"Miss Reba has arrived!"


    "Oh, our protagonist for tonight has finally made her appearance!"


    "How beautiful, I remember this is her seventeenth birthday, isn''t it... As she grows older, won''t she be the shining pearl of Amber City? Hahaha..."


    Under the watchful eyes of the numerous guests, Reba slowly descended from the wooden spiral staircase.


    She wore a beautiful evening dress today, white adorned with pink, her hair done up in a bun with red flowers attached. Puff sleeves, petticoats, and cloth shoes all featured colorful flowers, and a carefully prepared string of pearls graced her chest.


    Reba dazzled all the guests; Gabrie, seeing her good friend''s stunning performance tonight, was also quietly delighted and gave her a thumbs-up.


    "Hey, Reba is truly radiant tonight... Who will dance with her during the danceter?"


    A group of young nobles holding wine sses whispered and chuckled among themselves.


    Most of the gentlemen were eager to try; they were not only attracted by Reba''s beauty but also considering an alliance with Viscount Pompey''s family through marriage.


    "Alvin, why don''t you give it a shot?"


    Someone asked.


    Since the death of his son, Earl Lawson is in his heyday, and now this nephew, Alvin, has be the focus of grooming as his sessor. Doing him a good turn wouldn''t be a bad thing.


    "I saw you just chatting with those country bumpkins over there, no need really. Our circle is where you should be. I''ll give you the chance to dance with Reba this time, how about that?"


    The noble scions smiled and raised their sses in a gesture.


    Alvin nced surreptitiously at Chen Lun and two others, but to his horror, he discovered that the ck-haired youth had keenly noticed and returned a polite smile.


    "Ah... Indeed, that''s true," Alvin said, wiping away his sweat subtly and raising his ss to clink with theirs.


    "Thank you, gentlemen. Please enjoy Miss Reba and my danceter."


    The group downed their drinks with pleasure,ughing joyfully.


    Lady Bradley, Countess, watched Reba, covered her face with her fan, and giggled twice.


    "Pompey, your daughter is truly beautiful today."


    "Thank you for yourpliment, Countess,"


    Viscount Pompey said.


    Earl Lawson took out a cigar box, offered some to the two gentlemen, and personally lit Mr. Beckman''s cigar. Viscount Pompey was surprised to see this scene, as the Earl had no need to be so respectful to a gallery owner.


    "Your Excellency Pompey, I have collected a batch of masterpieces recently and will exhibit them in some time... Would you be interested in visiting them then?"@@novelbin@@


    Beckman asked, smoking his cigar and embracing the Countess next to him.


    This brazen behavior clearly showed no regard for Count Bradley. But keeping mistresses wasn''t umon among the nobility; the Countess was just more ostentatious about it, and likely Count Bradley was no better himself elsewhere.


    "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Beckman..."


    Viscount Pompey smiled.


    He suddenly thought of the kidnapping incident that had happened not so long ago, where he and his family had almost been framed by his foster son Vigrey and his friend Barnie while attending an art viewing.


    "At that time, all the dignitaries of the Inner City District will attend, and I believe they will grant me this face... Pompey, bring your family as well; without you, the exhibition willck some of its luster,"


    the Countess said.


    "Yes, I will also invite some friends from the council. Viscount Pompey, please be sure to attend, these masterpieces are rare... Mr. Beckman might travel far away after the exhibition and you might not have the chance to appreciate his works again,"


    Earl Lawson said, leisurely puffing out a cloud of smoke and smiling.


    Viscount Pompey thought for a moment, and with so many officials and nobles at the art exhibition, it was unlikely that anything would go wrong again, so he nodded in agreement.


    "Very well, since you''ve extended such a gracious invitation, I will attend with my wife and daughter."


    "Thank you for the honor, Viscount,"


    Beckman bowed to him, and everyone followed with a toast.


    Reba began to give a speech, thanking all the guests present. Viscount Pompey also moved to the front of the crowd in good time to apud his daughter.


    Pitter-patter...


    The audience gently pped along as the butler Binose directed the maids to push a trolley carrying an enormous, exquisite seven-tier cake.


    It was then that Chen Lun heard a young boy''s voice beside him:


    "Excuse me, sir, may I get through, please?"


    Turning his head, Chen Lun couldn''t help but slowly look up, and then his eyebrows rose slightly.


    He saw a round,rge fat man, holding a te and a fork, looking down at him with a shy face.


    "Oh, of course."


    Chen Lun stepped aside, the plump young man adjusted his round-frame sses, thanked him, and then squeezed past him to get to the table overflowing with dishes, selecting the food he fancied. However, given hisrge frame, the dishes in front of him seemed more like small snacks.


    Watching his retreating figure, a piece of information shed through Chen Lun''s mind!


    The Bloody Painter—Noah!


    Like Floey, when he made his appearance in the past life, he also debuted as an antagonist super boss. However, he appeared a bitter, not until the 2.0 version of the public test.


    Back then, he had many nicknames, but the most widely known was the "Bloody Painter"!


    Apart from that, he had other nicknames like "Title Little Fatty" and "Fake Voice Boss." The nickname "Title Little Fatty" came about because he could forcibly capture a yer''s spirituality and trap it in an oil painting, causing the affected yers to lose their Transcendent powers for a while after logging in, making it no different from a wasted ount.


    "Fake Voice Boss" was a y on words, referring both to the mismatch between his appearance and his voice, and to his strength, which was nearly godlike!


    One of the most sensational moments was when Noah copied the Sun and created a shocking masterpiece called "Pure White," a painting with power reaching the Angel Level...


    That battle left no survivors, only charred and deste Earth.


    Even monthster, yers who came close to the battlefield suffered from continuous burning and curses—such was the horror.


    Those who witnessed it firsthand had to take a deep breath, feeling partly responsible for the global warming.


    Chen Lun carefully sensed and found that the current Noah was just a Transcendent of the Flesh Faction, Sequence Nine.


    "He hasn''t grown up yet..."


    A thought suddenly shed through his mind.


    "If I can recruit him into my team, and with Floey, wouldn''t I have two super bosses by my side?!"


    At that moment, a familiar figure approached Chen Lun, who took off his top hat, revealing a balding scalp.


    "Honorable Mr. Jack, we meet again."


    "Uncle Walsh?"


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    Chen Lun looked at the balding middle-aged man in front of him and said with mild surprise.


    Walsh smiled, ced a hand to his chest in a bow, then slightly turned, gesturing with an open palm towards the round young man''s back, and said:


    "I''m pleased to see you again. Allow me to introduce you, this is the young master of the Silver Dragon Trade Association, young master Noah."