Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 66 Fortified Barriers (add more, please follow up)
in the banquet hall.

Ladies and gentlemen, look at each other.

What Griffin family?

It's just a poor family who doesn't enter the mainstream!

As for the griffin lineage?
Isn't it just a very ordinary bloodline of Warcraft?

Wait a minute... How did this fat boy from a poor family get into the night banquet of a wealthy family? !

What qualifications does he have to attend the banquet?
Does he fit?
These questions lingered in the hearts of the guests.

Out of social etiquette, no one said it.

However, there is one exception.

She can ignore all social etiquette.

Say whatever you want.

If you want to lose your temper with someone, you can lose your temper with whomever you want.

It's so wild and arrogant!

It's so unscrupulous!

Who is not convinced?hold on!

She is the heroine of tonight's banquet, the dean's granddaughter.

At the same time, she is also Angel's appointed girlfriend.

The eldest of the daughters, Pamela!
"That Felin, don't you think you are greasy?"

"Seeing how active you are, I thought you were such a remarkable person."

"It turns out that I just came from an unknown small family and awakened the trash blood!"

The blond Pamela had a sneer on her lips.

Aim at Flynn, with full firepower!

He was so mocking that he couldn't get off the stage.

"To be honest, neither you nor that kid named Allen are worthy of tonight's grand event."

"It's only because Angel insists on inviting you that I have to give him face."

"That Allen, at least he knows something. He knows that he can't get on the stage, and he's too embarrassed to get in front of others. Find a corner and shrink back obediently. I can't bear it."

"It's good for you, you really think of yourself as a socialite, don't you?"

"Don't piss to take care of yourself, do you deserve it?!"

"Based on your origin and bloodline, just looking at you more than once would be dirty to my eyes!"

"You actually jumped up and down in my house, calling men brothers and sisters when you saw a man, and courting you when you saw a woman. Who gave you this courage?"

"I'm curious, do you really not know that you don't belong to this circle?!"

Flynn blushed when Pamela squeezed him.

In the world of warlocks where blood is supreme, class barriers are strict.

The naive young man bumped into the wall.

He was hit head-to-head.

Only then did I realize how thick this transparent ceiling is.

If he, Flynn, was of a noble blood, his social skills were a huge advantage.

He is the coolest star at the banquet tonight.

But he just wasn't good enough.

The same chic, the same witty humor and one-liners make him a clown in the eyes of others.

Like the master of ceremonies at a wedding ceremony.

No matter how hard you try to stir up the atmosphere, you are not qualified to be on the table.

The cleverness and eloquence that Flynn was proud of were all useless at this moment.

All he was left with was ridicule and embarrassment.

Pamela scolded Flynn and was still angry.

Turning to face Angel, her pretty face was as gloomy as ice.

"You also come from the bottom of society."

"I can understand that your vision is too low and your layout is too narrow. After all, the environment you lived in was too bad."

"However, there is a limit to my tolerance."

"You must abandon everything in the past as soon as possible, and sweep all those worthless things into the garbage dump."

"I might as well just say that the two friends you invited today are really not flattering."

"Don't associate with these worthless inferior people in the future, it's a waste of time and affection."

"Listen, Angel!"

"What I just said to you was not a request, but an order!"

"Do you understand?"

Facing Pamela's aggressive attitude.

Now it was Angel's turn to be embarrassed.

Allen, a bystander, couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Angor's status in the dean's family is equivalent to that of a quasi-son-in-law.

In front of Pamela, he has no confidence at all, and it is inconvenient to speak up to defend his old friend.

What's more, he is not good at words, what else can he expect except silence?

As a result, of course, they broke up unhappy.

"It's only been a year since we came to the Warlock Academy, and the gap in status has widened, and the friendship has changed."

At the crossroads, when Flynn said goodbye to Allen, he couldn't help expressing bitter emotions.

"In the future, we should keep less contact with Angel, so as not to embarrass him in front of new friends!"

……

three days later.

Warlock Academy.

A huge glass hall with various stalls inside.

The crowd is like weaving, and the shouts are loud.

This is the largest trading market in the Warlock Academy.

Against the glass curtain wall, there is a circle of bulletin boards.

It is full of dense notices.

Various bounty tasks, service agents, all kinds.

Allen walked through the crowd and quickly came to the bulletin board to the north.

Find the notice I posted the day before yesterday.

A concise purchase information is listed above.

"Buy: Textiles That Stretch Ten Times Without Breaking!"

Now, there is a message under this buying advice.

"I have the silk thread you need, come to my booth to discuss in detail."

Allen copied down the address of the booth, turned and left.

5 minute later.

Allen came to a booth.

The female stall owner looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with an average appearance, but a rather enchanting and hot figure.

"My name is Allen, what's your name, Senior Sister?"

"Just call me Zhinu."

The female stall owner apparently did not want to reveal her identity.

A pair of big black eyes looked up and down at Allen, and suddenly stuck out his tongue, slowly licking his lips.

This small gesture reveals a hint of provocation.

"Sister, can you show me the goods?"

"no problem."

Zhinu bent down, opened the counter drawer, and took out a roll of translucent silk thread.

Each thread is as thick as a pencil lead.

Zhinu randomly pulled out one and handed it to Alan.

There is still a weird smile on his face.

As if waiting to see him make a joke.

Allen took it and tried to stretch.

This thick silk is really super elastic and tough.

Stretched ten times, there is no sign of breaking at all.

After rebounding, no obvious deformation can be seen.

Allen is pleased with the material's performance.

Just as she was about to return it to Zhinu, she was embarrassed to find out...

The thick thread sticks to my hand, and I can't tear it off no matter what.

"Hahahaha……"

Zhinu has been waiting to see this good show for a long time.

Seeing Allen in a hurry, he satisfied her prank and laughed happily.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry, look at this..."

Allen spread his hands helplessly, not knowing what to do with that nasty sticky thread!
Zhinu held his wrist.

Stretch your neck and come closer.

Under Alan's surprised gaze, he stuck out his tongue and licked his hand.

The soft and wet tip of the tongue swept across the palm of his hand.

Allen couldn't help getting goose bumps all over his body.

Strange to say.

When the thick silk touches Zhinu's saliva, it immediately loses its stickiness and falls off naturally.

"My saliva can neutralize the stickiness of the spider silk, but it will not destroy the original elasticity and toughness. You can rest assured."

Zhinu explained softly.

"Spider silk?" Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Can't you see it?" Weaver Girl smiled slightly, "I have a group of giant spiders in my house, we spin them once a week and sell them in the market."

"I see!"

Allen opened his eyes again.

"Little handsome guy, it's not convenient for Fang to disclose, what do you use the giant spider silk for?"

Zhinu asked curiously.

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