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Chapter 94 Banquet ([-])

"Wait a moment."

When she was about to enter the banquet hall, Weier suddenly called Linton to a stop.

"Come here, bend over."

Linton didn't know why, but he still followed his words and watched curiously as Miss Elf pinned a light silver badge on her neckline.

The shape of the badge is very special, it has the appearance of a pentagram, but there is a moon inlaid inside.

"What is this?" he asked suspiciously.

"Things that can save you trouble." Wei'er said leisurely, "Go in."

After all, she walked into the banquet hall without looking back. Linton had no choice but to follow her pace with Iris and walked into the hall.

As a place used by the royal family to entertain guests, it is no exaggeration to describe the interior space of the banquet hall as vast. It is roughly estimated that even if 1000 people dine inside at the same time, it will not appear crowded.

Stepping on the luxurious carpet made of the fur of an unknown creature on the floor and entering the hall, Linton looked around.

It was still early when they arrived, and many people might still be on their way, so the hall seemed a little empty.

Apart from the three of them, most of the others were also in groups. They gathered around the long table in twos and threes, holding delicate glazed jade cups, clinking glasses lightly. The servant of the white bouquet stepped forward to fill it.

Linton withdrew his gaze, followed Wei Er to find a place to stay, and waited for the banquet to start.

As time passed, more and more people were in the banquet hall.

When most of them enter the hall, they will subconsciously glance around, perhaps looking for someone they know, or looking for a suitable seat for themselves.

It was at this time that Linton discovered something.

As long as everyone's eyes are turned to their side, they will be stunned for a moment.

How long their eyes stay, and the emotions contained in their eyes are also very different.

There is surprise, surprise, and even joy.

If he met their eyes, he would nod to him with a smile.

Linton, who is 100% self-aware of himself, understands very well that the deep meaning in the eyes of these people cannot come from a necromancer with no reputation at all, but from an elf lady with an extremely mysterious identity and background.

However, when he turned his head and looked at Weier's position, he found that she was trying to debate with Iris on "whether adding slime liquid to this food will make it taste better".

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After being silent for a while, Linton smiled helplessly and looked away.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and there were more and more people in the banquet hall.

When the minute hand of the clock was fixed on the number "12", everyone consciously put away their voices, and the movements were unbelievably unified without anyone directing them.

As night fell, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed.

The Sixth Queen of Flower Kingdom No.30 held the hand of her youngest daughter, stepped into this palace full of classical aesthetics, walked along the red carpet, passed through the crowd, and came to the frontmost high platform.

"Thank you for taking your precious time to attend my daughter, Charlene Diptone's birthday dinner."

She patted the little princess lightly.

Charlene snapped back to her senses, and looked away from a far corner.

She took a step forward with nervousness, pinched the hem of her skirt, and saluted everyone with the most perfect etiquette.

"Please allow me to offer my sincerest thanks to all of you."

The girl spoke in a childish voice.

What responded to her was applause like mountains and tsunami, as well as fanatical roars and blessings.

The noise in the banquet hall lasted for several minutes, until the queen pressed her palm and announced the start of the ball.

"Is that the end of it?"

Linton looked at Miss Elf in a daze: "The so-called birthday party is just for the princess to say a few words, is that enough?"

"Otherwise?" Wei'er's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, "I told you before, no matter what the form of the banquet, it's just a means for these people to exchange etiquette. This time, Charlene was brought out, probably to strengthen the royal family. Controlling the ruling, and preparing for Charlene's succession. I'll leave for a while, you guys go get ready to dance."

Watching Miss Elf disappear into the crowd, Linton scratched his face.

He is just a child who grew up under the red banner, and the banquets he has attended since he was a child were mostly red events, so he naturally doesn't understand these procedures.

Shaking his head, Linton picked up a glass of fruit wine and was about to drink it to quench his thirst when he happened to meet a blond young man not far away.

"Long time no see, Little Duke Tracy, how are you doing?"

"All is well, thank you for your well wishes, sir."

"Haha, warn that old man of yours for me, I won't allow him to die before me!"

"You are worrying too much, you are sure to live a long life."

Holding a wine glass, Turner Tracy walked among the well-dressed nobles with a smile, skillfully performing social etiquette.

As the eldest grandson of one of the few dukes, this is something he must do, and he has never resisted it.

He is a smart man.

While reaping benefits for the family, Turner often uses a little thoughtfulness to get some extra rewards from it.

