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It was already ten o'clock in the evening. Lysandra saw one side of the bay, which was probably where her house was located - it was brightly lit, and after turning the corner she realized that it was the palace restaurant next door that had been renovated at some point.
At first, the demons were just curious about what this magical palace was.
In just one or two days, its food and activities have made the demons in Naikalis City intoxicated, and it has become one of the hottest topics in the surrounding area these days.
If she sublet this house now, she might be able to earn several times the price difference and move to Naika Island, near the palace, to rent a better place.
"There's no rush, after all, I've been very busy with work recently."
she said with a sigh.
You know, moving is a very stressful thing.
It's quite comfortable to live here for the time being.
Although the new neighbor was high-profile in some respects, he paid attention to closing the house before twelve o'clock at night and keeping the surrounding area very clean. Lysandra did not feel that it caused any trouble to her.
On the contrary, it gives me something more to show off, such as being able to be neighbors with such a wealthy family. It feels like I have returned to the glorious era of my ancestor, Duke Pukeli, and I feel more like a famous noble.
Just when Lisandra walked into her courtyard.
"Miss."
Suddenly a deep voice sounded in the darkness not far behind her, making her turn around suddenly in fright.
Lysandra is not good at fighting.
Although the public security in this area is not bad, it is inevitable that the devil has been distracted recently.
The big demons also take care of Qing Luo and will not touch her rashly or harm her.
Lissandra only saw a butler-like demon, with only his angular jaw and cold lips exposed in the shadow of the moonlight and lights.
"you are?"
After being slightly sure that the other party was not hostile, Lisandra subconsciously tightened her grip on the handbag and asked while shrinking her neck.
Although the other party was wearing a dark blue retro striped butler uniform, his temperament was more like that of a retired Demon Realm officer, not even an ordinary non-commissioned officer.
"I am the manager of the restaurant next door, my name is Luca. Our master wants to invite you to his party. He has moved here for so many days and has not had the chance to say hello to you as a neighbor. He feels very ashamed."
Lieutenant Colonel Luca walked across the lawn, keeping a slight distance, and politely handed a letter to Lisandra.
"……Thanks."
Lysandra felt relieved a little when she saw the other party's gentlemanly and serious attitude. She walked up to take the letter and opened it.
I saw that the handwriting on the thin page was very elegant and the content was concise and clear.
As the housekeeper said, the wealthy neighbor wanted to invite her to dinner in the palace restaurant, especially since there was an event going on in the restaurant right now, like an unprecedented party.
Signed - "Rocky McCarthy".
"McCarthy?"
Lisandra finally determined the exact name of her next-door neighbor from several versions of rumors.
Chapter 567 Mr. Ranch’s Midsummer Dinner
In this midsummer, the mansion next door to Lisandra's house is always brightly lit at night and music is playing.
"Is there anything I need to pay attention to after meeting Mr. McCarthy?"
Lysandra felt a little tired after the long trek home despite her work.
But since the other party took the initiative to invite me, I was surprised and felt that the opportunity was rare.
Going to the palace next door to see it is a rare kind of relaxation.
Maybe tomorrow I can tell it to the princess as new knowledge and interesting stories.
The only thing that made Lisandra feel a little nervous was that she was wondering if the other party was a demon that was too unattainable. After all, in the mouths of the demons, its existence was too mysterious.
"Don't worry about anything, he is not like any demon you imagined."
The serious butler Luca showed a rare smile, stopped briefly and said.
"..."
Lysandra followed the housekeeper through the trail, and her vision suddenly broadened from the woods.
In the azure garden, male and female guests were like night moths, circling among the whispers, wine and stars.
At night when the tide surges, guests are seen jumping from the water's edge into the blue waves, or bathing in the moonlight on the beach. Several magic boats draw white ripples in the harbor, dragging water skis.
Luxurious magic vehicles transformed into buses, traveling to and from the city to pick up guests under the moonlight.
Gardeners who are as well-trained and agile as troops will clean the garden in real time with rags, brushes, hammers and garden shears, and transport peels and other garbage out.
Lysandra remembered that every morning when she set out for the palace, she would see dozens of baskets of freshly picked demon fruits delivered by growers on the outskirts of Necalis.
After walking through the external garden and walking into the restaurant, she understood that these fruits were cut into two, the cores were removed, and only the flesh was left. The magic device in the restaurant only required a simple operation by the waiter to make it fresh within half an hour. Squeeze hundreds of glasses of cold, fresh juice.
Standing in the lobby of this restaurant, Lisandra's eyes were instantly attracted by the brilliance above the sky.
The three-dimensional reliefs of the scrolls of the Gods carved on the dome are like stars, the magnificent wall lamps reflect the light-colored stone carvings, and countless bright light marks are carved on the pure chalk stone floor.
Reflecting up and down, it's like being in the age of the gods.
She couldn't help but marvel at what kind of artwork this demon clan had left behind.
Between the banquet tables, the silver candlesticks shone in the firelight, reflecting the shadows of light dancing in the air. The luxuriously dressed demons were holding dinner parties. They toasted to each other, and the sounds of laughter and conversation were heard. echoed in the banquet hall.
Intoxicated with gold and paper, extravagant luxury.
