"If you ask what the male nobles of Chelfidu like to do the most, eight out of ten will tell you it's horse racing, the rest is softball and the other is bridge."

"For ladies, the corresponding activities to horse racing are tea parties, followed by ballroom dance parties and makeup salons."

Salina stood at the door of the salon opened by Lord Rutherford, listening to Naomi and Isabella singing and introducing her to the favorite activities of the female nobles of Chelfidu.

"This Lord Rutherford..." Serena spoke, looking at the two girls opposite with inquiring eyes.

"You guessed it right," Naomi on the left nodded, confirming her guess, "This daughter of Viscount Rutherford is the daughter of Viscount Rutherford. She is also the president of the Chelfido Tailor Guild. Her tea party is the most famous and popular in the Chelfido, because all the black teas at the tea party come from her father's estate."

"You're lucky," Naomi looked at Salina, and her freckled face became even more grinning. "Lord Rutherford had an afternoon tea party that was about to be held this morning. She attended the Rose Lady's Ball with her father last night, so she would be very happy if she knew you were here."

"I'm very happy, too," Salina looked at them with a smile. "It's my honor to be able to participate in such an event."

"It will also bring me a greater reputation," she added in her heart.

"Then come with us," Naomi waved, "When you taste the fine black tea from Viscount Rutherford's house and then the exquisite and sweet snacks, you will be reluctant to leave here!"

Isabella on the other side had knocked on the door of the salon. Not long after, the antique door slowly opened, and a delicately dressed maid flashed out from behind the door.

"Good morning, Miss Naomi, Miss Isabella, and this... Miss."

"It's Ms. Salina Noah," Naomi pointed seriously, "Your Lord knows her-she is a visceral from the Einhofen Empire."

"Ah," the maid covered her mouth in surprise, took two steps back in panic, and then bowed, "Please forgive my misogynistic Viscount Salina, I don't know..."

"It's okay," Salina smiled gently, waved her hand, "Go and notify your master."

"Someone has gone," the maid crossed her hands in front of her and bowed again, "Please come with me and have a rest, my master will reply to you soon."

Salina nodded and walked into the salon with Naomi and Isabella.

The maid led them all the way to a spacious and luxuriously decorated lounge. After all the three of them sat down, she asked softly: "What do you want to drink? We have black tea from Rutherford Manor, top coffee beans produced in Port Caspian, mellow hot cocoa, and high-quality wines from Legrond, which are the Rose Lady."

"Get a cup of black tea," Salina said with a smile, "Naomi and Isabella have always strongly recommended Rutherford's black tea to me."

"A wise choice," Salina's words made the atmosphere liven up a lot, and the maid laughed with her, "Dear lady, I dare not tell you, but our black tea is definitely the best in Strand, I dare to promise you."

"That's right," Naomi also said, "Even Ms. Rose's wine cannot be compared with this black tea."

"I want to have black tea, too," Isabella smiled, putting her hands on her knees, "This is my favorite drink, no doubt."

"That's three cups of black tea," the maid showed a strange smile—the expression of pride, pride and pleasure, "please wait, the black tea will arrive soon."

She crossed her hands in front of her and quickly walked out.

"You're lucky," Naomi stood up and leisurely looked at the decorations in the room and the paintings hung on the walls, not knowing which famous artist came from.

"The taste of the Rutherford's family is still as high as ever," she smiled with relief and joy after patrolling the room. "I'm so glad that the nobles in this city have not yet become nouveau riche."

"Hey! That's not to be said," protested Isabella, who was sitting in her seat. "We can't say the taste is bad either."

"Don't be so anxious, Isabella," Naomi sat back on her original seat with a smile, "I didn't say your family is a nouveau riche."

Salina suddenly felt a little regretful. She had known that she had brought Rutchen out before going out today. Judging from the performance of Naomi and Isabella, things full of art can obviously gain their favor and attention, and music is naturally here.

This is true for them, not to mention the nobles they call "novas" like.

"What a pity," she thought in her heart with some regret, "this would have been a good opportunity to become famous."

"How are you, Salina?"

Naomi's inquiry woke her up, and she hurriedly raised her head and escaped from her own world, "What's wrong, Naomi?"

"Look," Naomi did not reply to her immediately, but glanced at Isabella, "I just said she had something to do."

Then she looked at Salina, "What's wrong with you, Salina, I just called you several times in a row, and you didn't respond. Although it was rude to ask this - but I wonder what was bothering you?"

"It's not a big deal," Salina closed her hair, "I just felt a pity that I didn't take Lutechen out, otherwise it would be a good show at the tea party."

"Ah, indeed," Naomi nodded, "Your Lute is very good--maybe you can ask Rutherford, maybe she has a Lute here?"

The door of the lounge was opened now, and the maid who was in charge of entertaining them walked in with a tray. On the tray were three cups of steaming black tea and sugar placed in an extremely delicate copper jar, and on the edge was a silver spoon for scooping sugar.

"Three respected ladies, this is your black tea."

While greeting the maid, she carefully placed the black tea in front of everyone.

"Thank you, we can solve the rest by ourselves." Naomi got up and took the sugar jar and silver spoon, and handed a deep look to the maid.

"Then I won't bother you," the maid obediently put away the tray and bowed to everyone, "I will inform you when the Lord has free time."