At today's banquet, he is going to do the same.

This time, Turner's target was a high-level figure of the Knights.

This high-level executive is more or less a hero among individuals, but he has a disobedient dog son. For his future, the high-level management can be said to have broken their hearts.

Turner keenly grasped this information, and prepared to use this to establish his own family's influence in the Knights.

It's just that when Turner walked towards the high-level man with the wine, he found that the tiger father was yelling at the dog in a low voice, with an angry expression on his face.

"Dean, let me warn you again, don't try to harass others, you don't have that much charm!"

"I know, I know." Dean curled his lips, "Didn't I want to go and chat with those dog-like guys as you said, have a heart-to-heart exchange?"

"You're chatting with a woman?"

"Women are not nobles?"

"you"

The veins on the old knight's forehead twitched violently, wishing he could slap the little Bi Zaizhi in front of him to death.

But in the end, he still sighed and waved his hands helplessly.

"roll."

After Dean left, Turner slowly stepped forward, picked up a glass containing wine again, and handed it to the old knight.

"Good evening, Mr. Ronald."

"I'm not very good." Old Ronald took the glass sullenly, drank it down, and then sighed again, "I'm showing you a joke, little duke. If this brat had half your wisdom, I wouldn't "

Turner shrugged, and said noncommittally: "You are serious, Dean is still very smart."

——at least on the lip of it.

Old Ronald looked at the future little duke and gritted his teeth.

Turner came over at this time, and the purpose was already obvious.

But the old knight couldn't refuse him.

The position of the Knights is different from that of the nobles, it is impossible for anyone to inherit hereditary, and in peacetime, the promotion of the Knights needs to be approved by the church, so he can't even arrange a captain position for his stupid son through his relationship, at most Only let him be a little knight.

But Dean didn't want to join the Knights at all. He only practiced in the reserve for less than a year. He was still like fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, so he found an excuse and walked out.

He doesn't want to defend his home and country, he just wants to linger on the flowers.

The old knight hated him for not fighting and mourned his misfortune.

The battles in his youth brought countless cracks to his body, and now he has to spend the night in the pain of various sequelae every night.

However, the sun will always rise, but he will never see it.

Sighing deeply for the last time, the old knight trembled and pursed his lips.

"Little Duke, can you please tell me a little bit about my kid."

"As you wish."

Turner raised his wine glass, showing his white teeth.

In the short conversation that followed, Turner got the promise he wanted, and the old Cavaliers looked a little older.

After a few words of comfort, Turner looked around, trying to find the little Bi Zaizhi who ran into the flowers unexpectedly.

It was also at this time that he met a special guest in a corner not far away.

He was wearing a white formal suit that was definitely handmade by royal workers, and his appearance and temperament were even a bit superior to his own, but these were not the point.

"People from Xinghui?"

Turner stared at the badge on the man's collar, frowning slightly.

Perhaps many people know that the badge with the star and moon shining together belongs to the distant starry kingdom.

But for him, the future duke, who was already regarded as a high-ranking countryman, he was quite clear about the meaning of the flashing mithril color on the badge.

——It represents the noblest, most quintessential, and most precious in that country.

— descent.

"Is that person an elf too?"

Besides elves, is there any other humanoid creature whose appearance is so good?
Turner narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully looking at the man opposite him.

While he was noble, he was also a talented swordsman. At a young age, he was able to knock down most of the formal knights of the knight order.

But at this moment, he couldn't see through that person's strength.

It is also at this time.

The man looked over.

Turner was startled, and after realizing his rude behavior, he immediately raised his wine glass to salute him, and at the same time stepped forward.

"Sorry, sir." He bowed slightly, "Because of the subconscious actions of the warrior, I have caused disrespect to you, a distinguished guest who came from a distant star, so please allow me to extend my sincerest apologies to you .”

Holding the wine glass, Linton looked at the question marks on his head with a dazed expression.

But soon, he turned his gaze to his collar.

"It saves you a lot of trouble."

Miss Elf's words seemed to echo in her ears.

Rubbing the smooth wine glass, Linton smiled lightly and said, "It's okay."

Then Turner straightened up slowly, and clinked glasses with him with a smile: "Turner Tracy, this is my name."

"Linton." Linton replied succinctly, not bothering to introduce the surnames in the following scene.

After finishing the drink, Turner asked curiously: "Sir, may I take the liberty to ask you a question? Of course, if you think it's inappropriate, you can ignore my question."

