Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 14 Prom
The ball was held at Earl Charlotte's house, which was not too close to the downtown area.

Ivan came in the afternoon.

He didn't want to come if he could.

But Sir Dorian's attitude is very firm, which is very different from his previous attitude of allowing himself to study medicine, and there may be some kind of inside story in it.

At this time, there is not much time left before the official start of the party, and several unknown men and women are playing games.

Ivan murmured: "The big shots aren't here? If the housekeeper hadn't kept urging me, I really wanted to wait until a second before the party started."

"Heh, every second you spend here is a waste of time. If you have this time to stay in this place, you might as well spend more time researching new medicines."

The new medicine refers to Rouzhiling powder.

He already knew about the properties of the powder, and the only thing that made Ivan feel a little worried was the ability of the powder to restore his body quickly.

The recovery of this drug does not depend on whether the patient is human or not, nor does it depend on the patient's physical condition.

As long as the dose is sufficient, even if it is sprinkled on a severed finger, a human head can grow.

clone.

And the top clone.

The men and women playing next to him suddenly spotted Ivan and greeted him: "Hey, people over there, join us, we just need someone to catch the ball."

Noisy.

Ivan felt that he had been affected, so he returned a cold look, turned his head and walked away.

The young master who called out felt that his face had been brushed off, and immediately wanted to catch up and teach him a lesson, but was stopped by others.

The two ladies next to them were afraid of causing trouble before the party started, so they took out their handkerchiefs, wiped Hua Ke's sweat, and comforted Hua Ke in a soft voice: "The other party just doesn't want to participate in the game, it's no big deal."

With the comfort of the two young ladies, Hua Ke felt much better.

But he cared about his face and still pretended to be angry.

"Hmph, I'm afraid he thinks that these are all small roles and don't deserve his respect. If that's the case, the name of Mr. de Treville should calm him down."

The two ladies were in disbelief: "De Treville?"

"Yes."

Seeing that the people around him were so surprised, Hua Ke showed a proud look.

He introduced how powerful and powerful Colonel de Treville was, and how deeply he was trusted by the king.

A man asked, "So what does this have to do with you?"

"Although I am not as good at martial arts as Count de Treville, I have been my idol since I was a child, and I almost regard him as my second father."

"Unfortunately, he is only my second father, not my real father."

"But things are not too bad, because my father has a very close personal relationship with him, and even has the experience of fighting side by side with him. Not many people know about this."

"Look, my father didn't attend the banquet. He must be drinking tea with His Excellency the Secretary-General."

The young ladies immediately showed favor and praised: "You should be respected for risking the country like this. It was really rude for that young man to leave without saying a word."

"It would be great if I could teach this kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth a lesson?"

"Don't worry, when we dance ballroom dancing later, let's go and stare at that kid together."

The promenade of Earl Charlotte's mansion is large and bright, comparable to the palaces in the capital.

The exterior wall is made of white stone from the banks of the Loire River, which is soft in texture. Although it often needs maintenance, the advantage is that it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Even if people lean on it, they won't feel the slightest stiff.

The string music is melodious.

The crowd began to become distinct.

A fair-looking woman walked up to him with small steps and made a standard curtsy.

The men next to them puffed out their chests, while the band played a low-key and cheerful beat.

Poitou Bolangli is a long-standing dance form.

It was first spread from the folk to the court, and the dance movements are also extremely simple.

Ivan's face was expressionless, his face was extremely flat, as if the person who was facing him now was not a young girl, but a priest with a wrinkled face in the church.

After the beat reaches the tenth, the two sides finish their greetings, and the fingertips touch but there is no need to hold to death.

Poitou Bolangli dance does not require the man to support the waist.

It expresses a kind of elegant and light affection, which is perfect for opening dance.

The woman who was swaying her body was flushed, and she found that the dance partner she had chosen was even more handsome than the one she saw from a distance before.

It's a pity, less than three seconds after the glances were made, Ivan threw her out and changed her partner again.

Maybe the woman hasn't noticed that today's repertoire is quite special, in addition to the basic dance moves, there is also a part of exchanging partners.

"Damn."

She stood still and cursed, and found a new partner to dance with.

No matter which country in Europa you are in, it is awkward and disrespectful to stand still while dancing, so it is best to keep your eyes open when you want to exchange partners in Poitou-Blans.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The ridicule of the onlookers was just a temporary thing, and the experienced dancers definitely knew how to resolve the embarrassment.

With the gradually accelerating rhythm of the lute, Schom's oboe, trumpet, and French horn immediately followed.It's obvious that the track has come to the more intense parts.

More and more people end up due to continuous changing of dance partners and untimely observation.

Don't skip chapters, otherwise you will be regarded as a rude person.

Ivan grabbed a young lady's hand, deliberately keeping a certain distance from the other's huge skirt.

"what happened?"

He suddenly noticed that there were several people surrounding him, their movements were a little malicious.

The leader held his head high while dancing, his eyes filled with silent anger, his expression was exactly the same as that of his spoiled stepmother.

Ivan has already recognized these people as the young people playing games in the garden, and he couldn't figure it out: "Strange, I don't seem to have messed with these people. Why do they have to surround me to trouble me? Do they have to show off and show themselves?" How well did you dance?"

"Isn't this ****?"

Maybe Ivan himself didn't notice that his handsome appearance, unsociable behavior, and elegant temperament actually made these juniors who claimed to be honorable underachievers somewhat jealous.

Coupled with the previous indifference to their invitation, the ignorant and aggressive young people spontaneously drove forward when someone with a heart provoked them a little.

"But since I've been targeted, I can't just sit still."

"If you want to mess with me, prepare to be beaten first."

Ivan's eyes became sharper, he pulled with one hand, and quickly jumped towards the center with his partner.

(End of this chapter)