Droste stood in the fitting room, gently adjusting the details of the clothes, and every movement seemed so calm and unhurried.

"Lord Droste is indeed extraordinary. This 99999 gold coin tuxedo really suits you."

What? 99999? Droste almost wanted to return the dress, but then he calmed down.

In fact, I have so many gold coins, so I don’t have to be so stingy.

Droste nodded calmly, gave a polite smile, and then said, "Mr. Butler, where should I go now?"

"Please follow me."

The two walked out of the equipment room together.

Then Droste realized how lethal this tuxedo was when worn on him.

Drost followed the butler's steps while showing his elegant demeanor. Every boy and girl, student or teacher who passed by praised the clothes he was wearing and was quite surprised at his appearance.

"Look, my God! Who is that guy with dark green hair? Why does he look so handsome?"

"I don't know. That appearance, oh, no, I have to go to the bathroom."

"No way, Jimei, why are you going to the bathroom? Aren't you going to catch up with this handsome guy and ask for his contact information?"

"That, you are right!"

"Oh my god, where did this guy come from? Why is he so handsome? He has stolen all the limelight from me."

"I've never seen this dark green hair before. Is this a student from another school?"

The voices of men and women discussing kept echoing in Droste's ears. But he didn't care at all, and the butler's calm and majestic appearance also kept those who wanted to come up and chat with him away.

Patrick and Phoenix were walking in the venue. Patrick rubbed his hands, looked at the pile of delicious food beside the dance, and said, "Classmate Phoenix, I really don't know where Droste is. Do you want to go over here and find something to eat first? I look really greedy."

"No, since I haven't found Droste, I'm going to the cheerleading team. If you see him, remember to tell him and ask him to wait for me in the evening. I'll go home with him."

Phoenix said politely, then waved to Patrick. "Then enjoy this delicious meal to your heart's content. The Cat God wishes you good luck."

"Okay, I'll eat eat eat!"

When Patrick heard the command, he didn't look back and went towards the plates of delicious food.

In front of him was a plate of large chicken legs, which were the meat of the Fire Feather Phoenix Chicken, a magical bird with flaming feathers. Its meat was delicious and chewy.

The fire-feathered chicken is wrapped in flames during cooking, making the meat more tender and juicy. The roasted fire-feathered chicken has a crispy skin, tender meat, and a unique flavor that is unforgettable.

There are also spiritual plant beast steaks, shadow beast meat skewers, and abyss magic fish.

Although it looks and sounds very high-end, in fact, these are some relatively simple foods, not as delicious as imagined. For Patrick, who is used to eating delicacies from land and sea, these things can arouse his appetite and give him a sense of freshness.

Just as Patrick was eating heartily, he suddenly heard the discussions of people around him.

"Oh my god, who is that boy? Why does he look so handsome? Even I, a man, think he is so handsome. Oh my god, I want to sit for him every day until I get grainy skin."

"? What, not buddy?"

Patrick was stunned by their words, and turned around quickly to see a unique boy in the meeting room. The boy looked thin, but the tuxedo he wore made him look well-proportioned and tall, and the most outrageous thing was that he had the same hair color as his good friend Drost.

His overall temperament is indeed very high-end and handsome, but his hair...whose hair is this good guy with dark green hair?

Patrick was amazed for a moment, and then continued to deal with the food in front of him. I fucking eat, eat, eat! I fucking eat, eat, eat!
Of course, Droste had no idea that his best friend had complained so much about him. He followed the butler into a room.

"Please go in. I think the young lady is waiting for you inside."

"Ah."

Drost nodded.

……

"You go out first. Remember to play your role as the guild leader well and don't make any mistakes."

Bernadette said this to a girl who looked very similar to her, who bowed slightly in front of her and looked at her with great respect.

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Well, go ahead." Bernadette waved at her.

"and many more."

Droste shouted, and both of them looked at him. Droste just waved the two small medicine bottles in his hand and handed them to Bernadette and fake Bernadette respectively.

I have to say, with these two people standing in front of Droste, Droste was even in a trance for a while. Which one is the real Bernadette?
Not to mention the student union members outside who didn't dare to look directly at Bernadette, he estimated that no one would notice this abnormality, but to be on the safe side, he still took out the two bottles of camouflage potion from his system space.

"This is a potion that helps with camouflage. Both of you drink it."

"This..." The fake Bernadette turned around hesitantly and looked at Bernadette, but found that Bernadette had already drunk the bottle of potion.

"Drink it, and then get out."

"Yes……"

Since Mistress Bernadette didn't care at all, the fake Bernadette tilted her head back and gulped down the potion.

Her large posture made Droste's eyes involuntarily turn away, but Bernadette pulled him back: "Don't look at him, young master. I will be more beautiful later."

"Ahem...Okay, let me take a look."

When the fake Bernadette turned around and walked out, Bernadette was also standing in the middle of the small room, and Droste was sitting on the side watching her.

"Young Master, whatever you have, please bring it out as soon as possible. I...will not give in this time."

"Stop talking nonsense and change your clothes."

"Well...I..."

"Snapped."

Droste slapped her, allowing Bernadette to start changing her clothes with peace of mind.

……

Under the soft light, Bernadette's body curves were like delicate porcelain, looking particularly moving in the interweaving of light and shadow. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked down at the ground in front of Droste, but she refused to turn around.

The neck is long and slender, with smooth lines. (End of this chapter)