After a brief moment of thought, Enya had already determined that the group planning to make a move against the Lord of Mist Church was none other than this organization called Golden Town, and the one orchestrating all of this was likely that woman named Sharon.
They, too, wanted to take advantage of Tulius’s weakness to snatch something from his grasp.
In other words, Golden Town was now Enya’s enemy.
Enya gave a careless smile.
Whether she had many enemies or just a few, it didn’t really matter to her. In fact, the more people involved, the more chances she would have to fish in troubled waters.
That was always her way here.
“Senior, Wendy, she…”
Sophia held Wendy’s hand and walked up to Enya, speaking respectfully, “Those sixty thousand gold coins, I’ll find a way to repay you, Senior. Please rest assured—elves always keep their word.”
“Mhm, I’m not in a hurry.” Enya wasn’t being polite.
She wasn’t a fool.
Those sixty thousand gold coins weren’t tossed out just to win a beauty’s smile; there was no way she’d just hand them out on a whim.
Wendy peeked her head out, looking at Enya, who remained seated in her chair with no intention of standing up.
Listening to Sophia’s smooth voice repeatedly call her Senior, the young Forest Elf girl was a bit confused.
Senior?
But this Senior obviously looked human.
She’d heard that if humans lived to a hundred, it was considered amazing.
Some who practiced cultivation could even live two or three hundred years.
But a hundred years was an incredibly short time to an elf.
Even though Wendy herself hadn’t yet reached a hundred, she still doubted that this human woman before her could possibly be older than she was.
Besides…
She didn’t seem all that powerful?
Enya’s magic was only at the fifth tier.
Her aura wasn’t sharp, and her magical fluctuations were gentle—she looked like a stable-tempered type.
So why did Lady Sophia address her as Senior?—“Ahem.”
Sophia gently nudged Wendy’s arm with her elbow, snapping Wendy out of her thoughts, only then realizing that two pairs of eyes were already on her.
She immediately ducked her head in fright.
Seeing her like this, Sophia sighed inwardly.
“Quick, thank Senior.”
“Ah? Oh!”
Wendy was stunned for a moment at Sophia’s words, but quickly came to her senses, turning to Enya and giving a deep bow.
Her head nearly banged against Enya’s knee.
“I’m sorry…uh, no, thank you for saving me, Senior. Wendy is deeply grateful!”
She accidentally slipped into her usual way of speaking.
Wendy’s cheeks flushed, and her ears—unable to hide her emotions—stood tall and were tinged with a beautiful rosy hue.
Matched with her smooth, long, straight, light green hair, she truly did look rather appetizing.
Enya took a closer look at this little elf.
Call Wendy timid, yet she had the courage to sneak into the human world all by herself, defying the decisions of her ancestors.
Call Wendy bold, and now she looked like a frightened little rabbit, just wanting to hide herself away.
From her first words being an apology, Enya could tell: this was a clumsy, cowardly, yet somehow brave little elf.
Quite an interesting child~
Elves like Wendy were rare even in the Elven Kingdom.
Most Forest Elves, just as human storybooks described, were stubbornly traditional and reluctant to leave their comfort zone.
Enya rose from her chair and straightened Wendy, who was bent at a ninety-degree angle, until she stood upright.
“Not bad. I quite like you.”
“U-uh…”
Wendy’s face reddened further.
Enya spoke in Elven, so of course she understood.
Among elves, there were no notions of straight or bent—there was only one orientation, which was toward other elves.
Liking meant exactly that.
Sophia narrowed her eyes and pulled Wendy aside, then put on a faint smile and spoke to Enya.
“Senior, what should we do now?”
In her eyes, the auction was finished.
But Enya didn’t think so. In fact, to her, the real show was just beginning.
“Don’t worry, it’ll start soon.”
Enya spoke as she walked to the window, pushing it open and looking outside.
From here, she could clearly see the tall building belonging to Golden Town, just a street away—a short walk out the door.
This room had been arranged by Sharon.
Yes, they were still around Golden Town, staying temporarily in an inn.
If she guessed right, the true owner of this inn was also that violet-dressed woman named Sharon.
Enya wasn’t certain whether the name was real.
After all, she herself liked to adopt countless aliases.
Do something shady, then swap identities and continue the adventure.
They were being closely watched, as if people wanted to track their next moves.
However, Enya had no intention of leaving the inn. She turned slightly and addressed the two elves behind her.
“Sophia, take Wendy to the next room to rest. Come back after a bit. We’ll have visitors soon, so let’s prepare. Wendy, recover your magic as soon as possible. We might need you.”
