69: Empty hands, potion takes effect

At the same time, on the other side, Ron, wearing an alchemical mask, also arrived at the bar.

This time, to be safe, he didn't use Harrington's face, but instead changed to Roline.

Because Roline's appearance was somewhat androgynous, coupled with makeup that gave her a bronze complexion, she became even more indistinguishable as male or female, preventing anyone from recognizing her.

“A glass of freshly squeezed juice, please,” Ron said in a low voice.

The bartender immediately started making it.

Half a minute later, Ron took the juice and went to a corner of the bar.

Although this spot was secluded, it offered a direct view of the bar counter.

Ron’s cultivation of the Thief Breathing Technique and the Wild Wolf Breathing Technique both enhanced his observational abilities.

So, as Ron slowly drank his juice and waited until nine o’clock, the bar door was pushed open, and new customers entered.

This customer wore a long black dress and a top hat.

A layer of black veil hung from the brim, obscuring her face.

“Waiter, a glass of Passion Sweet Wine,” the person said, and Ron’s ears twitched in the corner, his eyes flashing.

The person’s voice, as well as her build and height, perfectly matched Mirar’s.

However, Ron did not rush, but continued to observe for a while.

Only when the person, holding a glass of wine, sat down at an empty seat not far from him, did he fully confirm that this person was Mirar.

So, Ron patiently waited, activating the Thief Breathing Technique to hide in the shadows, reducing his presence to the lowest possible level.

He waited until another young customer arrived outside the door. This person was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome appearance and dressed in luxurious clothes.

He looked vibrant and full of youthful energy, which was very eye-catching.

Young, handsome, innocent, sunny.

This was the type of man Mirar liked most, deep down.

Ron’s eyes flickered as he noticed that when this young man entered, Mirar, who had been drinking rather nonchalantly, suddenly paused.

Her relaxed posture slowly straightened, and her gaze fixed on the newcomer.

At this moment, Mirar had just finished her sweet wine.

So, she called the waiter and ordered another glass of sweet wine.

She sat there, observing the young man up and down, as if he were prey.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

Seeing that the time was ripe, Ron no longer hesitated, quickly finished the remaining juice, then stood up and walked towards the bar counter.

At this moment, the waiter, holding a tray, happened to be delivering sweet wine to Mirar.

They brushed past each other, and the waiter accidentally bumped into Ron.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” the waiter quickly apologized, while Ron magnanimously waved his hand, indicating he didn’t mind.

So, after the small interlude, the waiter went to Mirar’s table and delivered the sweet wine.

Mirar took it, slowly sipping it while observing her prey.

Meanwhile, after Ron ordered another glass of juice, he turned his head and happened to see Mirar drinking the sweet wine.

His lips curved into a smile, and he quietly moved to another corner of the bar.

He had deliberately gone forward and had a physical collision with the waiter.

Then, inadvertently, using the thieving techniques from the Thief Breathing Technique, he had added an aphrodisiac to the sweet wine.

Now, Ron sat in the corner of the bar, quietly waiting for the show to begin.

After a while, Mirar finished her sweet wine.

At this point, although her mind was still relatively normal, she felt as if the surrounding environment had grown warmer.

At the same time, in her eyes, the spirited, young, and handsome man not far away became even more appealing to her, and her gaze became hazy, her heart stirring with desire.

So, after Mirar drank her third glass of sweet wine, she stood up, holding the empty glass, and swayed towards the young man who was silently drinking.

Then, as if she had accidentally twisted her ankle, she stumbled and sat on the young man’s lap.

The young man was startled, and before he could react, Mirar stood up, saying with an apologetic expression, “Excuse me, young man, are you alright?”

The young man shook his head and replied, “I’m fine, madam.”

“I’m so sorry, I must have accidentally twisted my ankle…” Mirar said, her face flushed, as if embarrassed.

“By the way, is anyone else here? If this isn’t your friend’s seat, then I’d like to sit here and rest for a while.”

The young man, upon hearing this, naturally said, “It’s alright, madam, I came alone, please sit as you wish.”

Mirar smiled and nodded, then, to express her apology, treated the young man to a cocktail.

So, the two began to chat, and Mirar learned the young man’s name and identity.

His name was Daniel, the second son of Danfoss, a wealthy merchant in Hibo Town, and he usually studied in Kura City.

Although only eighteen, he was exceptionally talented, already at the peak of an Intermediate Knight Attendant, and on the verge of a breakthrough.

He had returned to Hibo Town to drink and relax because school was on holiday for the past two days.

“Oh, so that’s how it is…” Upon learning Daniel’s identity, Mirar couldn’t help but hesitate.

If it were an ordinary person without power or influence, a fleeting romance followed by never seeing each other again would be no big deal.

But this Daniel was the second son of Danfoss and was also studying in Kura City… In that case, if she were to make a move on him, it would likely cause a lot of trouble.

So, Mirar planned to make a few perfunctory remarks and look for a new target.

However, for some reason, just as Mirar was about to find an excuse to leave, the lust in her heart gradually eroded her reason.

After she spoke, she involuntarily changed direction, continuing with flirtatious conversation.

And although this Daniel appeared innocent, he was, after all, a rich man’s son and had seen a thing or two.

Seeing Mirar’s change in tone, he naturally understood her meaning.

So, Daniel frowned slightly.

Seeing the crow’s feet at Mirar’s eyes, he wanted to speak to dismiss her.

However, when he saw Mirar casually run her fingers through her hair, revealing her carefully made-up face, which appeared alluring and beautiful, and her figure, though past her prime, still curvaceous and full of charm, the words of refusal that were about to come out inexplicably got swallowed back.

Ten minutes later, Ron, in the corner of the bar, watched Mirar and Daniel stand up and leave the bar.

Ron also followed closely, stepping out to see the two call a carriage and head towards Mirar’s home.

So, Ron also walked forward casually, his pace unhurried, following closely behind the carriage.

The night deepened, with a sparse moon and stars.

By this time, Mirar and Daniel had returned home.

Before they could even close the door, they eagerly embraced each other.