Unlike Lissandra, a declining noble family, the other guests here seemed to be the real upper-class dignitaries in Naikalis today. Some of the demons whose faces she recognized were the ones she didn't even dare to go near the palace on weekdays. The minister of the demon world said hello.
This halo made her feel a little dizzy for a moment.
When she came back to her senses, she found that the butler had already said goodbye and walked away, starting his busy work. A corresponding attendant also began to come to her side to guide her around the banquet.
The bar was busy, and drink trays were being delivered by waiters like flying.
This is the first time Lysandra has set foot on the McCarthy homestead.
She believed that there were not many guests invited tonight.
This is a membership-only high-end custom-made restaurant. Lisandra doesn't even know what the threshold is to become a member of this restaurant. She only knows that if she were not Mr. McCarthy's neighbor, she might not have the chance to set foot in such a palace.
"Thunder Lord Gareth Nokta, as a new noble, needs the noble blood of the royal family to prove the gold content of the Nokta clan. The preparations this time are not small."
When the sound reached Lysandra's ears, it might be because she cared about and understood so little, so the complicated information in the noise was passively filtered by her into the few words she could understand.
"The Greenwald family may have a better chance of winning. Orion Greenwald, the Minister of Mist, has a very deep background. It is said that he has already found the strongest craftsman in the demon world to help him."
"I think Asmode Belphegor, the civil servant of Maya, has the most artistic talent and may be the most promising to impress the princess."
"In order to let the demons win, Lord Fallen made a lot of concessions. As long as the painting is submitted to the sealed gold cabinet on the first floor of the Regency Hall in the palace in the next week, Lord Fallen will unseal it and make it fair on the day of the ceremony, allowing the princess to make a public selection. Just her favorite painting will do.”
The lobby echoed with laughter and cheers, casual greetings, forgotten introductions, and lively chats among demons who didn't know each other's names. The various demon celebrities changed rapidly, sometimes swelling due to the addition of new demons, and sometimes dispersing. , then reorganized.
Painting on the spot is difficult to predict in terms of time consumption and performance. Qing Luo simply lets the big demons paint on their own at the occasion they like and hand it in before the ceremony is finalized.
Lord Fallen will naturally determine who the magic power on the painting belongs to, and determine when the painting was completed based on the nature of the magic power.
"Anyway, we will see the results announced in a week's time at the princess selection ceremony."
Lord Thunder's Nocta family, Lord Mist's Greenwald family, and Lord Maye's Belfa family have all had more or less contact with Lysandra these days, so she was particularly impressed by these names.
Lysandra knew that based on her ability, she might never come into contact with the family of the great demon clan at the top of the demon world in her entire life. The only time she would do that would probably be because of her current position.
For the royal ceremony where the princess selects the painting, many celebrities from the demon world in this restaurant may be invited and eligible to participate, and Lisandra is also lucky enough to be able to accompany the princess.
Just like how she was invited to this palace restaurant at this moment, it was also one of the few coincidences in her life.
"Say, will I see Mr. McCarthy?"
Lysandra walked uncomfortably among the many demon celebrities, not daring to bump into other demons or attract their attention.
"Sometimes we may not be able to find Mr. McCarthy here quickly, but I think that as an invited guest, he must want to see you."
The squire explained in a friendly manner to Lysandra.
Lysandra nodded.
She found that there were always demons in the lobby talking about McCarthy, but they didn't seem to know much about him. After curiously asking where Mr. McCarthy was, they roamed freely, as if they were in a A paradise.
Even these real demon clan dignitaries have never seen McCarthy's true face, so do they really have a chance to see this neighbor?
"But tonight's consumption will be borne by Mr. McCarthy. Except for the limited meals, you can take care of everything else. Please feel free to enjoy it in the restaurant without worrying about anything."
After briefly introducing the matters in the restaurant, the soldier-like attendant also left and devoted himself to his work.
Next, Lysandra tried to inquire about the whereabouts of McCarthy from several wealthy ladies nearby who seemed to be relatively talkative.
She still wanted to find her neighbor. After all, she was holding a note signed by "Rocky McCarthy" instead of a membership certificate.
The rich ladies all responded with surprised looks, saying they didn't know, but they were somewhat interested in her.
"Are you personally invited by Mr. McCarthy?"
They looked Lysandra up and down with some suspicion.
"Of course not. Of course not."
Lissandra waved her hands one after another, smiled in embarrassment, said a few words and walked away.
Now she felt more and more that "Rocky McCarthy invited her" seemed to be a mistake, and it was difficult for other demons to believe it even if she said it.
It would probably be quite embarrassing if I didn't see Mr. McCarthy tonight.
So Lysandra secretly walked towards the dessert table - the only place where she wouldn't look boring and lonely.
"I don't know if I can take it a little further and bring it to the princess."
She cooed in an imperceptible voice as she stared at the cat-head-shaped creme brûlée garnished with black rose petals and raspberry jam.
The upper layer is a crispy pastry shell, and the lower layer is a delicate butter pudding, embellished with fragrant rose petals and sweet and sour raspberry jam. It is exquisitely made and looks particularly cute.
The quality of this restaurant should be worthy of the status of a princess.
It's like it's tailor-made for a princess.
Just when Lisandra was about to have a luxurious meal out of boredom.