Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

Chapter 36 The girl who takes the initiative to strike up a conversation

Feilun's face was straight, his smile faded, and he said seriously, "This is not right for you. If you want to offend him, don't blame me for letting you leave!"

"I'm sorry, I know what to do." The noble young master quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. If he was driven out by Faerun and something so embarrassing happened, he would not be able to raise his head in the circle.

Several people around him had the same thoughts, and he didn't understand why Faerun valued that country bumpkin Alphonse so much.

At this moment, the attendant outside the hall shouted loudly, "Baron Tartarus enters!"

All eyes were focused on the door of the banquet hall.

After all, the announcement sound was different. The others who came were all the eldest son, second son, or young lady of the XXX family.

But Alphonse is a powerful lord who already has a title, and is much stronger than everyone here.

With shouts, Alphonse walked into the banquet hall.

All the noble young masters and ladies were stunned.

He is still the same person, but in the past Alphonse always wanted to pretend to be aristocratic, but he was a little timid, and always had a flattering smile on his face.

Now his appearance has changed, his stern look seems to carry an indescribable majesty, and even his walking posture is full of power.

Can there be no majesty? Alphonse was in a high position in his previous life, and his aura naturally showed when he became serious.

As the leader of a religion, Sifang steps naturally walks smoothly, unlike the little fresh meat in some costume dramas in modern society, who staggers every step of the way and has no manners.

As for the cold face, it was because I had been practicing internal energy for a day, and I was already very angry and irritable. As I was almost done, the side effects were even more obvious.

"Welcome! My friend!" Fearon put down his wine glass, smiled and came forward, opened his arms, and gave Alphonse a warm hug.

"I'm late, sorry." Alphonse smiled back, but he was muttering in his heart.

Just outside the banquet hall, I heard voices coming from inside.

The Qi has become stronger, and the five senses have become much sharper. When someone mentions his name, he will always pay more attention.

Indeed, he could vaguely hear Feren speaking for him, could he still be suspicious of him?

"It's not too late." Feilun smiled extraordinarily warmly, and without him having to say hello, an attendant walked over with a tray in his eyes.

Fearon took a glass of wine from the tray, handed it to Alphonse, and led him to the dining table, "After inheriting the title, your whole temperament is different."

"I feel nothing has changed." Alphonse replied with a smile.

"Of course you can't feel it yourself." Feren raised his glass, "For the sake of our friendship, let's drink first."

Alphonse held the goblet, clinked it with his glass, and took a sip.

Sour, sweet, and slightly astringent.

It doesn't really taste good.

There is no need to drink it all in one gulp.

"You came all the way here, you must be hungry, right? Eat something first?" Feilun greeted.

"Okay." Alphonse felt hungry indeed. He hurried out early in the morning and didn't stop on the way. He ate some bread and jerky at noon.

There are waiters at the table, cutting the meat for the guests.

Alphonse did not intend to be polite, and pointed out a few meat dishes. After the waiter had cut them, he took the plate, picked up his fork, and forked a few slices of red sausage and a fried egg, filling a full plate.

This behavior made everyone who paid attention to him couldn't help but secretly curse.

Hillbillies are hillbillies, and still so rude! Alphonse doesn’t care about aristocratic behavior, filling his stomach is more important.

"How have you been during this time?" Fearon asked.

"It's okay." Alphonse replied while chewing his food.

"I heard that you and Miss Monica broke off your engagement?"

"Yes." Alphonse nodded.

There were some doubts in my heart. I didn't tell anyone about the break-up of the engagement. No one knew about it except my mother and Mia. How did Feilun hear about it?
  Could it be that the Swood family spread the news?
  Feilun showed a mysterious smile and lowered his voice, "Look at the ladies here. Which one do you like? I will match you."

"Not interested." At this time, Alphonse just hoped that Ferran would go away quickly and not disturb his meal.

As the host, what does it mean to hold a dinner party and squat next to me all the time?
  But if you don't reach out to hit the smiling man, he still has to answer the questions, which is very troublesome.

Another shout sounded outside the hall, "The eldest son of the Austa family, Lord Hilde Austa, enters!"

Hearing this announcement, Feren raised his eyebrows and said, "Sorry, excuse me first."

"You go ahead and don't worry about me." Alphonse heard that this last name seemed familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that it was the backstage of his family's creditor, the Earl of Aosta's family.

Looking over, Hilde was a fat, white man about 1.6 meters tall, and his clothes were quite gorgeous.

Looking at Feilun's enthusiastic appearance, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as a good dancer.

Alphonse didn't pay much attention, and no one paid any attention to him, which was just convenient for him to enjoy his meal.

Although the cooking techniques in this other world are not as good as those in the Central Plains, they still have a unique flavor.

Everything tastes delicious when you're hungry.

Suddenly, a girl wearing a light pink dress walked forward with a wine glass.

Alphonse just thought she was going to get food and stepped aside.

However, the girl put down her wine glass at the dining table, held up both sides of her long skirt, and bowed slightly towards Alphonse.

"It's an honor to meet you. I come from the Sykes family. My name is Emeranda."

Alphonse was very sure that he did not know this petite aristocratic girl, and he had no memory of seeing her.

After taking a closer look, Imelanda's appearance was not bad. She looked quite sweet and cute, but there was a bit of coquettishness between her eyebrows. Her thick eyelashes flapped briskly like butterfly wings when her eyes flickered. .

Her evening dress is unique, light and graceful, extending to the ground, slightly revealing her fair shoulders. The cuffs hit just under her shoulders, framing her skin like a sculpture.

The neckline presents a V-shape, which is not too low and cleverly outlines the charm of the inner curves, making people dream about it.

It seems to be exposed but not exposed, but it makes people want to find out more.

She is a very charming girl with the right combination of innocence and charm.

It's just that in Alphonse's eyes, it's not like he's never seen a beautiful woman before.

The wives in the previous life were all beauties carefully selected by the Six Meridians of the Holy Sect. Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum were good at winning each other, and none of them was extraordinary in beauty.

It's not like he looks like a pig when he sees a pretty girl.

"Hello." Alphonse held the plate, not intending to return the favor.

Emeranda smiled reservedly, "Our family is not well-known. My father, Baron Sykes, is a businessman."

(End of this chapter)