mage's dating rules

Chapter 138 Of course there must be some court drama at the end

Rosalie was tired of the never-ending social rhetoric.

In fact, during the dance, the nobles got news one after another, knowing that the banquet was an act of deceiving the enemy.

But no one left the field. In fact, after knowing that this was an act of deceiving the enemy, the nobles worked harder to spy on the information.

Of course, the dandies of the nobles don't care about the pressure of orcs, they only care about whether Rosalie's fiancé has any plans to change her fiancé after she runs away.

And if the rain stops later, do you have any plans to play hide-and-seek in the yard?

Mrs. Williams has a courtyard that is not inferior to any great aristocrat, and there will naturally be a well-designed maze inside. During the normal dance process, boys and girls will play hide-and-seek in this maze.

The young masters and ladies like this game, not because they are still childlike, but because they can do things that they can't do normally in the undisturbed maze.

Every time the hide-and-seek ends, the clothes of the young masters and ladies will become less tidy. They will say that they were hung by the branches protruding from the side when they were chasing in the maze.

But how could there be such a thing as unpruned branches in a labyrinth carefully tended by gardeners and other servants.

The aristocrats turned a blind eye to such things, and it may be that they first learned the mysteries of life in such occasions when they were young.

Rosalie never took part in hide-and-seek, but only watched on the terrace who got together with whom, who was faster than who, and which lady who looked quiet and quiet was actually dissatisfied with her desires and played with several people at the same time .

Of course, playing hide and seek.

Now, Rosalie really has the urge to slap them in the face of the young masters' straightforward inquiries.

So she did.

The one who was drawn was Bilford, the grandson of the Duke of Connaught. He covered his face and looked frightened.

Rosalie roared loudly: "My current identity is Monrovia's special envoy to participate in the mission of saving the world! After tonight's battle is over, I will set off with the team! If the team fails, the whole world will end!

"And I may die in the adventure!"

Bilford said tremblingly: "Then... then just experience it! No regrets!"

He looked like he wanted to look down, but he didn't dare to look.

Rosalie: "Hmph! Even if I want to find someone without regrets, I won't find someone like you! The captain of the rescue team, the mage of the single-named king, is wise and brave, and he is from a famous family. You look good with crooked melons and split dates! Look at his height and muscles, and then look at you!
"Where did you get the confidence to introduce yourself in front of me? I heard comments about you from my best friend, saying that you are 'small and cute'."

Bilfour broke down, crying and ran to the adults, only to find that his grandfather, the Duke of Connaught, was not there—of course the Duke also participated in the organization and scheduling of tonight, how could he be there.

So "little brother" ran out of the ballroom crying.

Rosalie was still angry, and pointed at a group of noble young masters and shouted: "Look at you! The king is also, at most 19 years old! He has killed the emperor of a country, the lich, and the envoy of Lamashtu The experience of others can already write three ballads of bards!
"Tonight is the fourth song! Look at you again, you are dressed like dogs, but you have nothing but clothes!
"And you, my dear girlfriends, listen to what you usually say, can you have some insight?
"The lady of the nobleman in the legendary story is a top conspirator, the de facto spy chief behind the nobleman! And what about you? Let you think of a plan, and if you can come up with a plan to detonate the dung heap, you will already be on fire Fragrant!"

Some of the noble ladies exclaimed: "Dung heap? Hohohohohohohohohahahaha!"

This guy probably thought the dung heap was a joke.

But it’s not, this plane doesn’t have a systematic technology to deal with feces, so the feces are all piled up in a pit, no matter in the countryside or in the city.

The dung heaps that are piled up create methane or something that can really explode.

In the history of Monrovia, as many as 10 nobles were killed by dung pile explosions.

Rosalie looked at the one who was laughing wildly with a face full of words, and couldn't help but lower her head and support her forehead, but she adjusted immediately.

"All in all, I finally get it now. Looking at you I finally get it, just by going on a journey, I can be completely free from the disgusting, disgusting social scene!

"At the beginning, I was very disdainful of the task given by my father, but when I thought about it carefully, wouldn't it be a good thing to conceive the child of such an outstanding mage? Compared to sleeping in the bed of some unknown cowardly nobleman, sleeping Wouldn't it be better in the hero's bed?

"I'm going on a long journey, and I'm going to bid farewell to this cage forever, forever!"

After finishing her illogical speech, Rosalie was out of breath, and at this moment, the door opened.

An orderly rushed to the emperor, but the emperor shouted, "Just say that! Louder!"

The messenger immediately stood still and shouted: "Report! The city wall observation station saw a fire in the direction of the orc camp!"

The emperor waved: "Let's go, we know!"

After the orderly ran away, the whole ballroom was silent.

The musicians in the orchestra pit and the bard standing behind the loudspeaker equipment did not dare to make a sound, and looked at Rosalie anxiously.

Rosalie took a few deep breaths. At this time, a noble lady came up to comfort her: "I know you are not happy about being ordered to combine with an adventurer..."

Rosalie stared at the girl in surprise: "Where did you hear that I was upset with the king? He has a problem with his mind, but he is very smart and profound, and he will never let you talk about all kinds of knowledge." People are boring.

