You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

The last time he asked the witch to help make medicine, she was so angry that she ignored him for several days, and Sean never tried to coax her. This time she just complained briefly, and Sean immediately explained that he didn't ask her because he was too busy. Is she still the same guy who only knows how to make people angry?

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. It would be strange if there is no fishy thing if he is suddenly so patient with her.

Sean:

Why did he suddenly feel like he was being taken advantage of by his sister-in-law?

"If you have something to say, tell me now. I'm going to take a shower." Elviri said.

Seeing that his little trick of starting with a casual topic was discovered, Sean stopped pretending and said bluntly: "I want to borrow your family's name for a while."

Elviri immediately became alert: "What bad things are you planning to do?"

"Steal a painting." Sean didn't hide it from Elvira.

In the fictional "new world", only Elviri, Sopea and Kate are his real teammates.

Everyone else is just intelligence and "data".

"Whose painting is it?"

"Mr. Black's."

Sean said, "It is said that it was created by the first generation Saint Aolya, and it can help wizards below rank seven to improve their meditation depth."

Hearing the name "Oliya", Elviri frowned unconsciously. She didn't like this woman who was competing with her sister for a man, but she still tried to ask Sean calmly: "How do you want me to help you? Can I get there in time by plane now?"

"No, no," Sean said, "You just need to say hello to the Little Gist family, the organizer of the ball, in the name of your family, and ask them to let me in."

Elviri was puzzled: "Dance?"

Sean nodded: "The painting will be exhibited at the dance the day after tomorrow."

"What a strange way." Elviri didn't understand what the dance party had to do with the art exhibition, but she didn't ask much. Her focus was on Sean: "Are you planning to take action while the paintings are on display?"

Sean: “Yes.”

Fortunately, this is not reality, otherwise Elviri would have to teach people a lesson again. She complained: "Why do you always like to make a big deal out of things?"

Although she was not in Old Mondo City and did not know the specific situation of the ball, there were many ways to steal paintings, and doing it in public was definitely the most reckless one.

Fortunately, this was not the first time she met Sean, and she was already somewhat accustomed to Sean's style of doing things. After hesitating for a moment, she sighed and thought, forget it, let's make a fuss, it won't kill her anyway.

"What is the name of that family? Tell me the name again and I'll ask someone to contact them." Elviri said that even though no one in the family knew her anymore, as a direct descendant of the family who possessed the secret art of Seraph, she still had this power.

"Little Gist, a baron family." Sean said as he thought, since there is "Little" Gist, is there also "Big" Gist? Whether it is a person's name or a family name, it seems that only when there are duplicate names will the size of the name be distinguished?

Seeing that Elviria was willing to help, Sean thought the matter was settled, but he didn't expect the girl to suddenly react.

"Wait, that's not right."

Elviri realized belatedly and said, "You used my family's name to cause trouble. If something goes wrong, wouldn't they come after our Seraph family in the end?"

Sean said in a doting tone, "Look at what you said. What is the relationship between us? I am yours. Why do we need to distinguish between your family and my family?"

Elvira:

......

Why is this guy doing this again?

What does it mean that everyone belongs to her?

Elvira couldn't help but feel annoyed by the constant mention of "family".

Because she really likes it.

"This will never happen again!"

With a blush on her cheeks, she warned Sean: "This time it's just the Baron family. You can make a fuss if you want, but don't provoke the Duke, or I won't be able to help you."

"Don't worry, I will only use the identity of the Seraph family when entering the scene, and I won't do it when taking action." Sean said.

The painting was stolen for himself, and he represented Carl Black and Black City.

"Okay, you should be careful about what you do." Elviri warned, "Don't go too far. Mental trauma is very uncomfortable."

Sean: "Hey, Miss Flame Crow, are you concerned about me?"

"Beep, beep, beep—"

Elviri hung up the phone directly.

Who cares about an asshole who only cares about making people angry?

Sean couldn't help laughing as he listened to the busy tone on the phone. He found that he didn't understand his former self anymore.

Why did he ignore such a lovely sister-in-law?

Sean checked the time. It was just before eleven o'clock at night.

Elviri's efficiency was as high as ever. Only half an hour later, the person in charge of the ball received a call from the head of the family himself.

"Chief, it's so late, is there something urgent?" asked the person in charge.

"It's urgent." The clan leader said in a serious tone, "The Seraph family will come to the dance party the day after tomorrow. You must entertain them well on behalf of the clan."

The person in charge was shocked: "What, the Seraphim family is coming?"

"They are not planning to come, they have already come." The clan leader said, "They passed by our Old Mondo City and heard that the paintings of the first generation saint would be exhibited at the ball. They were very interested, but because they did not have an invitation letter, they called me specially."

"Understood." The person in charge immediately became serious. He had already fallen asleep, but when he heard the word "Seraphim", he became alert and sat up straight. He said, "Please rest assured, clan leader. I will definitely leave a perfect impression on them for the family!"

There were countless levels of class between the Baron and the Grand Duke, and they would normally have no intersection at all, as one was too busy and the other was not worthy. This time, he had a rare opportunity to come into contact with the real top nobles of the empire, and he would certainly do his best to make the other party remember the name of the Little Gist family.

Seeing that he was so sensible, the clan leader felt very relieved: "I have always been optimistic about you, I hope you won't let me down this time."

"Thank you for your trust, Chief." The person in charge paused and said, "By the way, Chief, do you know their names?"

"Sean Nix Seraphina." said the patriarch.

