Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Upon hearing these words, Diana calmly surveyed the people around her without showing any emotion.

As Roland had said, the attendees of today's ball were undoubtedly wealthy and powerful, judging by their attire and strength.

There were even several humanoid dragons present, with power levels estimated to be at least Level 7, at which Diana couldn't discern their true capabilities.

Such strong individuals were not commonly seen at the guild-hosted balls in the past.

"I heard there will be a small auction during tonight's ball, featuring some valuable items that have attracted many strong individuals," Roland smiled faintly, looking at Diana. "I suppose you're also here for one of those items?"

Diana nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, I heard there is a thousand-year-old ginseng available. This rare medicinal herb from the East has piqued my interest."

Before Roland could respond, a young elven girl dressed in a purple evening gown approached him directly and stood before him, wearing a gentle smile on her face. She softly spoke, "Hello, Mr. Roland. Would you like to dance with me?"

"It would be an honor to accept Miss Jenny's invitation," Roland gallantly extended his hand.

Jenny took Roland's hand and looked at Diana with a smile, saying, "Miss Diana, do you not have a dance partner accompanying you?"

"I don't enjoy dancing, nor do I need a partner," Diana smiled faintly, unsure of the animosity the Kroll family's young miss was showing. Could it be because of Roland?

After a song had finished, Roland casually said, "Miss Jenny, you may enter the dance floor."

"Goodbye, Miss Diana," Jenny said to Diana and then walked into the dance floor, dancing with Roland to the music, attracting the attention of many.

Diana watched Roland embracing Jenny as they danced elegantly on the dance floor, drawing the gaze of onlookers. She couldn't help but find it amusing.

On the other hand, as the Abyss's foremost social butterfly, Diana had no interest in social dances and lacked any talent for them.

"Miss Diana, would I have the pleasure of dancing a song with you?" a somewhat soft and eerie voice sounded from beside her.

Diana glanced at the person, a slender young man with sparse golden short hair. His oversized and luxurious tailcoat couldn't hide his emaciated figure. He wore numerous gemstone rings on his bony fingers, his eye sockets were sunken, and his somewhat murky eyes were bloodshot. Yet, his overall demeanor seemed unusually excited.

Grover, the only son of Marcus Barlf, the fifth elder of the Calva Elder Council, was renowned as a notorious playboy and well-known addict.

Three years ago, Diana had seen him, and he still had a relatively decent appearance at that time. But in just three short years, he had been transformed into his current state, neither quite human nor ghost, by magical drugs.

As the beloved son of Marcus in his old age, this unique son brought great joy to the elderly elder. However, witnessing Grover being drained of vitality by the magical drugs, the highly esteemed and influential elder was now consumed with worry.

Attempts to confine him and forcibly rehabilitate him almost led to tragedy. His desperate pursuit of the drug often resulted in deception, and Marcus even went so far as to invite an elven priestess to exorcise him. Yet, none of it had any effect, turning into a laughingstock within the circles.

"No, I won't dance," Diana coldly refused.

She couldn't see any value in this second-generation heir who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, had no ambitions, and was addicted to magical drugs. In comparison, Charlotte, who had lost her magic source, was a hundred times stronger than him and much more handsome.

Grover swallowed a bitter pill but didn't dare to react. He smiled awkwardly and turned to approach the next beautiful lady.

Watching Grover's figure fade away, Diana remembered what Charlotte had told her yesterday about his partner promoting an antidote for magical drugs in Calva today. It was already late at night, and she hadn't heard any news yet. Could they be promoting it at some small shop?

On the other side, Sir Roland maintained a certain distance from Jenny and executed each dance step with precision and restraint.

"Aren't you curious why I wanted to dance with you?" Jenny looked at him.

"Miss Jenny, it's my honor to be appreciated by you, considering we have only met once," Roland replied with a gentle smile.

Jenny couldn't help but laugh. "They say the young master of the Duru family is a medical enthusiast with a wooden brain. Instead of managing a business, he runs a clinic as the director. But from what I see, they all got it wrong. Not only are you, not a wooden brain, but you also know how to please women."

Roland simply smiled and didn't respond to her teasing.

Jenny was the third daughter of the Kroll family, and Harold, the president of the Calva Chamber of Commerce, was her uncle. It was advantageous for the Duru family to have a good relationship with her.

Of course, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage by befriending a beauty.

"By the way, do all of you medical practitioners know how to charm women like this? Especially those called geniuses?" Jenny stared into Roland's eyes and asked earnestly.

"Why does Miss Jenny have such a thought? Were you deceived by a certain physician?" Roland chuckled and asked.

"I have a friend who just can't let go of a physician." Jenny leaned forward slowly, resting on Roland's ear, and whispered, "So I'm curious, what's so good about physicians? Is it that difficult to let go once you've fallen for them? How about you accompany me and find out?"

Roland's hands and feet instantly froze, and he stood there like a statue.

Jenny's next step happened to land on the arch of his foot. Her high heels lost balance for a moment, causing her to fall into his arms.

Fortunately, Roland snapped back to his senses and reached out to support her, but his expression still showed a hint of surprise.

Jenny steadied herself with Roland's help and looked at him, unable to hold back her laughter.

"While you are Abyss City's most famous social butterfly, how is it that you can't move an inch when a girl confesses to you? Could it be... you've had intentions toward me for a long time?" Jenny teased, continuing to dance with him, leading him along.

She added, "Hmm... you're not as suave as they say."

"Well... I just found it a bit sudden, and your joke caught me off guard," Roland was still a bit dazed, completely unaware that he had made mistakes in his dance steps while being led by Jenny.

Jenny looked at Roland, her eyes narrowing into slits as she smiled. She had never encountered such an innocent and adorable man before, completely different from the spoiled playboys in Calva City.

Therefore, she decided to play with him a bit more.

"I'm serious. Let's start dating today. Tonight, come to my house and stay with me," Jenny leaned in again, almost biting his ear as she spoke.

Roland released his embrace around Jenny as if he had been electrocuted, even taking a step back in shock, staring at her.

The music happened to stop at that moment, and the people on the dance floor dispersed.

"The second part was a joke," Jenny said with a smile, then she placed a purple sachet in his hand.

"Tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you under the giant lantern in the eastern part of the city. If you don't come, I'll come to the Abyss to find you."

After saying that, she turned and walked away.

"This..." Roland looked at the sachet in his hand, with his eyebrows furrowing.

Are the girls in this city always so direct?

What about the first part of her statement?