Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

Chapter 37 The time to come has finally come

Alphonse finally understood the subtext of Emeranda's words.

Her father was a noble with a false title, only a title and no territory.

So you took the initiative to strike up a conversation because you were eyeing the position of the Baroness?

Don’t you know that the Cold Wind Territory is very barren?
  But maybe she doesn't care either.

Nobility with a false title cannot be hereditary. As the child of a businessman, it is considered a high achievement to marry a noble who owns a territory.

But Alphonse never thought of relying on marriage to obtain financial assistance.

"Oh, what then?"

This sentence made the smile on Emeranda's face freeze, but it was only for a moment that she maintained her sweet smile.

"I don't know if I have the honor to be invited by you, Lord Baron, to the upcoming ball. I sincerely hope to dance with you."

This is very straightforward.

Alphonse didn't mind dancing with the girl who had the courage to strike up a conversation, even if she had other thoughts. After all, this was not an excessive request. The problem was that she couldn't do it.

"I can not dance."

It's not a lie. His predecessor didn't study it seriously. He was also very self-aware and never dared to make an invitation to a noble lady.

On every occasion like this, he would drink silently at the dining table and look enviously at the crowd on the dance floor.

When he was drunk, he actually had the experience of holding the air while practicing. He followed the dance steps he saw and walked around awkwardly for a few times.

If she really played, the insteps of both of Emeranda's feet would probably be swollen.

It’s better not to show your shame.

Emeranda was still smiling sweetly, but her big eyes were full of embarrassment and embarrassment.

"Hug, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I wish you, Lord Baron, a pleasant night."

After saying this, Emeranda finally couldn't hold it back and ran away in a hurry.

Alphonse didn't care, she probably hated herself deep down in her heart.

I thought that by sending away Imelanda, I would be able to get some peace of mind, but I didn't expect that it only took a while.

Feilun brought several noble young masters together again.

These people still know their names in the memory of their predecessors, and they are all dandies headed by Faerun.

It's just that tonight, Alphonse became the center of attention, stealing the limelight from Faerun, the master.

The noble young masters toasted repeatedly in the name of congratulating Alphonse on inheriting the title.

Alphonse doesn't refuse anyone who comes, and I'll drink it if you respect him.

I deliberately wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Faerun's gourd.

He was so enthusiastic and attentive.

As soon as the drink entered his stomach, he used his true energy to force it out from the fingertips behind his back.

Not to mention wine, even if it was white wine with a much higher alcohol content, Alphonse could still drink a thousand glasses.

Not long after, the faces of the noble young masters surrounding him were red, and their words were even more wild.

Alphonse didn't want to show any trace, so he quietly made a move, and his whole face suddenly turned as red as Guan Gong, looking like he was drunk after drinking.

Fearon snapped his fingers, and an attendant immediately came over with a bottle to refill the wine.

The goblet in Alphonse's hand was naturally more than half filled.

As soon as the bright red wine entered his mouth, Alphonse felt something was wrong. It had some very subtle odor. If you didn't taste it carefully, you really couldn't detect it.

It's not like the smell of psychedelic drugs when I first crossed over. It's a different kind of drug.

Feren is indeed harboring evil intentions, and the fox's tail is now exposed!

The true energy in the body was already boiling, gathering in the esophagus and stomach. The innate formless magic power is most afraid of foreign objects intruding into the body, so how can it allow this wine containing medicinal liquid to enter the body.

The energy just circulated around, and Alphonse didn't even feel anything strange, and he returned to normal.

However, you still have to pretend.

Alphonse's mind raced and he made a decision in an instant.

It was impossible for Feilun to poison himself in public, and besides, the noble young men around him also drank from the bottle of wine. If he guessed correctly, he should have been drugged.

After only a few minutes, I saw several people staggering around, unable to stand firmly.

Alphonse also stumbled, put one hand on the dining table, made a full gesture, and shook his head in a daze, as if to drive the drunkenness out of his mind.

Fearon helped Alphonse, and the smile on his face became brighter, "Here comes someone!"

Immediately an attendant ran forward.

"Baron Tartarus is drunk. Send him to the guest room to rest." Fearon ordered the attendant.

Alphonse almost leaned on the attendant, letting him support him, and walked out of the banquet hall through the side door.

Secretly, he remembered the path of travel in his mind.

When they arrived at the guest room, the attendant carefully supported Alphonse, took off his coat with some difficulty, and put it aside.

He opened the quilt on the bed again, put Alphonse on the bed, took off his riding boots, and covered him with the quilt.

Then he picked up his coat and hung it on the coat rack in the corner of the room.

After everything was done, he walked out and closed the door.

Throughout the whole process, he didn't do anything special, he just fulfilled his obligations as a servant.

Alphonse lay on the soft silk quilt, full of doubts.

What is Faerun trying to charm him for?
  There was a slight sound in the distance, as if the door was opening and closing, and there was more than one sound.

This row is full of guest rooms, and those "drunk" aristocratic young men should have been sent here as well.

No movement was heard in the room next door, which seemed to be empty.

Soon, silence fell.

Only the candlelight on the silver candlestick was left flickering in the room.

Alphonse thought in his mind that Faerun would not drug him for no reason. He must have other plans and there would definitely be follow-up actions.

Although I felt unhappy, I could only wait quietly.

After a while, the sound of soft footsteps reached my ears, and they were almost outside the door.

coming!

Alphonse quickly closed his eyes.

With a "click" sound, the door was pushed open, and a person cautiously stepped into the guest room and closed the door gently.

Alphonse opened his eyes quietly.

It was Emeranda who entered the guest room.

"Lord Baron, Lord Baron." Emeranda called softly twice.

Seeing that Alphonse was still asleep on the bed, Emeranda breathed a sigh of relief and placed the two items she was holding tightly in her hands on the round table nearby.

Alphonse peeked again at the two things that Emeranda had put down.

One is a small round and flat brown bottle, about the size of a ping pong ball. The material looks like it is carved from ore, with strange textures, and a metal rim is inlaid at the junction of the bottle mouth.

The other one was a small incense burner, only slightly different in shape from Alphonse's.

Alphonse was already full of doubts. Why was it that Feren was fascinated by him, but it was Imelanda who came?

What is the relationship between them?
  A thought flashed through her mind, could she be thinking...
  (End of this chapter)