my age of magic

Chapter 817 317. Duke Ryan
The group of young aristocrats who gathered with William saw William confronting me, and they all gathered around William. The young nobles who were in the same circle as William had extraordinary backgrounds behind them. They probably wouldn't mind stirring up trouble at the dance.Seeing their excited and curious faces, they quickly gathered towards me. There was a hint of ridicule on William's cold face.

"Are you worried that you will be defeated by me in the duel after the Summer Festival Ball, and you can't wait to advance the duel?" I asked William, looking into his eyes.

William's face looked a little uncertain, he clenched his fists in his sleeves, hesitated a little, and said to me with a gloomy expression: "Although I really can't wait, I want to see you live in a state of anxiety every day." In the process, under the shadow of the Dreadlord, your heart becomes fragile little by little, anxious and sensitive, maybe you will be overwhelmed by the huge pressure before the duel."

William didn't intend to continue pestering me. Before his friends got together, he passed me by, "But I hope you can survive these difficult days, otherwise my fist will be very disappointed. .”

I think William probably didn't want his friends to know about the duel. After all, a fourth-year magician bullied the freshmen in the college, and there was nothing worth worrying about.If it doesn't work out, a group of friends may even make fun of it.

At the ball, many people's attention was attracted by the Prince of Wales wrapped in a halo of victory. Few people noticed the situation here, but it was Le Die standing with Lucia in the distance, who accidentally saw this side , Seeing William standing with me, I couldn't help but look at me twice.

"Hey, why are you here?" Ying Li glanced at Mrs. Manda secretly, and asked me with joy. Before I could answer, she secretly took my hand and led me to wear clothes. Passing through the crowd, I walked towards the edge of the venue, as if I had walked into her life, which made her a little shy. Her face was slightly red, but her eyes were full of joy.

Those young people who originally wanted to go up to greet Ying Li were all ignored by her eyes.

"Your brother invited me." I took out the invitation letter from the Prince of Wales, handed it to Yingli, and asked her, "Why didn't you see Helena and Becky?"

"Ah, it's not like they have to be together every moment of every day. They occasionally do their own things. Helena didn't know you would come, but if she knew, she would definitely come." She became like a red Apple, with an involuntary glance at the Prince of Wales.

Wales was holding Qige's hand and slowly getting off the carriage. The exquisite magic caravan was full of people. Everyone wanted to have a relationship with this upstart of the royal family. It would be best if they could catch the triumphant train. .

Now at least half of the planes controlled by the Grand Dukes of the Green Empire are in chaos and war. The Prince of Wales will not stop fighting just because of a victory. This Royal Constructed Knights still needs to continue to rush to other crisis situations. Whichever plane this victorious army goes to, that plane is very hopeful to get rid of the quagmire-like battle situation as soon as possible.

This manor also looks very familiar to Yingli. She took me up the canal and turned up a row of low tree walls, and came to a big tree. The heart of the tree was hollowed out to make a lush wooden house. In the tree house, there was a waiter who was wiping wine glasses. Looking inside from the window, there were rows of wine cabinets in the tree house. This was actually a tree house. bar.

This place is a bit remote, and guests are crowded at the gate of the manor square to welcome the Prince of Wales, so this place seems a bit deserted.

Yingli and I sat down on long chairs cut from tree roots. Yingli waved to the bartender inside and said, "Joe, make us two glasses of liqueur."

"Okay, Your Royal Highness." The bartender agreed inside, and it seemed that he knew Yingli very well.

He didn't do anything fancy, just poured half a glass out of a bottle full of cider, then mixed some watermelon juice, added a little ice cubes, and finally drizzled a layer on top of the floating ice cubes Thick honey, before serving two glasses of sweet fruit wine.

Yingli told me the story of the log cabin and praised the bartender Joe's vegetable risotto.

I asked her curiously: "Did you all grow up in this manor when you were young?"

Ying Li rested his chin on one hand, propped his elbow on the wooden table, squinted his eyes and asked me: "Who else told you the story of this manor?"

I said, "Senior Adele, she took me around there just now, and she also mentioned that she liked playing in this manor when she was a child."

Ying Li covered his mouth with his hands and said in surprise: "Do you know Adele?"

I tasted the wine in the glass. This kind of sweet fruit wine has almost no taste of wine, only a fruit wine mixed with sour fruit, honey and watermelon juice. It is hard to imagine that this drink is made by a royal bartender.

I said: "After all, we are in the same academy, and when we were training in the plane, I was in the training team with her, so we knew each other."

The bartender came out of the wooden house, holding a horse lantern in his hand, and lifted the covers of the white cotton cloth next to the tree house, allowing countless dots of light to emit faint light from the inside, those faint lights The dots kept moving in the cloth cover, like fireflies.

Ying Li sat quietly beside me, blinked and said, "She is willing to talk to you?"

I asked strangely: "Why?"

Ying Li said casually: "She usually doesn't like to talk to people, she just likes to follow behind Wales, even Le Die and I don't like to talk to each other."

Ying Li and I sat in front of the wooden house, chatting aimlessly like this, watching so many stars in the night sky gradually being lit up through the gaps between the leaves above our heads, one, two, three, looking at the forest. The birds returned to their nests in the dim light of the night, watching the bartender Joe take out a gauze net to catch fireflies around the tree house, and throw them into the cotton lampshade after catching fireflies.

Sitting with Yingli, even if we don't say anything to each other, we will feel that time flies by.

There was a melodious sound of the piano in the distance, and Ying Li told me in a low voice: "The dance is about to start."

I hurriedly stood up from the bench, looked towards the ball, and said to Yingli: "Ah, I also promised Mrs. Alia that I would dance with her for the first time."

