"No, I can't keep up with you anymore."

Jon smiled, let go of her hand, and prepared to send her to the nearby living room.

"Nice to get to know you again."

Jon is referring to the fact that she is also a Beyonder.

"Your light lit up my ball."

Jon kept smiling and complimented again.

What kind of thing is this woman? Is she an Extraordinary from the audience sequence? It seems that we can rule out the possibility of being a Cassava believer?

But it’s troublesome to contact the Psychological Alchemy Society now. I’m not a clown, I’m just a small writer who wants to cosplay Bateman, and I don’t have a particularly strong ability to control my expressions.

Jon sighed silently.

"If you were an Intis, you should try inviting me to the lounge now."

An Qi took a glass of red wine from the waiter and took a sip.

"But I am from Loen."

Hearing Jon say this, she chuckled and replied, "I never said I was from Intis."

"Can you tell me your address? Or leave your contact information."

she asked.

Jon didn't answer, just kept smiling, "Let's talk about this issue next time we meet."

Maybe I should investigate your origins first, Jon thought.

Taking a sip of red wine, she looked forward, paused and said, "Your performance is too clumsy."

"You adapted to the dance steps too quickly, as if you had learned this dance before."

That's because of the power of my potion and the physical memory of Welch's own existence... Jon continued to listen to her words calmly.

"Of course, these problems are not big. After all, except for me, there is basically no caring person like me who pays attention to the details of your movements."

Jon followed her gaze and looked over. The music in the ballroom had not started yet, and a small number of gentlemen were looking for the next dance partner.

Madam, are you showing off that you are a spectator?

Jon felt that he could determine part of her identity, but Jon didn't understand why the other party would expose her to him.

"You shouldn't have come to this ball. I believe there will be some unfriendly comments about you in the aristocratic circles tomorrow."

An Qi smiled and put down her wine glass.

"But I'm just a small writer, why should I care so much about my reputation?"

Jon asked her.

"If you really want to join the circle here, you'd better find a guide. Believe me, if you don't have my cover today, your social career will be very bad from the first step."

Angel didn't seem to want to answer Jon's question.

Sighing, Jon said, "This is not the place to talk. I will come to you again."

After asking for the other party's address and saying goodbye, Jon walked towards the table with snacks again.

In front of Angel, the extraordinary person who was suspected of being an "audience", Jon always felt a sense of discomfort. He felt as if he was being nakedly displayed in front of her.

He didn't feel anything at all before, but now he understands the saying "be careful of the audience".

"Fortunately, the other party doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me."

Jon thought.

"Well, the career of an artist is too difficult. Maybe I can try to find someone who can act as my agent and promote my work, and then I can create with peace of mind?"

Jon sighed.

As soon as he put a piece of small cake into his mouth, Jon saw a lazy salted fish in the corner rejecting a gentleman's invitation and then leaning on the sofa to taste the black tea.

Jon's eyes lit up and he walked over.

"Hello, Ms. Fors."

He sat on the sofa opposite Forsi.

Forsi was just thinking about why there was someone else, but he looked up and saw Jon.

This relieved her.

"Why choose this occasion to meet?" she thought.

However, she thought that she did not leave any contact information for Jon Snow last time. It seemed that he could only contact her through Viscount Gray Lint.

So she said, "Hello, Mr. Jon, I heard that Viscount Graylingt said that you have something to do with me?"

"It's true that something happened. This is not the place to talk. Come with me to the nearby lounge."

Jon glanced at the waiter standing in front.

Hearing this, Forsi stood up and followed Jon.

Jon casually glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention, and then closed the door.

Seeing Jon sit down, Forsi also sat down and leaned back on the soft sofa. She asked, "So what exactly is going on?"

Jon straightened his expression, "I do need your help with something."

"I need you to recommend my work in your next novel." Jon said seriously.

Hearing this, Forsi looked at Jon in surprise, as if saying, "That's it?"

As for being so mysterious and asking me out specifically to meet? She suddenly felt dissatisfied with the person in front of her.

"I haven't finished talking yet. I need you to write a new book as soon as possible. You can even choose to serialize the novel in a newspaper. Anyway, I need you to complete this recommendation task as soon as possible."

In order to make my works famous as soon as possible, I can only prevent you from continuing to live your salty life. Jon thought in his heart.

I don’t have a clue about my new book yet. Forsi felt speechless for a while. She was about to refuse when she heard Jon continue.

"I'll give you a reward you can't refuse."

"What's the reward?" Although she didn't intend to accept this troublesome commission, she still asked.

What kind of reward could I not refuse? She felt curious in her heart.

Jon glanced at the bracelet with only two stones left on Forsi's hand, and said, "The reward is information about the full moon's whisper."

How did he know that I was troubled by the full moon whisper! Forsi looked at Jon in surprise.

"It's not difficult to guess. Basically all 'apprentices' will be affected by the full moon to a certain extent, of course, but the degree will be different."

Jon smiled.

"I can provide you with a way to get rid of the influence of the full moon's whispers. Of course, if you are not greatly affected and don't need it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Jon said.

Did he know I was an "apprentice"? How did he know? Did someone tell him about my ability to "open doors"?

For a moment, Forsi had the idea of ​​using his bracelet again.

But after thinking about it, she realized that even if the other party was malicious towards her, he probably wouldn't do anything here, and judging from the other party's attitude, it didn't look like he was malicious.

"How do I know you won't lie to me?"
Chapter completed!