Although a nobleman would invite someone to go to the circus was something abnormal, after all, this kind of triviality was for commoners and ordinary civilians.
"Circus?" Emery spoke, sounding a little disdainful.
Emery's voice was soft and calm, for Count Bianco there was something sweet in that disdainful and cold voice, perhaps it was the anticipation of putting his hands on that delicate skin and hearing that cold voice break into cries and trembling moans.
Ah, Count Bianco had a perverse and active imagination that he could daydream about as he plotted his next move.
"I think it would be more interesting to show the Count Asorie Auction. That would be more of an eye-opener for a young man like Emery" Ash said, interrupting the conversation between Count Bianco and Emery, he just got a bad feeling that the seemingly mild young man might leap like a wildcat and kick the Count viciously.
