Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 596 Banquet and Night

The girl's hands were warm and small, but the fly in the ointment was that they were not as delicate as Evans thought.Although it was only lightly placed on his hand, Evans could already feel the roughness of his fingertips and the edge of his palm.

Does she often do housework?Obviously not, from Evans' point of view, the clothes on this Cassandra Auditore were placed on Solkonan, at least it would take Gentry to get them off.

People who can afford such clothes will naturally not need to do housework by themselves.

Of course, Evans is all too familiar with this rubbing feeling.

This is the mark left by years of exposure to weapons.

Evans felt the details of the other party from those slight skin-to-skin contact in this way, and inadvertently turned his face to look at the girl next to him, but saw that the other party was staring at him, his eyes were not concealed at all, and he was generous.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

"Does it look good?"

"nice."

Evans was taken aback for a moment, he had never seen such a candid girl—could it be said that the people in Port New Orway are so open?
"We're here." Cassandra had stopped in good time, and in front of her was an elegant and magnificent building.Evans recognized this place, which is the largest auditorium in Andria District, Andrea Auditorium.

It goes without saying what level of banquets can be held here.

He looked at Cassandra Auditore with a little surprise, he didn't expect the girl he casually met to have such an identity.

Fortunately, his clothes are not ordinary, not particularly high-end, but he can still meet people in occasions like banquets.He brushed his hair casually and followed Cassandra into the auditorium.

The tall arches were one after another, and they walked among them. The moonlight above their heads fell through the tall hollowed-out roof, stretching their shadows very long.

"Is this a drinking party? Or a dance?"

"perhaps."

"Is it the former or the latter?"

"It could be both, it could be neither."

"Miss Auditore, can you be a little more frank?"

"Am I not frank enough, Mr. Evans of La Rochelle?"

Their hands had remained half-held, and now Evans' hand was underneath, with Cassandra Auditore's five fingers resting on his.

Tightening or flipping or grasping—none of the changes in hand shape occurred between the two parties in the time of this obviously unveiled speech.

"It seems that Miss Auditore knows much more about me than I know about you." Evans' expression remained unchanged, and he just stared straight ahead.

"After all, the embassy in Andrea District is not a private back garden. Anyone can see who walks into the embassy."

"Then Miss Auditore just happened to see me?"

"Perhaps so?" Cassandra Auditore said calmly. "You can call me Cassandra."

"Okay, Cassandra." Evans shrugged, "Then can you answer me again, is this a dance party or a reception?"

"It's still the same answer, maybe yes, maybe neither."

Cassandra stopped suddenly—they had already passed through the arch, and they were standing at the boundary between the light of the auditorium and the shadow cast by the arch.

One step forward is light, one step back is darkness.

Evans stood quietly, he could hear the music in the auditorium, it was the violin strings, elegant and melodious.

"And what if... I hope it's an elegant ball?"

Cassandra turned her head again, meeting Evans' gaze.

Then she smiled.

It is true that, purely in terms of appearance, this face is inferior to those extremely outstanding women Evans has seen beside Adrian.

But the brilliance of confidence contained in this smile was brighter than any woman he had ever seen.

"Maybe you can get what you want?" Cassandra said softly, then her fingers suddenly hooked Evans' hand firmly, and walked into the auditorium.

The spacious dance floor is right in front of you, and people in expensive costumes are holding wine glasses and chatting around the dance floor.Evans just glanced at the three district consuls in Port New Orway, and the foreign secretary in Ol St. Emma.

In addition, he also saw snake people whose lower body is a snake body and the upper half is an ordinary person—they come from the southern part of the Nudarya Kingdom, occupy the land of Nudarya but do not obey the orders of Nudariya Management, the riots of the snake people are always a difficult problem for the Kingdom of Nudalia.

There is no doubt that this is a diplomatic evening.

