Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 80 Followers’ loyalty is priceless

The middle-aged nobleman's movements were frozen in mid-air, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move even half a minute.

He just looked at the other party with leisurely eyes: "Your Excellency! I'm curious how much you can add?"

"you…"

The middle-aged noble suddenly sobered up from his drunkenness, with a trace of shock and anger flashing in his eyes. Being in a dilemma in front of everyone is not a pleasant feeling. Instinctively, I wanted to break free, but found that I couldn't do it at all, so I had to soften my attitude and fight.

"The future life is terrible! Please forgive me for being reckless..."

The huge mental power faded away like a tide, and the middle-aged noble took back his hand and retreated hastily.

The dramatic conflict came to an end, as if it were just an insignificant episode. The banquet resumed, and the waiters continued to spread various fresh foods on the human body.

Tai'an returned to his seat and sat with Greenfield. He didn't move his chopsticks from beginning to end, he just sipped the red wine slowly and slowly, which was out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.

"The successor to Blue Rose is not an easy person! Baron Blaze is an elite level master, but he can't even resist."

"Are you kidding me..."

"At least, it is impossible for an elite-level spell caster to restrain an elite-level warrior, even though the opponent may be drunk and unable to exert much of his strength..."

Iska sat unsteadily next to Tai'an: "Dear brother-in-law, it seems that I have underestimated you! However, if you do this, you must be mentally prepared to offend others..."

"It's okay!" Tai'an disagreed. Anyway, Blue Rose's foundation is not in the royal capital, so she will probably leave.

As for the value of force, compared to the nobles of the imperial capital, the northern nobles of the same level are ahead in all aspects.

On the side, Greenfield had a complicated expression, suddenly realizing that his fiancé might be far stronger than him.

The specific situation can be inferred from the words of people around you.

"Blue Rose Family, I have admired you for a long time! I admire you for a long time!" The young man with brown curly hair who came up to chat with her clapped softly as he walked: "My lord, the Bellander family, Lesser, it seems that you are interested in the woman just now?"

Tai'an said with a cold face: "I thought it was a serious banquet! It's harmless to eat, drink and dance. What do you mean by arranging this?"

"We are just giving this debt-ridden woman a chance to make money. We are much more merciful than you think..."

The brown-haired young man deliberately made a statement, fell into a state of self-movation, and even thought he was very noble?

"Just tell me what you have to say! Be more cheerful!" Shota looked impatient.

"No problem." The corners of Lesser's mouth raised slightly: "I wonder, Aglaia, if you are willing to change hands?"

"Aglaia is a follower of Blue Rose, not a slave." Tai'an expressed his attitude without hesitation.

"That's right! You are right. I need you to give up your right to own Aglaia. In return, you will get all the human body sales contracts present, with a maximum ten-year statute of limitations stipulated by law." Lesser looked confident. Issue conditions.

"Are you kidding?" Tai'an narrowed his eyes dangerously, releasing a huge sense of mental oppression: "You are not asking for a person, but the reputation of the Blue Rose family. I can guarantee that no one in the entire kingdom dares to speak like this."

"Your Excellency, please calm down. I have no intention of trampling on Blue Rose's honor. If you think the price is not enough, feel free to offer a price."

Lesser raised his hands to show no harm, and stepped back with a sneer. On the surface, the strength and power are inferior to others, and tit-for-tat is the stupidest approach.

"The loyalty of followers is priceless, and I don't want anyone to discuss this matter again." Tai'an's tone was righteous and his words were resounding.

After a series of performances, it is inevitable to attract the attention of the opposite sex in the room. The eyes of all the noble girls showed brilliance.

It's another round of dating and chatting. This time, in addition to attracting some beautiful women and ladies, the proportion of girls of the same age has increased intuitively.

They hid in the dark and carefully looked at Shota's appearance, whispering to each other shyly. Although he looks a bit immature, it's mostly due to his age. No one doubts that he will become a first-class handsome guy in the future!

Lying in the dining car, Guo Zhi felt complicated and lost, staring at Tai'an's face from the corner of his eye.

The person Aglaia declared her allegiance to was the heir to the Blue Rose family.

The two lines that had nothing to do with each other suddenly intertwined, and she had mixed feelings for a moment.

Why didn't luck come to me?
Aglaia successfully found a big tree to protect her from the wind and rain, but she could only face her tragic fate.

Just because Aglaia is more beautiful? The preserved fruit is unwilling to accept it.

More and more people gathered around her to enjoy the delicious food.

Tai'an's unintentional move pushed the yellow-haired girl to the forefront.

"The proportions of the body are really good! No wonder my little friend is so fond of her."

"Tsk tsk..."

At this moment, another focus of the banquet was in the private room on the second floor.

The flower of the Violet Art Academy, Liadrin accompanied a group of nobles to a banquet. Wearing a white dress and high heels, she has a beautiful angelic face. As elegant as a white swan, she walked leisurely among the heirs of various noble families. Even if you are occasionally treated with frivolous behavior, you just smile politely and don't care.

Many nobles are more willing to send their daughters to the Violet Art Academy to learn aristocratic etiquette to cultivate their temperament, or to learn art to cultivate their sentiments.

After all, becoming a warrior is very hard work. Few women can endure the rigors of training day after day.

If your hand keeps swinging the sword, calluses will grow on the tiger's mouth. As your legs continue to run, your slender legs will become rough, and the cortex on your heels will also thicken. An independent and self-reliant female swordsman is far less popular with men than a delicate and delicate noble girl.

Liadrin's father, Viscount Ron de Witt, was deeply convinced of this, and despite his daughter's objections, he forcibly arranged for her to enter the Art Academy, with the intention of making friends with higher-level powerful figures.

"Dear Duke Nanshi! Your arrival has made this place shine." Sis Solomon bowed deeply to the old man who occupied the top position.

Grand Duke Vagehar of Nanshi was dressed in bright red attire, with his silver-gray curly hair carefully combed. He nodded casually to express his approval, and his eyes remained on the white swan in the center of the dance floor.

Even though he was used to seeing beautiful women, Grand Duke Nanshi had to admit that Liadrin had a gorgeous and outstanding beauty. The beautiful and moving figure constantly stirred up his lonely heart.

After another dance ended, Liadrin picked up the hem of her skirt, bowed slightly to the surrounding nobles, and slowly left the stage after receiving warm applause.

"Not bad!" Grand Duke Nanshi nodded in affirmation and looked around with turbid eyes: "You are so youthful! You guys have more fun than I did when I was young."

"Grand Duke Nanshi, thank you!" Lesser bowed respectfully and lowered his posture: "You are still young now."

"Yes! I'm not old yet!" Grand Duke Nanshi shook his stiff neck, stood up with the handle of the chair, walked to Liadrin, grabbed the girl's chin with one hand, and looked down at her for inspection.

"With your beauty, you are indeed qualified to enter the Nanshi family. If you choose to come with me today, you still want me to talk to your father."

(End of this chapter)