After the dust faded away, the ceremonial dress revealed a deep and deep black.
The smooth, satin-like fabric tightly wraps around the girl's chest and waist, and the classical design style makes her waist look slender.
It is still relatively conservative. Apart from the exposed white jade shoulders and arms, the chest is wrapped very tightly, with almost no gaps visible.
From the waist down is a long series of layered, slightly puffy petal skirts.
This is not anthropomorphism, because each petal is very large, and from a stylistically point of view, the designer did not want to link the hem of the skirt with the petals.
But it has that effect.
Black Rose... or Black Lily.
When it is worn on the right body, everyone who sees it will associate it this way.
"I think it's fine..." Hitzfeld tried to pretend that he didn't care, "But the shoulders... uh, aren't they showing too much..."
It’s not just the shoulders actually.
The overly conservative chest design also comes at a price - she didn't realize until she started wearing it that the back was almost hollow.
There are two straps, which can be tied around the waist. There is a fake flower pendant that can be embedded in the front of the collar, disguising it as a pendant necklace. She looked at herself in the mirror and was quite satisfied, because black is indeed a relatively low-key and simple color, but it’s this back... After putting it on, I always feel a chill on my back. She feels like countless eyes are staring at her when she wears it inside.
"It's perfect." Xia Yibing said seriously, "I didn't expect it to have this effect... I take back what I said before, there won't be a better dress than this one."
Then she frowned again, with a puzzled expression.
"But I don't remember it being black..."
In the files she saw, the skirt should have been pure white. If she remembered it wrongly, it would at most be written as gray or off-white. The difference between black and white is so big that it cannot be explained by a mistake.
Could it be that Prince Berentin was mistaken? This wasn't the cursed ceremonial robe? But a replica? A fake?
This speculation made her quickly put all those worries aside - if that was the case, there would be no need to worry about Hitzfeld spontaneously combusting, and they could focus only on the beauty of the work of art itself.
"Is the inside ready?"
She walked over to help Hitzfeld straighten her skirt and check if there was anything wrong.
"I don't know if it's done..."
Hitzfeld was a little reserved.
This is the first time she wears this kind of clothes.
And...Xia Yibing's outfit was equally stunning in her eyes.
The woman's skirt is dark blue.
Compared with her classicism, this skirt is full of modernist fashion and simplicity, and is almost integrated from the waist to the hem.
Hmm...it does look a bit like the robes of ancient Greece.
Xia is very tall, and this kind of skirt can undoubtedly bring out her tall figure to the fullest.
Although the skirt was conservative, whenever she bent over for the girl to examine, the latter could smell the faint fragrance coming from the gap in the skirt, and occasionally see some scenes through the gap.
Hitzfeld couldn't stand this kind of stimulation and her face soon turned red.
"I don't know if it's done... What kind of answer is that?" Xia Yibing didn't understand what she meant.
"It's just..." Hitzfeld began to hum, "I don't want to be bare-legged."
"and then."
"I didn't take off...your pantyhose."
A surge of hot blood rushed to the woman's forehead.
what did she say?
What does it mean to not take off...
Didn’t take off my…
This means that she is wearing the socks I gave her under such an elegant and dignified dress?
Are those black socks?
This……
Black dress with black stockings.
The first thing that came to my mind was "What kind of weird combination is this?"
The thoughts that followed were hard to describe.
Xia Yibing's face quickly turned red.
"It...is actually okay." She stammered, staring down at the hem of the girl's skirt.
"Your skirt is longer at the bottom."
“It’s not easily blown up by the wind, and the ankles are almost invisible.”
"So it should be fine..."
"should……"
"Well, can you do me one last favor?"
Hitzfeld mustered up his courage.
"What's the matter?"
"that is……"
"kindness?"
Meeting the woman's puzzled gaze, Hitzfeld lowered his almost red cheeks and sat down on the chair. He stretched out his hand and pulled up the heavy hem of his skirt with some effort, revealing two black silk calves.
Then she did something that could be said to have burned up all her courage in this life - she stretched one foot out of her slippers and raised it slightly towards the woman.
"Can you help me put on my shoes..."
……
"Thank God you guys finally came out!"
Butler Chaman almost cried when he saw a pair of figures coming out supporting each other.
He couldn't help but look at his watch again.
seven thirty.
Fortunately, it only takes twenty minutes to drive from here to the banquet venue, so they don't have to worry about being late.
