Agath

(six)

"He's really rude. He didn't wear black clothes to his brother's funeral."

"He must have just come back from Asia today."

"Did he excavate monuments at the Fortress?"

"No, it is said that he is nuggets in Indonesia."

Ymir walked through the banquet hall, and unexpectedly heard people whispering again.Everyone's attention seemed to be shifted to the new outsider Yeorman at once, and they completely forgot about the original male master of the house—Novis, who had just died and his bones were not yet cold.

"Thank you for your eulogy to Noveth today." Mrs. Gund helped the elderly pastor to send him out.

"This is the respect you all deserve."

With a glass of red wine in his hand, Joelman followed Mrs. Gund not too far away.He casually brushed a strand of long hair that was hanging down behind his ear, and then sipped his wine very elegantly with his lips pressed together.

Somehow, a scene of a leopard tiptoeing behind its prey appeared in Ymir's mind.The animal lived among the people for so long that people almost forgot that it was not their own kind but just a leopard.It lurks, waiting for its prey to let its guard down, then lunges forward and bites her neck, killing it with a single blow.

Probably feeling that someone was staring at him, Yeorman raised his head and looked towards where Ymir was.

Ymir shrank his neck in shock, just taking advantage of his height to avoid Yorman's sight.He quickly blended into the crowd and dodged to hide in the utility room next to him.

As far as Yeorman looked, he only had time to catch a corner of Ymir's clothes.

"Oh, little thing."

He lowered his head, seeing himself reflected on the surface of the wine in the glass showing an inexplicable smile.

"Ymir? Where are you?"

Through the crack of the door, Ymir saw Mrs. Margaret with her back to the utility room, calling his name.Just as he was about to go out, he saw Yeorman walking towards him.The thin old lady seemed to froze all of a sudden, she turned her back to Ymir and said something to Yorman.Ymir couldn't see her expression, but his intuition told him that she was afraid of Yeorman, even trembling with fear.On the other hand, Yeoerman still maintained his half-smile demeanor, didn't say anything, just raised his arms, and made a gesture of hugging in a vain manner.

"I found you." Ymir heard him say this.His eyes passed through the crowd, looking straight at Ymir, showing an expression as determined as a ferocious beast searching for its prey.

Ymir fled in despair.

He went through the back door of the utility room and turned into the hallway.With a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw Yeorman bypassing Mrs. Margaret who was standing blankly as if petrified, and walking towards him with unhurried and graceful steps.He pretended to walk into the banquet hall casually and mixed into the crowded crowd again.

Yeoerman paused for a few seconds, looking for Ymir's shadow.He is tall and tall, so he has a great height advantage in the crowd, so he quickly found his "little prey".He cleverly avoided the people who kept approaching and tried to strike up a conversation, and then followed Ymir closely.

"So you're here." Mrs. Gund grabbed Yeoman's hand and pulled him into the crowd.

"This is Yeorman, Noveth's younger brother." She introduced to the guests.

"Hello."

"Happy to meet."

"This is Mr. and Mrs. Bruce, our good friends."

"good evening."

Yeoerman withdrew his hand without a trace.He watched Ymir go out and closed the door leading to the yard in front of him, and the other party seemed to be relieved.

Yeoerman felt funny in his heart, but his face was still calm and polite.