The Shadow of Great Britain
Chapter 190 - 190 132 The First Social Goal is S-Rank

190: Chapter 132 The First Social Goal is S-Rank?

(4K8)_2 190: Chapter 132 The First Social Goal is S-Rank?

(4K8)_2 At this point, the Red Devil couldn’t help shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders, “Perhaps human society is truly progressing.

In King Solomon’s time, who would have thought that chatting with a beautiful girl would require solving advanced mathematics problems?”

Arthur had just approached the girl in the white dress when he saw that she too had stood up, her hands behind her back, seemingly hiding something.

Seeing this, Arthur couldn’t help but ask, “Excuse me, is there anything you need help with?”

The girl’s eyes appeared somewhat frantic as she stammered, “No, nothing…

I’m fine, thank you, Mr.

Hasting.”

The girl’s odd behavior quickly caught the attention of her mother, who was standing not far away chatting with Mrs.

Copper.

The lady in the sky-blue pleated skirt hurriedly apologized to Mrs.

Copper with a smile, “I must excuse myself for a moment.

Ada seems to be having some trouble.

As you know, this child has never been easy to handle since she was born.”

Mrs.

Copper smiled back, “That’s all right, Mrs.

Milbanke, please go ahead.

As for the matter you just mentioned to me, I agree.

When Ada comes of age next year, I will introduce her to the entire London social circle at the debutante ball held at Buckingham Palace as her chaperone.”

Mrs.

Milbanke, initially surprised, soon overwhelmed with gratitude, exclaimed, “I truly didn’t expect you to agree so readily, especially since…”

Mrs.

Copper, raising her lace-gloved hand to interrupt, said, “Let bygones be bygones, and besides, those were troubles caused by our generation’s no-good fellows, having nothing to do with Ada.”

“Madam, you were once the most brilliant lady in all of London society, even Professor William Fred at Cambridge commented that your knowledge in literature, philosophy, and mathematics far exceeded that of the average Cambridge student.”

“If it weren’t for misplaced trust, your life would undoubtedly have been more splendid than mine.”

“Your daughter Ada also seems to fully inherit your bloodline of beauty and intelligence.

I feel truly honored to act as her chaperone for the debutante ball.”

Mrs.

Milbanke sighed, “I am immensely grateful for your generosity.

My entire life has been ruined by Ada’s worthless father.

Now, I only hope she finds a good match.

Her future husband can have any hobby, any status, but he must not be a poet.

I suppose you share my sentiment, for there are no good men among poets.”

Having said this, Mrs.

Milbanke took her leave from Mrs.

Copper and then walked towards Arthur and her daughter.

She soon sensed the awkward atmosphere, nodded at Arthur, and then asked her daughter, “Ada, what’s wrong?

What are you hiding behind your back?”

Ada’s face turned bright red; she mumbled and hesitated for a long time before reluctantly pulling out the object she was hiding on her mother’s stern orders.

It was a sheet of draft paper, densely filled with various formulas that made Arthur’s head ache at a glance.

Mrs.

Milbanke, seeing the draft paper, let out a sigh of relief before chiding, “Look at you, acting all mysterious.

I thought you were writing poetry.

There’s nothing shameful about liking mathematics.

When I was young, I was just as focused on mathematics as you are, but I never needed to spend over ten hours a day on it.

“Ada, you’re almost an adult.

You need to start focusing on other things, like socializing for instance.

It was lucky that today’s event is a Bluestocking Society gathering.

In a normal social setting, you would definitely be considered a freak.”

Hearing her mother’s criticism, Ada could only bow her head in apology, “I understand.”

Although Ada had apologized, Mrs.

Milbanke was still not satisfied.

She turned to Arthur and asked, “Mr.

Hasting, don’t you agree with what I’m saying?”

Arthur, feeling awkward, scratched the back of his head.

He wasn’t sure if he should comment on another family’s affairs.

He thought for a moment and compromised by responding, “To be honest, Madam, this is also my first time attending such an event, so I’m not very familiar with the behavior of young ladies and gentlemen at banquets.

When I first saw Miss Ada do this, I thought such behavior was quite normal here.”

Mrs.

Milbanke, surprised by his response, widened her eyes, “You mean to say you don’t often socialize in your daily life?”

Arthur earnestly replied, “Madam, you may not know this, but my primary job is as a police officer at Scotland Yard, and I’m also a scientific researcher.

Handling these daily duties already drains me, and if it weren’t for my recent transfer to the headquarters of the Greater London Police Department, I really wouldn’t have much time to attend social events.”

Mrs.

Milbanke, recalling Arthur’s background previously explained by Mrs.

Cordington, suddenly smiled, “Oh dear!

I apologize, Mr.

Hasting.

I remembered you were a scientific researcher but forgot that you’re also an inspector with the Greater London Police Department.

Knowing that a well-trained officer like you is watching over Ada today puts my mind at ease.”