The host of the manor where Bo Man was staying was a hereditary silver-pupil noble whose ancestors had produced four-winged winged knights, and although the banquet was nominally open to all guests, in reality most of those who came were mainly silver-pupils.

  At that time, the Demon Realm had already given birth to three Witch Kings, but the number of Winged Knights was still only over a hundred. Silver Pupil's political status often showed signs of instability. There was no way around it; perhaps the simple member count could be forcibly increased with clone potions, but establishing spiritual connections with Dream Demons, or even summoning across planes, relied on innate talent. No matter how many Silver Pupils there were, they had never been able to establish a connection from a young age due to their lack of spiritual foundation; not even qualifying as reserve knights made them useless no matter how long they lived or how many times they were reborn.

  The wine scene is like a battlefield, things that can't be won by talent can only be obtained through off-court tactics. Whether it's a declining family or a newly risen noble, most of them shuttle back and forth in similar banquets day and night, forming a complex web of relationships.

  The era of great expansion and enfeoffment has passed, the three continents are already crowded with hundreds of millions of people. The demonic sea tribe is not an easy target to provoke, let alone the high-end strongmen like the dragon and the ancient crocodile king. For the new generation of demon elite to climb up step by step through military merit like their predecessors is really as difficult as ascending to heaven.

  The space-time rift that appears once every ten thousand years when the Silent Moon returns is still several thousand years away, if one wants to reclaim their homeland from the Aeolian invaders. Although some small natural rifts can allow a few people to pass through in teams, unfortunately, cross-dimensional combat without logistics is absolutely not something wise people would do - only brainless young punks would do such stupid things, and nobles would never do it.

  The result is that the thousand mutated Aos on the Demon Continent have fallen into a blood calamity. Some super-grade extreme Dao strongmen almost face hundreds of thousands of adventure teams challenging them every day, and most are trampled to death, not even getting a decent way to die. The output of Bi Xue Dan Qing has maintained a stable growth trend...

  However, all of this has nothing to do with Boman. She is just a physically weak civilian witch woman who originally couldn't learn attack magic, and the "sharp eyes and quick hands" required for negative support magic are even more irrelevant to Boman. The shelter also had simple training courses, but Boman's grades couldn't even pass the lowest three-star level, and the only thing she was suitable for was being a decoration in a noble manor, and even that would be slightly embarrassing at a dinner party.

  At the under-staffed cocktail party, no one in the mansion had expected much from this newcomer who was hastily brought in to help out, including herself. The maid's uniform was temporarily borrowed from someone else and, due to size issues, Bauman had to force her eyes, which were already declining with age, to sew a few stitches before she could wear it. However, it was precisely because of this small difference in attire that she unknowingly attracted the attention of many more guests than the other maids.

  This includes a middle-aged rogue named Walker from a declining noble family. His surname has long since lost its luster, and he himself has not had any notable achievements in hundreds of years, but instead is notorious for his greed and lust. However, his naturally handsome appearance has saved him, and it's said that he often associates with the female relatives of certain high-ranking officials, occasionally getting some favors from them, which has become his ticket to freeload at various banquets.

  Normally, he wouldn't dare to make a move on the maid at a banquet like this, and would just take advantage of her with his eyes. But Baoman's luck had always been bad, and her eyesight wasn't great to begin with. When she was serving a certain hot dish, the steam got in her eyes, and as a result, the dish and plate landed on that ruthless Silver Pupil's head.

  This is simply equivalent to Bohman delivering herself to the door, and Walker has always been a meat-eater who never refuses. The owner of the manor may not look up to this silver pupil, but it's also unnecessary to turn against him for a small orphan servant girl, so things evolved in the direction that everyone knew under the owner's tacit consent. Bohman struggled desperately, but it was completely useless. The surrounding aristocrats who attended the banquet treated this matter as a third-rate stage play and enjoyed it, no one wanted to help her out, nor did anyone want to interrupt this "fun".

  Bao Man's white maid uniform was torn off several buttons by Walker in front of a large crowd, and she could only barely hold it together with both hands to avoid being exposed. But at this moment of shame and desperation, she still vaguely heard that some nobles nearby were betting on when Walker would rip off her outer garment.

  The poor witch's maid was soon exhausted, almost ready to give up struggling, and everything around her became blurry in her mind. It seemed like a similar scene had happened many years ago, when Boman was still a little girl who was often scolded by older kids for being blind. Those hateful kids always found joy in frequently pushing her down. At that time, the bullied Boman also felt this way...

