Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 99: ’Tis a tea party innit?

Inside the Rivet family manor, Isadora Rivet was having a tea party with some of her acquaintances. Her black hair had been curled neatly; she liked to cut it short, but it was not appropriate for a lady. The Rivet family was not a part of any Noble factions, but they were a rich household, with her husband, Noel Rivet, running a merchant organization with a few of his friends.

Her attire was thin but layered, wearing a long gown with a tight black full sleeve, the dress did so little to expose a single piece of bare skin under her neck. The attire was a mix of deep crimson and shadowy black. The outer cloth split at the front, showing a black inner layer. She had a high brow and a lean nose, her eyes were green like a deep forest, and thin lips were smeared with dark red lipstick, a pink eyeshadow beneath her eyes.

She sipped on a Tiva tea, which came from a small country in the southeastern continent called Patriadei. The country was a popular choice for tourists due to its stunning scenery, which included green mountains and loads of hidden spots, not to mention the beach.

"Miss Rivet, where did your husband head to this time? He was in Limdon a few days ago. Must be hard to look after a busy man." A lady in yellow gothic attire laughed lightly while covering her mouth with one hand and holding a spoon in another.

Rivet put down her tea and smiled, "Well I do find myself lonely, but I cannot let my selfishness be in the way of his work. We were planning on a vacation, but he said the trip to Wistmere was urgent and could not be overlooked, that being said, where did you all plan for vacation?"

Rivet was not the talkative kind, but when it came to her husband, she had no such restrictions, but she still kept true to her polite self.

"We are headed to Berius Archipelago," Another lady in a green attire said, " I’ve never gone there, nor are there any relevant articles explaining the place, but my husband said it would be a nice breather from the city life for us and the kids."

"Our vacation has been postponed to next month, my husband had to head to the capital for work." A lady in an elaborate purple dress said, she had a small child in her lap, and the baby was eating cookies. When the child noticed that Rivet was looking at her, she smiled and revealed a row of clear white baby teeth.

Rivet returned her gaze to the baby’s mother, "I sure hope your husband gets less busy, where are you headed next month?"

"My parent’s old villa, it’s near a small town called Nodespring, you might have heard it." She put the indigo ornate cup to her lips and took a sip. "We have to pass through Wistmere, so we would stay there for a couple of days."

"Speaking about Wistmere, the young lady of the Drakonis house has turned ten," Another woman, who looked like she was in her thirties, spoke. "There will be an uproar in the Eldris Royal School, there is someone from the family of the most powerful ether users after all. My second child will be in the same batch as the young lady, I think her name was Amber."

"Have you heard about the youngest child, he is called Judge I believe." The lady in the yellow gown spoke without much emotion, "I heard this through the maids, but that kid is always cooped up in his room and studying, such a genius, he is only four!"

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The conversation of the ladies carried on, they exchanged many interesting topics, from the newly emerging fashion trends of women wearing coats, to the old gadgets that still have not found replacements.

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Noel was checking his watch, the picture of his wife seemed to give him more strength. He was waiting for food inside a restaurant. Today was his day off, he had to be sure that nobody had noticed the presence of a shadow inside the Drakonis house.

This time, he would not be going inside or around the palace. Instead, he would check up on places where the workers and guards from the house would often come.

As he was waiting, the wooden door was opened with a thud, and six knights in black armor with silver patterns walked in. There was a golden and red checkered crest on their shoulders, it was of an upper body of a dragon with its wings spread and it was looking left.

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The whole place went silent, the knights were popular patrons of the shop, but people were still afraid of anyone who wore a Drakonis crest, such was the influence that the family had.

If anyone wanted to be a knight at the House, they had to go through a strict selection process and a minimum of two months of special training afterward, there were countless youths dreaming of being a knight at the House since the pay was handsome, the starting salary was fifty stens per month.

In comparison, the average salary of a middle-class family would be 35 stens per month.

The knights were out of their shift after a long night, and they were here for booze, morning booze was nothing new since there were many jobs that required night shifts, and those people would go for alcohol in the morning to "Clear their head".

Noel’s food was soon served, he had ordered food that would require a good time to make, it was expensive, but it was essential to be a nonsuspicious person.

He ate slowly and waited for the knights to be completely drunk, the indicator was that they started talking.

"Dude, yesterday was so tiring, I mean why would they not let us even sleep?" A young knight said to an older, more experienced knight.

"It’s because you are new to this, your training still has a month to go right?" A brawny knight said, anyone could tell that he had been through quite some adventures.

"Yeah, but why did trainees have night shifts? Is that not supposed to be your job? I mean I still have to go for training right?"

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"Your next set of training is for you to endure this, good luck lad, I’ve been there too. Waiter! Four more glasses." He shouted.

Noel smiled, he left for the toilet after finishing his meal and went secretly to the kitchen by phasing through the walls.

But he could not leave the place without paying, tourists are supposed to inject their own ether into a recording device, which would allow the police to locate and capture them easily if anything amiss arises, and every service needed tourists to show identifications through ether.