Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)

Chapter 151

Chapter 151 - Still Playing

Victor was still a little dazed as he held onto the invitation and went through the entrance towards the banquet hall.

He had turned back several times with every step, yet as a result, by the second time he had looked back, he couldn't find his old antique anymore at all!

Victor: "......" Assassins were amazing!

Victor went to attend the party alone. It was a semi-open banquet with a fireworks show, and the venue consisted mainly of a half-open garden square with part of a small castle that had an open front hall. Visitors were allowed to walk, talk, dance, eat, and drink in a wide area.

Little 'rural' Victor grew dizzy as soon as he had entered. He felt like a dragonfly who'd just flown into a nightclub. Although there wasn't any serious light pollution like there would be in 'modern times', it was still a scene of decadence and revelry.

There was a row of candlelight along the rails, roast chicken on the buffet table, a band playing against the wall, and faint whispers after every round of fireworks. There were ladies gathered in evening gowns, sparkling jewelry, and men talking with the scent of cologne around them.

Victor watched for a while but soon lost interest.

It was very strange. When he was around Tyron, he always would want to explore and play in these medieval types of projects. After Tyron had been gone for a while though, Victor would lose any interest he had, and his mind would instead be full of thoughts: Where was his old antique? He wasn't getting bullied, was he?

With this in mind, Victor started to want to go out and look for Tyron again.

Then, he found that he didn't have to look for him. Unbeknownst to him, the bard, Mr. Tyron had crept in at some point. He drew everyone's attention, and the ladies were all over him.

Victor: "......"

Tyron was leaning against a corner of a wall. There was a mask on his face, the common half-face mask that bards wore. He held up the lute in his arms and casually plucked out a tune.

There didn't seem to be anything remarkable about such a passive, idle bard, but he had somehow attracted the eyes of countless noblewomen--mainly due to his temperament.

Temperament was something that made some people look like emperors when they wore crowns, hermits when they wore hemp suits, or a wandering Adonis when they wore a wide-brimmed hat. When they smiled arrogantly, they could look more like Zeus hunting for beauties in the mortal world.

Tyron bowed his head and plucked at the lute. Suddenly, he saw an unmarried woman beside him suddenly had dropped a handkerchief onto the ground.

It was very embarrassing, and she didn't dare to pick it up and admit that it was hers.

Tyron bent down to pick it up. He held the handkerchief in his palm, looked around lazily, and smiled, using it to slowly wipe down his lute.

The ladies were restless due to his laughter and fanned their faces to cover their blushes. They whispered behind their open fans that the handkerchief seemed to belong to the bard.

At this time, Tyron held up the handkerchief again, and his hand shook--

It magically transformed into a rose!

He looked through the crowd towards two people, who weren't very far away.

One was Victor. The words: 'Are you having a good time playing, darling?' were practically written on his face.