Chapter 210 Encounter

The third floor of the Ithurt Card Maker Association featured a spacious atrium surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and a large area of natural light made the whole floor feel bright as day.

A deep sea-blue carpet ran straight through the inner side of the atrium, with windows displaying a variety of merchandise on both sides, as well as service counters and meeting areas.

Lanchi and Hyperion had just walked out of the stairwell.

Their attention was immediately drawn to the front.

This floor, which seemed sparsely populated, had only one very conspicuous spot—

In the meeting area, furnished with comfortable and spacious sofas, sat a young man with light blond hair. He was dressed plainly, but surrounded by several senior executives of the Card Maker Association, like stars orbiting the moon.

The young man's restrained yet composed manner of speaking made him even more noticeable.

Seated next to the young man was a girl wearing a silver-grade Card Maker ornament, her dark, long hair shimmering with a violet-like luster in the sunlight.

Although she hadn't dressed ostentatiously to be by the young man's side, the noble air that naturally exuded from her could not be concealed. She must be a noble lady who had taken great care in her appearance.

It was rare to see someone treated as such a distinguished guest by the Card Maker Association.

Their status must be especially honorable.

Before Lanchi could offer his thoughts, Hyperion seemed to have recognized the young man's identity immediately.

Her expression instantly turned unpleasant, and she grabbed Lanchi's sleeve, quickly preparing to turn around and leave.

However.

Because Lanchi and Hyperion themselves were also quite conspicuous, they happened to catch the keen eye of the light blond-haired youth.

"Hyperion? And, classmate Lanchi?"

The seemingly low-key yet extraordinary young man looked at Hyperion and Lanchi at the stairwell with a slightly surprised expression.

Then he smiled, quickly stood up, and strode towards them.

"Sigh... nowhere to run..."

Hyperion muttered softly, secretly sighing.

"He's a good person, but also a troublemaker..."

When Hyperion looked directly at the approaching light blond-haired youth again, a strained smile was on her face:

"Your Highness Einol, good morning."

"Your Highness, good morning."

Lanchi, noticing Hyperion's subtle attitude, also greeted the young man along with Hyperion.

Hearing Hyperion's words, Lanchi instantly realized that this young man was Princess Vivian's brother.

Also the somewhat troublesome older brother that Vivian had mentioned.

However, this was the first time Lanchi had seen Hyperion so reluctant to meet someone.

"I didn't expect to run into you at the Card Maker Association."

Einol looked at the two in front of him with a cheerful smile, seeming to have completely forgotten about the dark purple-haired girl waiting for him in the distance.

Lanchi didn't say anything, but he was a little puzzled.

This prince didn't seem like the kind of person who lacked tact, so what was the problem?

"I'm accompanying a friend to the Card Maker Association to take a look."

Hyperion mumbled, seemingly not daring to meet the prince's eyes.

"Is that so? Let me show you around, I'm as familiar with this place as the senior executives!"

Einol said sincerely and enthusiastically.

He was clearly also someone who would show genuine kindness to Hyperion.

This made Lanchi even more confused as to why Hyperion looked so awkward.

However.

Lanchi gradually felt an intense gaze that could not be ignored.

It seemed to be staring straight at them.

He quickly looked in the direction of the gaze and soon noticed that, at the same time, the girl who had been neglected by Einol on the sofa seemed to be staring at Hyperion, and a sense of defending to the death seemed to be floating over through the air.

Even though, in Lanchi's opinion, Einol's attitude towards Hyperion was probably like that of an older brother towards a younger sister, in the eyes of the dark purple-haired girl, it was like facing a formidable enemy, both jealous and vigilant.

After quietly observing for a while, Lanchi finally understood a little.

Hyperion didn't seem to be afraid of this cheerful prince, but rather didn't want the heavily guarded dark purple-haired girl to misunderstand.

The two of them seemed to know each other, and their relationship was not shallow.

Hyperion looked at Lanchi with a tearful expression.

She believed that Lanchi should have understood.

Clearly, Prince Einol was only very close to her father, Duke Micaiah, which led him to treat her like a younger sister. Every time he saw Hyperion, he was as kind as he was to his own younger sister, Vivian.

But in the eyes of the purple-haired girl who valued Einol, but was never treated so kindly by Einol, Hyperion seemed to pose a great threat.

Faced with Prince Einol's request to entertain the two of them.

At the same time, the super straightforward prince casually abandoned the purple-haired noble girl.

Hyperion didn't dare accept the offer at all!

Lanchi saw Hyperion's pitiful expression and understood.

He decided to help his good friend Hyperion.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness Einol."

Lanchi looked at Einol seriously, neither agreeing to nor rejecting Einol's kindness, but thanking him first.

As long as he attracted the prince's attention to himself, the purple-haired noble girl would no longer misunderstand Hyperion, and Hyperion would naturally be spared this pressure.

Sure enough.

As soon as Lanchi spoke, a bright look immediately flashed in Einol's eyes.

"Classmate Lanchi, I've always had many questions about art that I wanted to ask you, but I heard that you've been busy recently, so I didn't want to disturb you."

Although this was the first time Einol had spoken to Lanchi, the sincere feeling was like a meeting of kindred spirits, as if he had thousands of words to chat with Lanchi about.

"I've long admired Your Highness Einol. I've also heard Princess Vivian mention you."

Lanchi smiled somewhat helplessly and said.

He naturally wouldn't reject such an approachable prince who was willing to befriend him.

Compared to his sister Vivian, he couldn't even feel a hint of arrogance.

"Oh? What did Vivian say about me?"

Einol was immediately intrigued by Lanchi's words.

"She thinks you're very kind and a reliable and respected older brother."

Lanchi replied with his usual high-EQ words.

Although Vivian's original words were not like this, Lanchi felt that the meaning was about the same.

What's more, in order to help Hyperion, he had to attract the prince's attention.

"Is that so?"

Einol immediately beamed with joy upon hearing this.

Because the behind-the-scenes evaluation heard from a third person was usually the truth.

"It seems so, after all, she's always praising you."

While Lanchi said words that made Einol even happier, he noticed that Hyperion finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was indeed because of the purple-haired girl.

Their relationship must not be bad. On the contrary, Hyperion must have been taken care of by the purple-haired girl, so she cared about her so much.

"What else did Vivian say?"

Einol directly put his arm around Lanchi's shoulders and inquired.

Next, he chatted with Lanchi as if they had known each other for a long time. It seemed that he had admired Lanchi for a long time, and now they were chatting very congenially, and once the floodgates were opened, they couldn't stop.

However.

For some reason.

After chatting for a few more sentences.

Lanchi felt that the sour gaze not only hadn't weakened, but had become even stronger!

At this time, Lanchi suddenly realized that when he had attracted Einol's attention, the purple-haired girl had indeed stopped staring at Hyperion.

But what he never expected was.

Prince Einol and he had immediately become sworn brothers. This increase in favorability in less than a minute seemed to have surpassed the purple-haired girl's efforts over the years.

It seemed that her jealousy had been directed at him!

"..."

Lanchi pondered for a while, and it seemed that he had some ideas in his heart, and a faint arc could not help but appear at the corner of his mouth.

Hyperion, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was immediately alarmed again!

She looked at the direction of the purple-haired girl with a pleading expression.

Don't look at Lanchi, really don't look at him...

This good young man has always paid attention to the beauty of adults and can't bear to see others in trouble.

If you stare at him again, he will do good deeds again!

There will be three updates today, and there will be a big chapter later.

(End of this chapter)