedo left a lot of shadows on the childhood of Martin, the original owner of this body.

The Oric family has strict etiquette, so it’s fine if you’re outside, but you have to wear formal clothes even in the family castle.

He has been wearing tuxedo since he was ten years old.

I spend more than an hour every day on grooming my grooming.

After his aunt Rebecca left, he often wrinkled his clothes because of reading books, which attracted the eyes of his brothers and sisters and the scolding of his family elders...

When Martin and Cassan arrived in a carriage, a row of carriages had already stopped at the gate of Mirash Club.

Most of the carriages are decorated with metal lines, and a few are also inlaid with patterned heraldic emblems that symbolize the family.

The coachmen were sitting in their respective cars, whispering to each other, and talking in a low voice.

Although Martin and Cassan's carriage were hired casually on the street and were not worth mentioning, their temperament and appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Under the handsome appearance and formal clothing, the two have a refreshing and neat temperament that is different from other nobles, and they look pleasing to the eye.

These coachmen who have seen many great people also admired them.

As soon as the two walked into the door, they met Christine who was welcoming him.

Today, her dress was particularly radiant and became the focus of everyone.

After seeing Martin, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Two days ago, Mr. Einstein showed a bohemian style, and it was enough to be attractive with his handsome appearance.

Unexpectedly, after dressing up carefully today, there was a sense of unhidden noble elegance on my body.

"Mr. Einstein, thank you for your appreciation." Christine took two steps forward and curtsy.

Martin looked slightly at the hall, then looked at the hall with a smile on his face: "I'm here when I have time. Today doesn't seem to be a holiday, so why should I hold this party?"

Christine quickly replied: "A batch of goods were shipped from the South Mainland recently, including some very exquisite works of art. This party is also an exhibition. If you have any favorites, you can buy them. Taking this opportunity, it can also enhance the feelings between members."

"Okay, I'll go in first."

As he said that, Martin walked into the hall with Casan beside him.

At this time, there were many display columns around the hall.

At a glance, nearly one-third were all kinds of rare gems.

There are also a small number of paintings and some unique works of art.

It was just past three o'clock, and it was still early, and there were not many people in the hall, about a dozen.

Martin and Cassan hang out in the halls, visiting these works of art from the Southern Continent.

As a ritualist, Martin knew most of the gems.

With the Internet spread in later generations, Martin knew most of the stones placed here.

On the contrary, as a woman, Kassan didn't know much, so while observing the situation around him, Martin also explained to Kassan in a low voice.

After all, this is also worth experience.

On the panel, you will only have the prompt of "+1" of experience value when explaining two or three types of gems.
To be continued...