Person in charge: “What does he look like?”

He needs to know the name and appearance before he can pick someone up.

This question stumped the patriarch.

Because he had asked the other party the same question when he received the call. The patriarch thought for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't imagine what Sean looked like, so he was silent for a moment and repeated the facial features that the other party told him, "He is very handsome."

principal:"?"

Chapter 121 "Two-Way Scam" (Subscribe~)

It was the first time that the person in charge heard the word "teacher" used to describe facial features.

To be honest, it's a bit abstract.

But the people of the Seraph family did say so, and the person in charge had no choice but to open his eyes and look for it based on his feelings.—..—

And the other end.

bar.

After Sean and Eleanor left, Tony and the others were still drinking.

They didn't actually go out to play as they said they would, but instead continued to discuss how to get into the dance.

"No, I'm still worried."

"What if Sean's so-called identity doesn't work, then wouldn't our trip here be in vain?" Tony said. He thought about it over and over again, but still felt that something was not right. The main reason was that Sean didn't seem to have an "identity". If he did, why would he come to Black City?

Black City is a place that takes in homeless and heartbroken wizards. If one really has a status and is able to make a living in the outside world, he or she generally will not come to Black City. Moreover, even if a little wizard of rank three really has a status, how high can it be?

But don't tell him that Sean is the son of a high-ranking noble who has been stranded away. It's a different era now and that kind of thing is no longer popular.

"So what do you want to do?" Johnson asked.

Without waiting for Tony to answer, Ryan put down his glass and said, "I suggest that we make more preparations. Obviously, he is not too confident about Sean.

The reason is simple. Wizards almost never trust people of lower rank than themselves.

Besides, this matter is not a trivial matter. Being stopped from entering the dance party is the least of my worries. I am just worried about my identity.

As a result, no one came back. This was no joke. They only had one life, and they had to keep it to assassinate the saint.

"Let's just do what we have to do tomorrow," Tony said. "As we said before, find a way to get a few invitations back."

Johnson hesitated: “Wouldn’t this be a bad idea?

After all, they had already agreed to give the ball qualification to Sean. If they continued to act privately, it would appear that they did not trust Sean, which would be detrimental to unity.

In fact, Johnson felt it was a bit unkind that they waited until Sean and Eleanor left before discussing this matter.

"I say, Arsen, this is what you did wrong." Tony began to teach him a lesson. He said seriously, "Do you know what is the most important thing in life?"

"It's honesty!"

"We don't trust him in the first place, so isn't it reasonable for us to find a solution ourselves?"

"Besides, although we are a team, it is common knowledge that a team of three has four groups, and we don't want to cause trouble or be a traitor. Aren't we doing this so that everyone can enter Eve's Mansion smoothly the day after tomorrow?"

“Our goals are the same.”

Tony said with reason: "So there is nothing wrong with this. On the contrary, we are doing this to cover Sean. If anything unexpected happens, he will have to thank us."

Johansen:

That seems to be the case?

"Let's decide it." Tony made the decision. "Anyway, according to Sean, tomorrow is also a free day. We can do whatever we want, right?"

"Let's compete with him and see whether he, a rank three, is more powerful or we, rank six, are more capable."

Tony opened the last bottle of beer and poured it for the two of them: "Come on, finish this bottle and then we'll go. Have a good night's rest and get enough energy so you can work better tomorrow."

When Sean said that it was a rare occasion for everyone to get together and they should have fun, he was a little tempted. Since they were in a bar, maybe he could find a pretty girl to have an in-depth conversation about the wonderful phenomenon of frictional electricity in mysticism.

But now he has changed his mind.

Keep steady first, don't waste time.

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

He is very serious about doing his work.

Besides, aren’t the girls at the dance party more attractive than those in the bar?

Ryan gave Tony a smirk.

Sometimes he was quite curious.

Why are the people around me always so confident?

Sean and Tony, do they really think it's easy to get into the dance and pick up girls?

He soon realized that there was a reason why Tony was so confident.

He really has the confidence.

After the four of them returned to the hotel, they took a shower and went to bed. They got up very early the next day without telling Sean and Eleanor. After having breakfast, they started to act quietly.

According to the agreement, they also have to "rely on their own abilities."

Everyone gets the invitation in their own way.

It's not necessary to compete, but it's more efficient to act separately. You can also give full play to your personal talents without worrying about being laughed at by others. For example, Ryan chose to go to a high-end restaurant to look for "prey".

Even though he seldom speaks and is silent most of the time, as if he is not good at communicating with others, he is actually very eloquent, at least that is what Ryan himself thinks.

He went to the mall and bought a high-end suit at public expense, got his hair done, and dressed himself up nicely. Then he raised his head at a proud angle of 14 degrees, strode into the restaurant with a mature and polite smile, and came to a lady who was dining alone.

"Oh, lady, has anyone ever told you that you are as beautiful as a rose blooming in a wheat field on a farm?

It’s so fascinating.”

lady:"..-"

She rolled her eyes and said, "If you don't know how to use metaphors, don't use them. Who has roses in the wheat field on their farm?

Since it is called a wheat field, it must be used to grow wheat.

Ryan smiled slightly: "You are right, this is exactly what I want to say, there should be no roses in the wheat fields on the farm, just like there should be no beautiful lady like you in this vulgar world, so I saw you at first sight."

The lady was slightly satisfied and raised her eyes to look at the strange place.

I didn't expect this guy to be so cultured and speak so nicely.