Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

White’s well-maintained face, which typically made it difficult to discern his age and was always composed, now rarely showed a trace of flustered bewilderment.

And all of this stemmed from a girl in an ancient European-style noble gown.

Given White’s current identity as the Clan Leader of one of the Eight Great Clans with a long history,

even when facing someone like Zhang Beixing, a Martial Artist with a strong reputation and great strength, though White had to display some flattery, he could generally gauge the situation in his heart.

No matter what, things would not excessively spiral out of his control.

But this girl before him was different. Strictly speaking, she was a delicately crafted girl, not even reaching his chest in height, yet inexplicably with just one glance, she instilled fear in him.

A kind of instinctual fear, but what troubled White most was that this girl was brought back by Zhang Beixing.

The brief time was entirely insufficient for White to figure out this girl’s identity, and the worst part was her arrogant attitude, as if with a single sentence she intended to trample all the past glory of the Alba Clan underfoot.

This made White, the Family Head, feel extremely uncomfortable, yet out of respect for Zhang Beixing, White had to suppress his anger.

"I am the Family Head, Alba White."

While speaking, White rarely added a prefix before his name, enunciating heavily, seemingly wanting the insolent girl before him to understand the weighty honor of the Alba name, which should not be casually dismissed on this land.

Upon hearing White’s words, the girl keenly grasped the essence of what was said, but the outcome was not as White had anticipated; hearing the Alba name failed to bring a serious or fearful expression to her face.

However, truth be told, upon hearing the Alba name, her expression was no longer disdainfully dismissive, to White’s relief, but rather with a certain intensity, as she assessed White up and down.

Although not the ideal outcome White hoped for, since the girl was someone brought back by Zhang Beixing, White could barely accept this.

White even intentionally puffed up his already broad chest, and as he did, the family emblem on his chest glimmered under the light, making him feel more matched as the Family Head.

The girl gazed at the emblem on White’s chest, sparkling blue with a mix of gold; deep in her sapphire eyes, there was an incongruous depth.

It harbored nostalgia, along with some indefinable emotions.

"Alba?"

"Seems like that little Mino’s legacy, built painstakingly with three coins, has been enjoyed by you descendants."

The girl seemed to reflect a bit, her eyes re-evaluating the grand yet exquisitely detailed manor.

Her gaze no longer carried the previous dismissive disdain.

The girl’s inexplicable air of sentiment made White momentarily bewildered.

Did Minister Zhang bring back a lunatic from somewhere?

Truly, those who rise from ordinary ranks are undiscriminating, as long as it’s a pretty lunatic, they’re not bothered.

And Mino...

At this thought, White’s train of thought seemed to jam abruptly.

Mino?!

These two words hit him like a heavy hammer, instantly unlocking feelings from rarely accessed memories.

That imposing figure at the entrance of the palace, at the top of the stairs.

The man who laid the foundation for the Alba Clan’s prominence, making the name Alba shine brightly throughout Europe.

Alba Mino!

With this association, White’s expression visibly changed in ways that were difficult to suppress.

His ancestor passed away over a hundred years ago, and such families as theirs placed utmost importance on privacy; ordinary people had little chance of knowing their true family history, so how could this name roll off this girl’s tongue so easily?

Moreover, her tone didn’t resemble a reminiscence of an old friend, more like referring to a child.

Could they possibly know each other?

Impossible!

White shook his head repeatedly, finding his recent absurd thoughts laughable.

The delicate girl before him could be, at most, a teenager.

When she was born, even his youngest son was probably already playing soccer in the yard.

How could she know his ancestor who passed away over a hundred years ago?

The only explanation was that this girl had come to Alba Manor with an agenda.

Through some unknown means, she connected with Zhang Beixing, investigated the Alba family details, and used this to establish some relations.

Although White couldn’t yet fathom this girl’s true intention, it didn’t matter; after all, for a grand family like Alba’s, any connection promised endless benefits.

Over the years, he had seen many people eager to climb higher, yet this girl’s tactics were the crudest, intending to involve his ancestor.

With this thought, White’s face became visibly uglier, and the anger he had barely managed to suppress was no longer hidden.

However, White first directed his gaze towards Zhang Beixing standing aside, with deeply furrowed brows and a tense face, poised for an impending storm.