Hellbents
Chapter 57: Weinhamer

On the sidelines of the applause, Ava caught some sobs from various corners of the restaurant floor. It seems like the song he brought can touch sensitive emotions for those listening, most likely because the topic is suitable and just happened.

"Thank you, thank you," Ava bowed respectfully, officially ending her performance on stage. Although the opening he said just now was just a joke, many threw coins at Ava. Again, a lot.

One piece about the hard back of his hand, so that makes Ava confused if they really like the performance or hate it half-dead.

Well, whatever it is he gets the coins.

As he tries to walk to the original table, for reasons he does not yet know, people are racing to shake hands with Ava. Even when the crowd was suddenly quiet. A body that was far tall and twice as large as Ava's body width blocked the girl's path.

"Miss, Count Livero wants to see you," despite the sangar's stature, the man before him spoke in a polite tone.

Argh, nobility. Ava is actually lazy to face the luxurious version of Karen, but she also does not want to refuse the invitation to go upstairs when the ship is fully functional.

Ava imagined that there would be many people she could lick or things she could steal. In addition to calling Ava after a music concert can be interpreted he will get a tip money from the person called Count Livero.

"Happyly," Ava replied with a business smile.

Just a few days ago Ava was running around upstairs, tired, bleeding, and with a different purpose of course. But now he gladly welcomes the sensation of velvet cloth from the stairs he incandescent, he also does not mind the luxurious chandelier that shines with a golden luster.

The smell of expensive perfume that pierced also indicates that Ava really entered the VIP region.

He was led to a table in the middle of the floor, with unashamed pairs of eyes and reluctant to observe Ava as if she were a walking display. The table covered with silk cloth was surrounded by three people. The mid-40s man in an old Victorian-style blue suit, with Livero's last name from a tacit observation. The woman who looks much younger, may be in her early 30s, who also has the same last name. Husband-wife? And the last, but no less important, the grandfather peacock. The old man's clothes were still as tacky and just as striking as the one Ava had seen yesterday. Why is Grandpa here? His name is Woodrow Brewer. Brewer, not Livero.

"Good night, Count and Countess Livero, as well as her invited guests. It's my honor to be invited by you here, "Ava has already begun her tactics, greeting two people who are indeed important, and only regards the peacock's grandfather as an anonymous guest. Seeing how far the Livero couple positioned their seats from Grandpa Brewer, he was an uncomfortable invitation.

"Good night too, Miss Hoffman, right?" The first countess greeted Ava with enthusiasm. Contrast with the silent and rigid side of the table from the peacock grandfather.

"So it was a very touching performance, Miss Hoffman! To the extent that I caught him in this recorder ball, I hope Miss forgives my presumptuous behavior," Count Livero added a spirit while hinting one of the maids to give Ava a seat to sit on.

Ball recorder? What does the Count mean is that a single ball of record is worth five digits of coins for storing just one video? That recorder ball?

"I'm flattered, Count Livero."

There was only one person who looked unhappy at the luxurious table.

Oh, Ava remembered one thing that would make the peacock's grandfather even more unhappy.

If he loses his gold stick.

The object that tempted Ava to immediately he sambar was slung on the edge of the table, very easy to reach.

***

On a mattress whose bedsheets and pillows were torn apart, the back of a man without a top stared blankly at his decorative patterned ceiling. The back of his head from earlier throbbed pain, the man's petals were heavy, his eyeballs were also filled with red lines that extended up to the pupil, coupled with the black pouch on the pale face made him more similar to the undead.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

There was a knock on the carved mahagoni door in the pitiful room. Not hearing the rejection, an old maid walked in, immediately frowning with the pungent smell of the mixture of flowers, herbs, and a speck of wood that filled the room.

Opium.

His master was again consuming opium.

"Duke, the Purple Orchid has news that will probably interest you," but he is a professional servant, so his master's needs are paramount. The master's priority was his priority as well.

"Purple Figurine?" A low, hoarse voice replied, a little annoyed. "You're really bothering me just for a rumor that those damn nobles are talking about?!"

Purple Orchid, is a function of [System] that is specifically only accessible to paid users. Most of the content is mostly just rumors or deliberate slander. But by paying 3000 coins per month, Purple Orchids also became a site in the [System] that was used as a standard for their prestige, especially the nobles. Being able to pay that much coins every month on a useless gossip magazine subscription also proves the wealth one has. As a self-esteem.

"This time is not gossip, but rather a walking image that Count Livero entered in the Purple Orchid."

"What's so good about this walking picture?" Accessing each post in Purple Orchid is also paid, so 50 coins per time one video is played, equivalent to staying for one day one night complete with breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Just for one turn.

"I believe the subject in this walking picture is Miss Weinhamer."

Prak!

A glass of red wine and broken glass littered the carpet under the man's feet.

The weinhamer?

Miss Weinhamer?

Eve Weinhamer's?

Without wasting any more time he immediately opened his status window, then pressed the striking purple icon between the blue transparent screens. "What's title?" the man hurriedly asked.

""Musical performance on board", username Walter Livero."

And when he had just seen the initial picture in the post, his heart exploded uncontrollably in his chest. More influenced by the opium he consumes, but also misses.

There, clearly, was the face of Eve Weinhamer, her fiance.