Ying Li pursed his mouth, sat on the chair and muttered softly: "I should be the first person to invite."

I walked out from the side of the bar, faced Yingli and stretched out my hand to invite her: "It's an honor."

But she pulled my little finger with a smile and said in a low voice: "I was just talking casually."

Indeed, Yingli could only talk casually. After leaving for a short while, Mrs. Manda began to look for Yingli in the square of the ball. While chatting with the ladies around her, she used her keen Her eyes searched for Ying Li's figure in the square, and when Ying Li reappeared in the crowd at the dance party, Mrs. Manda finally withdrew her radar-like gaze.

Mrs. Manda has the clear lake-like eyes of the elves. Le Die's eyes are very similar to Mrs. Manda, but she does not have Mrs. Manda's pair of translucent and translucent pointed ears like suet jade. I don't know why. Just the first time we met, I knew that Mrs. Manda was a noble elf, not a half-elf like Lucia who only had elf blood.

The nobility of the elves is innate. Nobility, elegance, beauty, pride and art worship are the nature of elves.

Lucia's beautiful appearance fully shows all the characteristics that an elf should have, but she is not a pure elf, but this does not affect the determination of those young nobles to pursue Lucia, Lucia There are always a lot of noble young people who are proactive and courteous, especially at such a ball, she wears an exquisite evening dress, and cannot carry her sword of Homenquis with her, without the deterrence of the magic sword, Those noble youths all looked eager to try, and seemed to have enough energy to invite Lucia to dance.

It is impossible for Yingli and I to dance the first dance under Mrs. Manda's eyes, since Yingli's aunt, the great priest Angel Boulder, has expressed her attitude three years ago and sent Yingli back to the imperial capital to go to school.At this time, we must also consider Mrs. Manda's attitude. If we really do that and annoy Mrs. Manda, maybe Yingli will spend the rest of his study life in the elf world.

Of course, it is impossible for me to go to the crowd over there, kick the Prince of Wales away, and then hold Qige’s hand for the first dance without saying whether Wales will agree, those more or less exist The family facing the war between the planes will also decisively 'help' the Prince of Wales, and level me with a single pickaxe.

Lucia is considered the most popular person at the ball, depending on her beautiful appearance like a white elf woman.

As the music began to play, the crowd around the Prince of Wales gradually dispersed. Wales took Qige's hand and stepped onto the dance floor gracefully. The two danced on the dance floor, as if they had danced together countless times. , every beat, every movement is so skillful, and the coordination is so tacit.

Maybe everyone is used to Qige's cold face. Even in remote corners, no one complains about Qige. Perhaps in their eyes, the future princess-to-be next to the Prince of Wales has always been She is such a cold beauty.

Others may not see any communication between Welsh and Qiger during the first dance. In fact, from the beginning of the first dance, the two had some small disputes, but the two spoke in a very low voice , and no movement could be seen, the conversation between the two was completely swallowed by the sound of music.

When the dance music repeated the previous part, Prince Eric, the owner of the manor, walked into the dance floor gracefully holding his wife's slender hands.Immediately after were some noble gentlemen of great status, but their dancing partners were all beautiful ladies.

At this time, I ran to Mrs. Aliya as agreed, and Ying Li obediently walked back to Mrs. Manda. Standing behind Mrs. Manda, I still couldn’t help but take advantage of Mrs. Manda’s turn to talk. His eyes fell on me through the tumultuous crowd.When Ying Li saw Mrs. Aliya chatting with me, his expression was a bit complicated, but in order to deal with the questions that Mrs. Manda might ask at any time, Ying Li had to be careful and concentrate, and then he didn't look at me.

Whether it is the idea that men are superior to women in the Grimm Empire, or the imbalance of the male and female population in the Grimm Empire, and the huge population gap between boys and girls, this makes the men of the Grimm Empire always easy to be caught when they do something out of line. people forgive.On the other hand, the women of the empire would not have such power.

Obviously, the Green Empire has called for equality between men and women many times, but it has not helped women's rights.

Madam Aliya turned her head absently, chatting with the ladies, while looking into the dance floor, looking a little flustered and afraid.

A tall old man walked over wearing an exquisite and luxurious dress. His sideburns were gray on both sides, and his eyes released cold gazes like eagles. His imposing manner was extraordinary, and his walking posture was sonorous and powerful. Filled with disgust, he walked up to Mrs. Aliya with a strong aura, just like a superior watching his attendants, looking at Mrs. Aliya with an unquestionable gaze, and Stretched out his right hand.

It can be seen clearly from Mrs. Aliya's eyes that this old man is the godfather in Mrs. Aliya's population, Duke Ryan Busman.

Seeing Mrs. Aliya standing on the edge of the dance floor, showing a little hesitation, Duke Ryan's eyes sank slightly, and he reprimanded in a low and short voice: "Hurry up, don't waste time!"

The unquestionable tone made Mrs. Alia's body a little weak, and she stretched out her left hand involuntarily, trying to obey Earl Ryan's order. There was a struggling look in her eyes, which were covered with mist , looked at me with hesitation, and whispered to Duke Ryan: "Sorry, I don't want to dance with you!"

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, except for the sound of music, dancing steps and cheerful laughter from a distance, it seemed that all the surrounding sounds were silenced, Duke Ryan's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, cold Looking at Mrs. Aliya, he lowered his voice and scolded again: "Do you know what you are doing? Do you want to be punished at night?"

His eyes are like the eyes of a ferocious beast. When he stares at people, it feels like a knife is hanging above his head. If Mrs. Alia is not holding my arm, maybe she has already Sitting limply on the ground.

(End of this chapter)