Wendy: “Eh?”
Sophia: “…”
Upon hearing about guests, Sophia immediately thought of that woman named Sharon.
She glanced at Enya’s back and nodded lightly.
Then, she turned to support Wendy, who was still somewhat weak, and led her to another room.
Soren and Roland, father and son, arrived at the inn by carriage.
When the coachman opened the door, Roland jumped out.
He landed steadily and glanced up at the inn in front of him.
Roland sensed a gentle aura—belonging to that gray-haired lady he had annoyed with his earlier peeping.
Still seated in the carriage, Soren said to his son,
“Remember, do not force anything.”
“Understood.”
Roland nodded, then turned and walked toward the inn.
As he left, the coach door was closed, the coachman returned to his seat, and, with a flick of the whip, drove the horses forward.
The carriage slowly pulled away from the inn.
Once inside, Roland declined the greeting from the reception and walked straight toward his destination.
Soon, he stopped in front of a certain room.
Before knocking, Roland sensed something off.
There were three presences inside.
One was gentle yet firm—likely the gray-haired lady; one was concealed and mysterious—the enigmatic person by the lady’s side; and the last was brash and wild—Roland was unfamiliar with this one.
He stood at the door, thinking for a moment before quickly understanding.
It seemed someone had beaten him to it!
Still, this didn’t interfere with Roland’s intentions.
Knock, knock, knock—the wooden door sounded.
Enya was holding a cup of black tea. She shifted her gaze from the scantily clad maid to the door, her tone calm.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and a brown-haired youth stepped inside.
From the Ophield Family?
Enya wasn’t surprised; she remembered the family because her daughter Rosily had a close friend named Elqi Ophield.
Roland entered and, seeing the three beautiful women seated around the table, briefly wondered if he had come at a bad time.
Indeed, he had.
The scantily dressed maid furrowed her delicate brows when she saw Roland’s arrival.
But Roland didn’t retreat. Instead, he remained by the door, keeping a considerable distance from Enya, Sophia, and Madam Margaret’s maid.
This was to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.
In this world, for nobles, reputation was a paramount concern.
“This really is unfortunate, to disturb the afternoon tea of three lovely young ladies. That is my mistake—next time, I will not repeat it.”
So, this time is a pass?
Enya studied this fellow, who seemed to be her daughter’s close friend’s brother.
Handsome, certainly, but whether he was “upright” or not, she couldn’t say.
“Young master of the Ophield Family, what brings you here?” The maid spoke this time.
Enya took a quiet sip of tea, then glanced at Sophia beside her, signaling her not to be nervous—eat and drink as you please.
Sophia nodded, but merely pinched off a small piece of bean cake and nibbled on it, not taking anything else.
In certain situations, especially with strangers present, it was hard not to be reserved.
That restraint had long become a habit.
Enya didn’t press Sophia.
Instead, she turned her attention to the tense standoff between the maid and Roland, watching to see who would yield first.
After a while, she spoke.
“I know what both of you are after.”
As she spoke, both the maid and Roland looked at Enya.
Roland studied the gray-haired lady.
Her figure was wrapped in a long robe, her figure indistinguishable, but her exquisite face hinted that whatever was under that robe was surely exceptional.
At the moment, Enya’s hair was tied in a bun behind her head, not left loose.
That mature, intelligent air that surrounded her was enough to stir anyone’s heart.
Of course, Roland had no such intentions.
What he was considering was the lady’s true strength.
If she was powerful, he wished she could become his sister’s teacher.
Was that fifth-tier aura really her limit?
Only a fool would believe that so easily!
Roland leaned against the door, his head tilting forward as he shifted his gaze from the ladies to the floor.
“Madam, I have a younger sister who is at the age for study, but we’ve never found her a suitable tutor—”
“Sorry, I refuse.”
Enya’s lips curled as she interrupted bluntly.
She had no desire to take on another child.
Her own two daughters were enough trouble, not to mention the housework and the threats around her yard.
How could she have time to go to someone else’s house as a tutor?
Roland didn’t even have a chance to offer his conditions.
He glanced up at Enya, then lowered his eyes and, after a moment’s thought, prepared to leave.
As the saying went, do not force things.
But before leaving, he said to Enya, who was sitting with one leg crossed and a hand on the table,
“That Baron Ronald Tang En, whose thunder you stole twice, is the blood brother of the White Stone City Earth Gang boss. So, Madam, please be careful.”