"I can listen to him for three days and three nights!"

Miss Noble: "But, isn't it necessary to take a risk and sleep in the open? It must be very hard, right?"

"Maybe, but I think Elizabeth who has been with them for a while—the future princess of Kuusania—is in good shape. She is beautiful, and her skin is fairer than mine!
"It's better to risk living and sleeping than listening to uninformed dandies in a salon! A thousand times better!
"I wasn't looking forward to taking risks, but now I'm looking at these things at the dance!"

Rosalie pointed to the trembling young masters huddled together.

"I think it's a good adventure! At least there won't be such people staring at me on the way of adventure! You look at them, you don't even dare to take aim, but the king is just staring at you dignifiedly! You can even reach out touch!"

A young master felt wronged and said, "Is it wrong if we don't look at it?"

At this time the gate opened again, and the orderly shouted: "Urgent report!"

Bernal, who was eating melons, waved his hand: "Speak!"

Orderly: "The flames are expanding! The flames of the orc camp lit up half the sky even under such heavy rain! It's magic or alchemy flames!"

Fires created by magic or alchemy cannot be extinguished with water.Some professional alchemists even add ingredients that can make water burn in the blazing glue. The more water is poured on this flame, the more intense it will burn.

Bernal: "Is there any movement in other orc camps?"

Orderer: "Some camps lit a small amount of fire, presumably there is a small-scale battle."

Bernal: "Well, it's the shadow thieves and the necromancers fighting."

He turned to the nobles: "Don't worry, everything is under control. Let's continue watching my daughter's performance. Mr. Villefort, why are you sweating so much?"

The Duc de Villefort wiped his perspiration with a wet towel, which was probably more wet than his brow, to no avail.

Villefort: "Your Majesty beep beep beep beep! Orcs...the orcs are very cunning, they...they..."

Bernal: "Would you forge letters of surrender written by the loyal nobles of the empire to drive a wedge between the emperor and his ministers?"

Villefort: "Yes! Oh no! No! How could an orc have such an IQ hahahaha..."

Bernal smiled and said: "Yes. But don't worry, in such a chaotic situation, any letters would have been burned by a fire. Don't worry."

As he spoke, he patted the Duke's shoulder lightly, and straightened the ribbon on the Duke's dress that was used to hang their family's ancestral medals.

After finishing speaking, Bernal turned around and said to Rosalie: "I'm glad you figured it out, my daughter. However, it was me who was already insane who ordered you to conceive the master's child. However, under the master's guidance, I'll be fine right away.

"No, my daughter, you don't need to be in a hurry to get pregnant with the master's child. After all, I have heard about the master's wonderful love standards. Your task is to have a real relationship with him, a love that meets his standards.

"The information I got is that the master will upgrade his love object and help her obtain eternity."

All the nobles present, especially those with gray hair, widened their eyes when they heard "eternity".

Bernal ignored the nobles and stared at his daughter: "My daughter, go and get eternity."

Rosalie pinched the corner of her skirt, lifted it lightly, and saluted her father: "I will follow your holy will."

At this time, the door opened again: "Report!"

This time the messenger seemed to be one of the ones who came to report the previous few times. He directly shouted: "The prince reported back with a sound transmission stone. The orc overlord is dead, and the orc alliance has disintegrated! Our army has won a complete victory!"

At this time, the reactions of the people in the venue were divided into two types.

The young people were all cheering. Although they had just been sprayed by Rosalie, it didn't stop them from being happy about the news.

The situation with adults is more subtle.

Many people, like the Duc de Villefort, began to sweat.

Bernal looked at these people and sneered: "It seems that you have some little secrets. I don't know if you want to share it with me?"

The great nobles looked at each other.

Bernal then turned to the ladies and snapped his fingers at Mrs. Williams.

Mrs. Williams nodded, then looked at her husband.

The big businessman Williams immediately raised his hand and clapped three times.

All the doors of the ballroom opened at the same time, and the chamber of commerce's private soldiers in full armor opened the doors and rushed in, aiming the shining crossbow at the nobles present.

The Duc de Villefort trembled: "What does this mean, Your Majesty?"

Bernal: "Have you noticed that none of my confidantes, those trusted nobles, came tonight? Ah? Can't you even notice this detail with your fat heads?"

Villefort said angrily: "The withdrawal of the title requires the approval of the Imperial Council!"

Bernal took out a sound transmission stone: "Brad, tell us about your discovery."

Bai Ruide's voice came from the sound transmission stone: "Your Majesty, you can't imagine how big my discovery is. There are two hundred letters of communication with the enemy, two hundred letters. Are there 200 nobles above the Marquis of the Empire?"

Bernal: "Come back quickly, change into clean clothes, and come to Mrs. Williams. A big show is about to begin."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Rhett replied.

Bernal put away the sound transmission stone, glanced at the dukes, then turned to Mr. Williams and said, "Thank you for your assistance, and you will get what you want if you reward yourself afterward."

Williams bowed, then glanced at his wife and added: "Remember the border uncle of Bradford, he has always supported the reform of the imperial system."

Bernal nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)