"Miss Auditore—"

Soon someone noticed Cassandra walking into the auditorium, who was chatting with Hubert Rhodes, the future adulterous partner of Santa Emma.He immediately greeted Cassandra, whispered a few words to Hubert beside him, and brought the latter along.

"Who is he?"

"Felix O'Casey, the consul of Andria District, beside him is the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Santa Emma, ​​Hubert Rhodes..." Cassandra whispered a few words quickly, and then took the initiative to welcome He went up and said with a smile on his face:
"Your Excellency O'Casey, we haven't seen each other for a long time..."

She chatted with each other familiarly, and soon the district consul introduced Hubert Rhodes to Cassandra: "This is the foreign minister of St. Emma, ​​if your brother is running for the seat If it succeeds, communication with him will be indispensable at that time."

Hubert Rhodes didn't show much enthusiasm for Cassandra, he just nodded coldly, and then his eyes fell on Evans who was a few steps away.

"This... seems familiar? I remember you are in the team of La Rochelle."

"It seems that Lord Ross's memory is quite good." Evans replied with a smile, "I just danced with this beautiful lady, that's all."

And Cassandra took two steps back at the right time, bowed slightly and said, "I won't disturb the conversation between Lord O'Casey and Lord Ross."

She put her hand on Evans's again, exerted a little force on her hand, and led Evans onto the dance floor.

"Put my waist." She shouted softly, turned her feet, and turned to face Evans, and Evans put the other hand on her waist, and then felt the other hand actively He quickly turned "hold" into "hold", inserted five fingers between his five fingers, and gently closed them.

Just as the previous song had just ended, the new melody was playing.This is a piece of music with a strong New Aowei style. The rhythm is relaxed but not too fast, so that people's body can rise and fall with the melody of the music, and the skirt flutters while dancing, like a butterfly wearing flowers.

Evans half-folded and half-armed Cassandra's waist, and the two stepped on the melody drumbeat. Their outstanding appearance and elegant dancing posture became the focus of the dance floor for a moment, causing the VIPs beside them to look sideways.

But under their noses, this intimate couple is taking advantage of the extremely close distance to whisper.

"Looks like it's still a dance."

"If Lord O'Casey hadn't introduced the people of O'San Emma to more people, the dance would have gone on peacefully."

"Oh? Then your target is the District Governor?"

"Target? Mr. Evans, I don't understand what you're talking about... Hey, you stepped on me."

"Sorry, Cassandra, three two one, look up—"

As Evans said, he lowered his body, and Cassandra also bent back along his bent arm, with one leg raised high, her long blond hair hanging down her head, fully exposing her delicate face In Evans' sight.

They exchanged glances for a split second, Evans' pupils were black and bright, Cassandra's were amber and rolling.

"After all, neither the Snakeman nor the Aosheng Emma can cause accidents in Xinaowei Port casually. In contrast, it may be a better choice to die a Xinaowei Port person?"

The lingering drumbeat continued to sound, Evans raised his arms again, and Cassandra also straightened up, continuing to shake her body along with the music.

"What Mr. Evans said is too exaggerated. This is just a small punishment for those who betrayed their own national interests." Cassandra blinked, and their actions just now received a wave of applause from the surroundings.

"So it seems that you are still a guardian in the dark?"

"Mr. Evans really doesn't know anything about New Orville Port." Cassandra chuckled, "Where are the guardians? The Auditore family is nothing more than a group of mortals who have an eye for money."

"Mortal, I like that word."

The music came to an end in a rush, they twirled and danced, the sound of tapping footsteps landed on the last drum beat, the strings ended melodiously, and there was another round of warm applause.

They stared at each other, and Evans couldn't see a drop of sweat on the girl's face, nor did it show any signs of redness from exercise or embarrassment.

"Don't let go of my waist?" Cassandra said softly.

Evans let go, looked at the hand that had just been placed on Cassandra's waist with regret, and shook his head.