Linton frowned slightly: "Please."

Turner considered for a moment, then asked cautiously: "Excuse me, are you here with Ms. Weier?"

"Yes."

Sure enough, he is definitely an elf.

Turner secretly confirmed his thoughts in his heart.

Ten years ago, Miss Elf came to the Kingdom of Flowers with a special identity, and received a grand welcome from the royal family, knights and other high-level officials.

Because everyone knows that the Starlight Kingdom attaches great importance to bloodlines, which is rare in the world, and the elf bloodlines belong to the absolute TO level, and there is still a gap below.

In order to establish a good relationship with her, in Wei'er's first year in Fanhua, invitations to the banquet were sent to her hut like snowflakes.

But for ten years, no one has managed to get Miss Elf to appear at any banquet, and all the responses received have been formulaic discomfort.

Therefore, seeing Wei'er attending the banquet today, these people will reveal an unconcealable surprise.

So here comes the question, Miss Elf has not participated for ten years, why is she making an exception today?

After seeing this gentleman, Turner had a realization in his heart.

Probably, they hope to open up a door for this gentleman, right?

Perhaps this banquet is not only a declaration issued by the royal family to consolidate the rule, but also a stepping stone to formally establish diplomatic relations with Xinghui?

Turner was full of thoughts, and was about to ask carefully, but saw this Mr. Linton suddenly pointing to the side and asking him.

"who's that person?"

Turner looked in the direction he pointed, and his puzzled face suddenly became a little ugly.

There, a young man is trying to entangle a strange but unexpectedly beautiful girl with a hippie smile.

And this young man was the one whom the old knight asked him to take care of just now.

"The man's name is Dean Ronald, and his father is a senior knight of the Knights."

Turner almost gritted his teeth and introduced Linton.

Although most of his communication with old Ronald was based on interests, he still had a heart of respect for this old knight who made great achievements in battle when he was young.

But for this little Bi Zaizhi, he didn't have such a good temper.

People's hearts are fleshy, even a person like him who grew up soaked in the dye vat of benefit exchange, can't think highly of Dean.

Especially when he loses the face of his country of flowers in front of people from other countries.

Turner frowned, and was about to step forward to take this embarrassing thing away, but the "Mr. Elf" beside him moved faster than him.

"Da da da--"

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the carpet was unexpectedly loud, making the conversation seem to be suppressed by it at this moment.

As a result, the surrounding eyes unconsciously focused on the source of the sound, and then, like a water wave spreading, it spread around, and everyone in the hall was assimilated by the atmosphere in an instant, shut their mouths, and looked at the sound. A man who is extremely strange to them.

Dean walked up to Miss Knight with a glass of champagne and smiled.

"Miss Iris, long time no see."

Iris, who was about to deal with the food in front of her, heard a strange voice calling her name, paused, and looked up blankly.

When she saw the person coming, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of undisguised disgust.

"You are not qualified to call me by my name, go away."

Iris naturally knew this ignorant prodigal son.

When she was in the Knights, she was repeated for two years because of her bad temper, but because of her reputation, no one dared to laugh at her.

Only this guy, when he saw him, he would call "repeater" without any scruples.

Of course, Iris challenged him to a duel without any suspense, and beat him to the ground.

Since it was just an ordinary duel, it was impossible to be ruthless, so it didn't take long for Dean to make a comeback and continue to provoke.

But soon, Iris never dueled with him again.

Because she understood that this person's ridicule was just like pulling the braids of the girl at the front table when she was a child, just trying to attract her attention.

For this kind of person, the best way is to ignore him and respond with a contemptuous smile.

After this intention failed, Dean began to publicize in the Knights that the most dazzling Miss Iris did not dare to respond to his challenge, but although the others were beaten by Iris more or less, The knights somewhat believe in the power of the strong, and they still have respect for the lady knight who can defeat all of them, and they are not Shabi. Facing Dean's arrogant speech, the only answer to echo him is "ah, yes, yes, yes. "

Perhaps everyone's contempt and ridicule hurt this glass-hearted prodigal son, and he quit the reserve service not long after.

This was just a trivial matter. If Dean hadn't appeared in front of her again, Iris probably wouldn't have remembered that she had seen such a piece of shit in her life.

In fact, seeing shit is nothing.

I am afraid because I am afraid that shit does not have the self-consciousness of shit, and I think I am very fragrant.

