46. Savoi

Adrian

"Mr Zulvian, I thought you didn't come." Uncle William's face immediately brightened. It seems they are close friends.

"How could I not come to your birthday party?" Zul laughed crisply, a typical laugh that I used to hear often. He was amazed looking at me. "Look at him, who would have thought he would come here."

"I know," replied Mrs. "I didn't expect a villager with disgusting tattoos like him to come in here."

"No tattoos are disgusting madam, tattoos are body art." Zul unbuttoned some of the top shirt buttons. "See? I have tattoos. Do any of you here have any tattoos? Don't be shy, would-be senator ask here."

Many young men raised their hands, even some of the graceful girls at the opposite table.

"Look," said Zul. "Are all these people trash madam? Adrian Bened, after all, is a hero."

It seemed that Fany was curious to ask, "How do you know my boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Zul chuckled lo