"It's not a bad thing to see money, at least it's simple enough." He said, and let go of Cassandra's hand, "I hope we can cooperate if there is a chance."

"Cooperation? Can you represent La Rochelle? I remember that the Minister of La Rochelle has not yet arrived—"

"Maybe my words carry as much weight as that minister?"

"Hey, I saw it. It wasn't you who walked in the front of your group. It was... an elf?"

"It's not important." Evans smiled. "In short, I hope you can think about what I said. If the Auditore family wants to win more, La Rochelle should be a good partner—"

Looking at the thoughtful Cassandra, Evans raised his arm and said softly, "By the way, Cassandra. The stuff you're hiding here just hit me."

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The night was warmer than expected.

Misha stood on the balcony, and the green vines wrapped around the iron railing were much thicker than those on the other balcony.The natural growth brought about by elves allows this ivy to outgrow its kin.

"What are you looking at?"

A boy's voice came from behind her, she turned her head, with a slight smile on her face: "I'm looking at the moon."

"moon?"

"The moon is one of Lord Nora's sustenance." Misha said softly, "She likes to bathe in the Moon Spring and bathe in the moonlight."

"Then can you see Lord Nora's figure from the moon?"

"I can't see it," Misha said, "but the moonlight is beautiful."

Cyril looked at the back of Miss Elf on the balcony. Her long golden hair was scattered behind her, bathed in moonlight, with a strangely soft luster.

This reminded him of the night when he first arrived in Siliki and entered the forest, Misha under the tree of life was also bathed in the moonlight in this way.

Cyril walked to the balcony and stood beside Misha.Miss Elf has a faint fragrance on her body, just standing beside her makes people feel refreshed.

"Is the sacrifice of your nature temple connected with the churches that other gods belong to?"

"Contact? I don't think so." Misha pursed her lips. "Elves are the freest ones. We are just pure creatures who believe in Lord Nora. There are no precepts or rules. Everything is spontaneous... In fact The form of sacrifice also imitates human beings."

"What a mysterious race."

"You also have half of the elf's blood in your body." Misha looked at Cyril, stretched out a hand and put it on Cyril's forehead, "Perhaps the pure elves are not able to enjoy Nora's gift like you? "

"That's also because Misha is by my side." Cyril replied calmly, his voice suddenly lowered.

"If the forest is about to face some disaster, will Lord Nora give a sign? For example, the statue shed blood and tears? Or is it?"

"A few epochs ago, the Moon Spring was an important factor in judging safety." Misha replied, "If the Moon Spring makes a rumbling sound, it means that some disaster is coming. But after the Moon Spring dries up, I think All that remains is the Black Forest."

"Black Forest?"

"The Black Forest is the expression of Master Nora's negative emotions. It is mysterious and terrifying, but I have to admit that it is also a solid barrier."

Cyril nodded thoughtfully, "What about the other gods? For example, Sea God Urella?"

"Master Urella and Lord Nora are friends, and her and Lord Nora's behaviors are actually somewhat similar."

"Such as a calm ocean, and a stormy ocean?" Cyril guessed.

"That's true. But Urella's methods are more... heroic, maybe you can use this word." Misha looked deeply at Cyril, then spread her five fingers, and drew a circle with her long and slender fingers. He clenched his hands into fists.

"The vortex, the great vortex. The endless vortex in the ocean, devours everything, and will not stop until it completely smashes the evil it considers." She paused, and continued, "Brother, do you think this matter will be serious? Come on, can it cause a 'vortex'?"

And Cyril looked at the bright moonlight and said softly: "Maybe, who knows."

His pointed ears trembled suddenly, and then he listened intently. He vaguely heard a long howling of a wolf resounding in the distance, but when he tried to pursue it again, there was no sound at all.

"Probably wild wolves in the mountains."

He continued to look at the bright moon.

　The thinking is a bit messy, let's make a transition.

　　happy new year everyone
　　
　
(End of this chapter)