After saying that, she slowly retreated and before leaving, she did not forget to close the door of the lounge for the three girls.

"Come and try it," Naomi pushed a cup of black tea in front of Salina. "This black tea is really good, fragrant and fragrant. If you think it's too bitter, the sugar in it can meet your extra needs."

"Then I'm not polite," Salina smiled and picked up the teacup, blew the heat carefully, and then took a sip.

Her brows frowned slightly, "It's a bit bitter, I still can't accept this kind of tea - I really don't know how Orientals enjoy such tea."

"Then add some sugar and try it." Naomi pushed the sugar bowl in front of her again.

Salina picked up the silver spoon as she spoke and scooped a small spoonful of sugar like snow from the can. She watched them melt into the tea cup bit by bit as they were stirred by the spoon.

After all the sugar melted, she picked up the teacup and took another sip, "Ah! It's much better now."

"Then we can go to the next stage," Naomi also picked up the teacup. "How long are you going to stay in Chelfi, dear Salina?"

"I don't know," Salina replied after a little thought, "but I will have a special concert in three days - Rose Garden has reached an agreement with me."

"Ah, I will definitely visit you. The Rutchen, who is not one in Chelfidu, can play better than you. What about you, Isabella?"

"Of course I'll go, Naomi," Isabella glanced at Naomi and angrily, "It's not just one person who likes Salina's performance."

"What about after the show?" As if the tea was too bitter, Naomi scooped two spoons of sugar and continued to ask while stirring, "Will you keep the chelfie?"

"My answer is still I don't know," Salina shook her head. "It depends on the popularity of the show, I think. If the Chelfido men were enthusiastic enough and things went well enough, I might stay for a few more days."

"Of course," she looked at Naomi and Isabella's smiling faces and added apologetically, "If things go well, maybe you will never see me again-I don't want to get you into something like this."

But she didn't say it clearly that she didn't want to hurt the hearts of these two good girls.

The conversation in the lounge also entered a period of silence. Everyone didn't know what to say, so everyone simply held their own tea cup and sipped the black tea gracefully.

Lord Rutherford became the savior to break this silence, and she pushed open the door and walked in in a blink of an eye.

This lady was a very special existence among all the female nobles of Chelfidu - although she only had the title of Lord brought by the daughter of Rutherford, her reputation had already risen throughout Chelfidu.

Marven Rutherford, no one in Chelfidu doesn't know this lord who doesn't like red clothes and armed. She always appears in front of everyone in an extremely capable look. The trendy long skirts that other girls like the most are unattractive to her. They replace them with slim leather armor, excellent scabbards and long swords forged with fine steel.

Even when she was about to meet the three ladies, she was still wearing tough leather armor made of extra-grade shark leather, with an extremely sharp sword around her waist.

"Welcome to everyone," she opened her arms and walked up to the three of them with a hearty laughter. "It took me some time to dress, and I hope this did not bore you."

Even when they met for the first time, Salina must admit that the girl in front of her brought her a feeling that she was more polite and friendly than most nobles. Perhaps this is why she was so popular in the aristocratic circle even in strange costumes.

While talking, Mawen Rutherford had already untied the sword around her waist. "I don't have much time, there is a class for the swordsman in the afternoon, and the tea party in the morning is also urgent, but I think we can sit for a while," she said, sitting down with Naomi.

"Your visit makes my salon shine brightly, dear Ms. Salina," Mawen bowed slightly to Salina. "Since I heard your performance last night, I have been eager to have you visit my little salon and give me an excellent performance."

I have to say that this lord is indeed a very good person. Even though Salina was ready, she was still full of joy and her smile on her face became a little thicker.

"Of course it's OK. If you don't mind, I can present a song at the tea party that will be waiting for you, as long as you have a suitable Rut here."

"Rotel, is it?" Mawen stood up excitedly. "Of course, of course I have - three or four years ago I was fascinated by this ancient instrument, so I bought a super-grade Ruotel from Wellsgra."

"Wilsgrad's Rutchen?" Salina's eyes lit up suddenly, "What's the string?"

"Five stringed zither, dear Salina," the smile on Mawen's face became even deeper, "You are indeed a master with great knowledge in the zither, and I will be happy to give this zither to you."

"What?" Salinna was a little surprised. The Ruts produced in the Wellsgrad area are not a big deal. Each one is made by a master, and they are priced as high as their quality.

"No, this is too expensive," Salina stood up after a brief trance. "Every piano in Wellsgrad is unique, I don't think I can take it."

"Please accept it," Ma Wen smiled indifferently, "No matter how expensive the piano is, it will do nothing to me. If that's the case, why not let it release its due glory under your hands?"

"Okay," Salina sat back, and if she persisted, it would not be a humility, but a kind insult to Mawen. She understood this very well.

"That's right," Ma Wen smiled with satisfaction. "The tea party is about to begin. I'll send someone to bring you the piano. You may need to debug it."

"So, please wait here, dear Salina," she stood up with the hilt of the sword. "As for Naomi and Isabella, I think you can move with me to the tea party first. The snacks and black tea are ready, and the tea party will begin soon."

"After the maid brings the piano, she will lead you to the tea party, Ms. Salina," Mawen turned to Salina and explained, "I will personally introduce you to all the girls present, as well as your wonderful music."
Chapter completed!