  But at that time, it seemed like someone drove away those bad kids and saved the young self.

  Who is it? Why are they almost forgetting the appearance of that little benefactor? The shoulder-length purple hair, the bright silver pupils, and that smile that always hangs on the edge of their mouth, shining like a diamond.

  "Henfrey..." Bowman muttered this name subconsciously as he was about to fall into a coma.

  In the dim light, it seemed to have transmitted the sound of loud scolding, the dull response of heavy objects being hit, and the sound of tables and chairs falling. Then in the next moment, Bo Man fell into a wide and warm embrace. The surroundings were filled with her familiar scent, deeply imprinted in her mind.

  "Don't be afraid, Boman, I'm here..."

  The host and guests at the banquet were astonished to find that someone would actually send Walker flying for a servant girl, and that he would flee in disarray without regard for his noble status. For a time, every corner was abuzz with discussion.

  "Who is that silver-eyed person? He looks familiar, and it seems like Walker knows him too?"

  "Isn't that the new Silver Pupil Knight from the Bao family? The genius warrior who has already single-handedly slain no less than ten mutated Aurochs just after coming of age. It's said that wherever he goes, those crazy young ladies would trample down the doorstep of his lodging..."

  "He's so handsome~~~~ Look at that face, look at those muscular lines~~~~ That little maid is simply too lucky, if I could replace her position now it would be great~~~~"

  Even though her eyes still couldn't see things clearly, from the whispers of the guests around her, Beiman still heard out the true identity of the person holding her. Endless joy filled every corner of her heart in an instant. "Humphrey... is it really you?"

  "Yes, Ingrid, it's me." Suddenly, a coat with Henfrey's body temperature was draped over her. It felt as if she had really gone back to many years ago.

  A relieved smile crept onto Bo Man's lips. Her glasses had long been knocked off during the argument, and her maid's cap was nowhere to be found either. Her long hair naturally fell loose and scattered around. The little witch girl lying in Bao Jia's arms wasn't extremely beautiful, but her moving expression and natural temperament stunned the surrounding guests for a moment, and the buzzing noise subsided unnoticed.

  The master of the manor reluctantly came forward. Since he didn't show up at first, he missed the best opportunity to solve the problem. Now that he sees Bao Jia, who is known as the hope of the younger generation, openly resorting to violence, it's a bit late for him to try to make amends.

  It is known that Humphrey Boggart's great name has already occupied a place in the three continents of the demon world, and the Knights Templar and the Burning Legion are vying for his recruitment. Even the Witch King in legend had the idea of taking him under his wing. Although Boggart hasn't summoned his nightmare mount yet, this alone is enough to prove his excellence. A weighty enough anchor like this would make even the descendants of the Four-Winged Knights weigh their options carefully.

  Of course, on the premise that Walker won't retaliate, things are settled in a way that can be described as all's well that ends well. Bao Man is just a small servant girl who has not suffered any abuse either in the shelter or in the manor, and this time everyone turned a blind eye to the sudden incident. Giving away servant girls is a very common thing among nobles...

  So, Bohman left the manor where he had lived for many years. Bao Jia had a small adventure team, even the dungeon shooters were young women, although there was an obvious flaw in the magic attack, but Bohman's joining also made it much easier.

  When packing her luggage, Bo Man actually didn't have much to put in her bags. She only came to the piano room to bid farewell to Miss at the last minute. The two girls of similar age even hugged each other and cried bitterly. They were happy for Bo Man but also sad about Miss's unchangeable fate.

  The noble lady, who was both a teacher and a friend, actually had a very difficult life herself and almost couldn't afford to give a decent farewell gift. The piano in the house was naturally impossible to give away, but neither she nor Bohman liked the other crystal instruments... In desperation, the lady rummaged through her trunk and found an old sheet of music. Bohman took it in hand, and the two slowly cried again, and finally, the witchy lady set out on her farewell journey.

  Due to a lack of relevant knowledge, Bohman actually didn't know just how sought after her Hengfeng was. This wasn't just referring to the value measured by women's standards; in fact, whether it was official, temple or large adventure groups, they all extended an olive branch to Baojia. For a Silver Pupil without a particularly illustrious family background, this was actually quite an honor. But he seemed completely unbothered, and didn't even hurry to summon his dream mount to upgrade.

  These things, at that time, Pu Man didn't understand them at all. She just wanted to simply stay by Humphrey's side.