of Ed'heer.- He bowed according to etiquette.
-Count Borr Veson, researcher, historian, advisor and senior curator of the Azgard Library of Three Spires.- The man placed both hands on his chest this time.
-I will leave you alone.- The priestess turned towards the door.- Excuse me, gentlemen.- She said before closing the door on the other side.
-Please take a seat, Colonel.- The Earl pointed to a table and chairs. Darius merely nodded his thanks and moved in the indicated direction. -I must admit, I did not expect someone of your reputation to be interested in work focusing on rare diseases.- The smell of fresh coffee filled the air as Aesir poured the brew into cups at a smaller table.
-I'm curious about what reputation you, count, are referring to.- Bleist didn't care what opinions circulated about him, because he didn't expect any. He did his job conscientiously and mainly quietly, so there wasn't much to say about him, especially in salons outside Atlantis.
-Please don't be so modest.- Aesir placed the cup in front of the mage and sat down on the chair next to him.- You are really famous. Bards sing ballads about your romances.- Darius was sure that if he had been drinking, he would have choked.- Especially those connecting you with Her Royal Highness Gizel laVerture. Not to mention that you yourself provided the theme for further songs with your... let's call it a performance at a recent party.- Aesir chuckled lightly.- Considering that this story has even reached a bookworm like me, believe me, it is currently the main topic of gossip.
Bleist felt himself blushing. He was curious about what people thought of him and expected to hear something related to his service in intelligence, his wealth, or his father, but not this. He was aware that his romance with Gizel had not escaped the attention of the upper classes, but ballads? And in Azgard? He pressed his lips together, thinking that the charming elf surely knew all about it and, knowing life, had paid for some of those songs to be written herself.