"We better hurry..."
He looked up and wanted to urge him, but when his eyes really fell on the black figure, he was stunned involuntarily.
"This is truly... a beautiful figure like a tulip in the night."
"You'll sweep everyone off their feet, Miss Hitzfeld!"
It’s been a long road for Hitzfeld.
Not only did he have to endure Chamain's praise, but he also had to endure the shocked gazes of his companions.
She really regretted it.
If she had known that attending the banquet would be so troublesome, she would never have come.
At worst, I could apologize to Berentan and find another time to make a private appointment. It's better than making such a fool of myself.
"No more looking at it, understand?"
After getting in the car, the girl regained her usual calmness and began to give orders to everyone in a stern tone.
“It’s not a bad thing.”
Although Zafira turned her head back, she still had a smile on her face.
"He's right, you'll sweep everyone off their feet."
……
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the banquet venue.
It's not the White Shadow Palace, but it's not far from the palace. This should be a place built for banquets for princes and nobles. The entrance is surrounded by a large cluster of bushes. After passing through the iron gate, you have to drive in for seven or eight minutes until you get off in front of a mansion as tall as a castle.
"welcome."
Just as Xia Yibing pulled him down, Hitzfeld heard a voice coming from the side.
A black-haired young man in fancy clothes walked towards her with a smile on his face.
"Charmain told me everything. I didn't expect you to be able to control it and protect the legacy left by the Dukes."
"Guarding the Duke?"
Hitzfeld was slightly startled.
Xia Yibing poked her on the waist.
"His Royal Highness Prince."
She reacted immediately and followed others in greeting the visitor.
This demeanor and what he just said.
There was no doubt that the person who came was Berentin.
"I know you're confused, and I know why you agreed to come here to see me."
Berentin nodded to them, and instead of trying to hold the ladies' hands, he turned around and walked towards the backyard.
"I believe you don't like the atmosphere inside as much as I do, so come here."
"I'll tell you everything you want to know."
Chapter 65: The Legend of Guarding the Duke 2
There are three paths leading to the backyard.
Prince Berentin walked toward the middle road, stopped at the fork in the road, and looked back at the people behind him.
"Please follow me." Butler Chaman immediately came forward and pretended to lead Zafira, Pippen and others to the side.
Torres frowned, but Cybert had been holding his arm, and when he saw him pouting, he pinched his waist at the right time to suppress his desire to speak.
But she only had two hands. They could stop Torres from talking, but not Carlo. The newly promoted golden knight immediately glared at the old man and asked, "Where are you taking us?"
"Either the side garden or the banquet hall." Zafira was really speechless.
"Please consider the situation... Do you think His Highness will harm Aisuen?"
It was obvious that Berentin wanted to discuss some private matters with Hitzfeld, and he was only willing to discuss these matters with her because her identity was different after all.
There were nine people in this group. The captain, himself, Pippen, Grimm, and Lush were all agents of the Security Bureau. Torres, Saibot, and Carlo were all members of the Mechanical Yang Cult. Only Hitzfeld looked helpless—her public identity was still a private detective.
At most, she has the title of Pusilint Lecturer, but she is only an honorary member of the library.
Status determines whether certain matters can be discussed in person. Nobles are particularly particular about this, let alone a prince.
Even if Berentan didn't mention it, he estimated that Xia Yibing would take the initiative to bring it up later.
What else do they want to do?
Following along? Showing distrust of the royal bloodline?
This isn't a war zone! This is the capital of the kingdom, Wayne Harbor, and it's just a banquet venue...
Zafira dared to guarantee that if they really dared to do so, Berentin would definitely turn hostile and leave immediately - being stared at as a suspect by people who were only loyal to his father, if a prince did not even have this kind of freedom at a banquet he hosted, what would others think if the news got out?
"I've heard about you."
As expected, with his two sentences that seemed like complaints but were actually warming up the atmosphere, Berentin immediately smiled.
"Agent... Zafira, right? You're very good at hands-on work. I still remember the bloody incident in Xixinna... In order to break out, they cut off the communication of the entire city, and you reconnected the line in just two minutes."
"Punishing evil is my mission." The silver-haired man bowed slightly to him.
"Go and have fun. I heard from Charmain that you have been waiting since noon and haven't eaten anything. You must be feeling very uncomfortable."
"Wait a minute... Your Highness!"
