Aesthetics and art cells, Cynthia thinks she is still online.

  Unfortunately, her trip didn't have a luxurious carriage, which somewhat dragged down her fairy-like attire.

  But Cynthia still calmly hired an ordinary horse-drawn carriage and responded to the people around her with a charming smile.

  Her smile was like an angel's arrow piercing their hearts.

  "I've never found blonde hair so captivating before, and that face is truly enchanting."

  "What a pity she's a follower of the God of Light, or else she would surely be favored by Lord Caius."

  “...”

  Cynthia found a rickshaw driver who was a middle-aged man struggling to make a living. He doubled the price for the route into DC.

  "I have to get back before it gets dark, but I'll definitely be coming back empty-handed, so you'll have to pay me for the round-trip fare."

  Even with a label bearing Kayser's name on all her belongings, Cynthia was unable to enjoy any preferential treatment.

  She paid a hefty fare of one gold coin and set foot on this road leading to DC district.

  As for what to do after the banquet is over, to be honest, she hasn't thought it through yet.

  Or maybe she wanted to wait for Kyrios to come and take her home.

  Hope he comes.

  Outside the car window, there were no clouds for thousands of miles, and the sun was scorching hot.

  It seems like it won't rain today.

  Cynthia leaned against the window, her blue irises clean and transparent like a mirror. She stared at the slowly sinking sunlight in a daze, with a red rose pinned to her right ear, still radiating vitality after being freshly picked, just like her blooming life that was always on the verge of withering danger.

  After sunset turned into crimson, Cynthia arrived at the entrance of DC district.

  Everyone entering DC must be screened.

  Cynthia was easily let go after handing over the letter, but the knights guarding the city district stopped her and chatted with her for a few words, "There are also several people with golden hair like you in the DC area."

  "Are you now a noble of the DC district?" Cynthia asked by the window.

  "They came from Riddania with you, some became servants, some became pets."

  The knight deliberately bit off this word when talking about pets, with a hint of meaning.

  Cynthia didn't think much of it and was about to shout at the carter to leave when a knight outside the carriage joked:

  "If Lord Caylus has abandoned you, beautiful blonde girl, after having possessed the saint, welcome to come and take refuge with us as our pet, we have a considerable fortune together, enough to maintain a noblewoman of Rhedonia."

  "What's your name?"

  "Daniel." He reported his name with confidence.

  Cynthia's almond-shaped eyes seriously took note of the man in front of her, who also had a head of brown curly hair and freckles on his face. "I remember you."

  Her gentle voice was ambiguous, with a hint of subtle danger.

  "I hope that one day you will not regret today's insult towards me."

  Cynthia lowered her eyelids and dropped the curtain, her hands in black lace gloves clenched slightly on her knees.

  Don't underestimate a girl who can make it in the imperial entertainment circle. To be able to stand at the top, she relies on more than just her face.

  The prosperity of DC district is at one extreme compared with XC district.

  A prosperous downtown area with a predominantly yellow ancient century tone.

  Those aged stones piled up into a building with a sharp top, towering above the clouds, slender spires, long and thin columns standing under these buildings, buildings crowded together, cobblestone pavement on the road.

  The old clock on the spire was the first thing Cynthia saw.

  She inexplicably recalled the scene where Cinderella fled after leaving behind a crystal shoe at the stroke of midnight.

  The DC district near dusk is still bustling, and there are many elves and dwarves walking around.

  The coachman must drive very carefully, as a collision with anyone or anything could leave him here forever.

  The domain of Lord Gill is a large estate that is not in the bustling city center, but on the outskirts, and also has a private small forest and lake.

  When the carriage arrived at the entrance of the manor, many luxurious carriages were already lined up waiting for their owners to get off and attend the banquet.

  The banquet was set at night, which shows they were not afraid of those vampires at all.

  Cynthia looked at the guards standing outside the wall wearing white scale armor, her eyes were enlightened.

  Although she couldn't tell who had divine skills and who didn't, just by looking at those people's firm and serious faces, she knew they weren't ordinary.

  The safety factor is still very high.

  Or it can be guessed that people in DC are even afraid of vampires, and they may have reached some kind of agreement.

  Poor people always have to suffer more hardships and unfair treatment.

  "You can stop here, you'd better hurry back before it gets dark." Cynthia said politely to the coachman as she got down from the carriage.

  "How will you get back tonight?" he asked worriedly.

  "Lord Kairus will see me back," Cynthia replied with a smile.

  With her answer, the coachman put down his heart and raised his whip, driving the carriage back and forth.

  "That's all an adult has? How pathetic."

  Cynthia had barely taken two steps when these sarcastic and jealous voices came from all directions.

  Is it because of her looks that you can't find any fault with her so you scold her for being short?

  Of course, she had already anticipated this scene yesterday.

  Why did she come to the banquet? Apart from Kael's reason, there must be a saint candidate here, otherwise why would a lord of DC district invite her for no reason?

  But I just wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of taste Lord Caius has.

  But would Caius be unaware of their behavior?

  Not knowing won't make her leave either.

  He obviously didn't like being suspected and controlled in certain things, but Cynthia also dared not to be sure, after all, Kael's mind she always couldn't grasp.

  She now has only one thing to do, which is to suppress them all and then find out the woman who may become a saint.

  No matter how complex her inner world was, Cynthia always wore a perfect smile on her face, elegantly making her way through the crowd of carriages.

  As an aristocrat, her etiquette and demeanor cannot be surpassed.

  As for the words with jealousy, she ignored them all.

  That's praise for her beauty.

  "I just saw you get off a four-wheeled carriage with peeling paint." The girl standing at the door to greet her was the one who had come to invite Cynthia last time, and her jealous and arrogant attitude were all written on her face covered with thick white powder.

  Cynthia handed over the invitation with an unchanged expression, "It won't be for long."

  She didn't look angry at all, her beautiful face still smiling.

  "Alright, Elena, don't stand at the door, hurry up and invite the guests in to take their seats."

  A very pleasant female voice.

  Cynthia raised her eyes and gazed out, her gaze condensed for a moment.

  I thought it would take some effort, but unexpectedly this future saint came so quickly.