"Don't be like this, Miss Iris." Dean had a self-righteous smile on his face, "No matter how you say it, we are still classmates."

"This is really the thing I regret the most in my life. Also." Iris thrust the knife into the food with sharp eyes, "I told you, you are not qualified to call me by my name."

"idiot!"

Dean's forced smile suddenly couldn't hold back, and his face suddenly became difficult to see.

But immediately, his eyes suddenly became contemptuous.

"Hehe, even if I'm an idiot, I'm also a genuine son of a knight. That's why I can appear in the palace, at the high-class banquets full of nobles and celebrities."

"But what about you?"

"Your father smells like mud. Your mother doesn't know what the smell is. Your family's title of Viscount can only scare mud-legged people in the countryside. I don't even think I can clean my shoes in Farasong."

"So please."

"—Where did you get the courage to sneak in here?"

Iris' face suddenly turned pale.

Even though her family is very unfortunate, it is still the most precious thing that belongs to her.

How dare this person, how dare he throw the things he valued the most on the ground and step on them with the dirtiest soles of his shoes?

How dare he? !

Iris held the table knife, her jewel-like blue eyes gleamed with incomparable sensibility at this moment.

She knew where this place was, and knew the consequences of her next actions.

But she couldn't help it.

Now, she just wanted to pass the knife through the left rib of the piece of shit in front of her.

"Do you know what you are doing?!"

Realizing that the killing intent of the girl in front of him emerged as a substance, Dean's lips trembled, his knees softened, and he couldn't help but backed away.

But he failed to retreat.

At some point, a man who was taller, more handsome than him, and more elegant than him, all of which made him feel unparalleled jealousy suddenly appeared behind him, blocking his way.

Dean turned his head and saw two glasses of scarlet wine in the man's hand, saw him handing one of the glasses to him, and forcefully stuffed it into his hand.

"Drink more, sir." The man's voice was very flat, "This should be the most expensive wine here, if you don't drink it, you will lose your chance."

Dean subconsciously looked around when he suddenly lost his voice.

He saw his father with a disappointed face; he saw the young prince with a contemptuous face.

He even saw the little princess on the stage, and saw the anger in her eyes looking at him.

"What are you looking at?"

Dean's words were almost crying, but he was quickly interrupted by the man forcefully.

"Sir, why are you crying?"

he asks.

"Isn't your life ridiculous enough?"

"Boom-"

The drummer on the stage had been preparing for a long time to play the prelude for the dance party. The tone was soft but at this moment it seemed like a galloping army, almost tearing Dean's heart into pieces.

As the waltz gradually got on the right track, the hall also boiled up again. Everyone led their partners and walked onto the dance floor.

Dean didn't move.

Because everyone's first reaction after looking at him was to turn their heads again, probably like a natural reaction after seeing dog shit while walking on the road.

"Ah."

The man shook his head, gently pushed his body away, and walked towards the pale and helpless young girl.

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Iris's chest heaved and fell, but her eyes remained motionless.

She watched the man walking towards her in a straight line, and everyone involuntarily made way for him, like the silver knife in her hand, inserted with an extremely sharp posture, and no one could resist his coming.

At this moment, a throbbing suddenly arose in the girl's heart.

"Sir, I haven't danced with anyone since I was born."

She dropped the knife, held out her white-gloved hand, and smiled mischievously.

"I hope you will be my first dance partner."

"Extremely honored."

Linton gently took over those slender palms that were dazzlingly white and tender.

At the moment when the palm meets the palm, the dance music also officially enters a majestic and high-spirited passage, announcing the official start of the gorgeous dance music with a sonorous and powerful note.

The two who stepped onto the dance floor hand in hand had already rehearsed with each other many times, how to place their hands, how to turn their feet, and there was no need to use their brains to give orders.

Their movements were so natural that the gorgeous lights in the banquet hall seemed to be reduced to a foil for the two of them—maybe it wasn't just the lights.

The nobles in luxurious clothes, the nobles with serious faces, and the elegant and luxurious royal family stared at the only protagonist on the dance floor, and at the same time, for their self-confidence, they gave applause that was more unrestrained than thunder.

"Boom-"

As the last note of the climax falls, it is the epilogue that is about to end.

On the dance floor, the eyes of the two are intertwined with each other at this moment.

The lace skirt flutters, covering the dazzling light and shadow.

　Thank you "Tayun" for your reward, thank you very much!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)