This is My Holy Grail Battle

Marco nervously wanted to explain why he said this, but reason kept telling him to shut up.Kenneth absolutely understood what he was talking about, and talking too much would only reveal his uneasiness.The tip of his thumb kept pointing to the head of the cane, and the anxiety and uneasiness made it difficult for him to breathe.

"I don't need the assistance of a lawyer, at least not now." Kenneth waved his hand stubbornly, like a stubborn old man.His voice was hoarse, but Marco felt relieved.It appears the venture has paid off.

"This banquet is for this purpose, isn't it?"

Yes, that's why Marco came here with a smug face.This is not the first potential client he is looking for, he has gone to many places to find a job. "Only by inheriting the name of El Mello will we invite celebrities from all walks of life to witness this moment."

"Indeed." Kenneth nodded.

'Then why are you still lingering here, why don't you die sooner. ' He confirmed that the other party needs the help of a lawyer, and slandered viciously in his heart.

"But why did you refuse the assistance of a mediation lawyer?" Marco suddenly became confident, and he was confident of winning this business.Whether it is maintaining the engraving for a magician who is unwell, or transplanting, or dealing with the aftermath, he can provide one-stop service. "Since you are afraid of the inheritance being cut off, you should take good care of the engraving in your hand."

"You're right, but I'm sorry to refuse." Kenneth said, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's better to leave this kind of thing to the people in the family."

Already contacted someone else?Well, I wish you a long life, and it is best not to die.He touched his gentleman's hat and complained inwardly while adjusting his tie.He was just about to hand Kenneth his business card, but now it's all gone.

"Then chatter." Although very unwilling, Marco still pretended to be a gentleman, bowed gracefully and left.

There are far more magic celebrities gathered at this ball than expected. Since the host has hit a wall, let's change the target.

Marco left the round table and walked into other banquets with a calm face.Magicians have always been mysterious. Apart from family and neighbors, I am afraid that only classmates will chat with each other.

His classmates are all transfer lawyers, not to mention very few people in this line of work, and they are all competitors.So much so that when they saw it, they were all cold-eyed, and no one could understand anyone, let alone the relationship between classmates.If you don't fight, you have already prayed to God and burned incense.

"Hello, ma'am." He held the goblet gracefully again, and smiled gracefully at others.Marco toasted the other party and asked at the same time: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"It's really daring to hook up with women at the monarch's banquet. Are you not afraid of being kicked out?" The blond lady smiled and offered to pour half a glass of red wine for Marco.She has an elegant manner, a frown and a smile, and she is slender and moving.

Those amber eyes almost captivated his soul, such a noble young lady was like the person in his dream.It's just that the dream is full and the reality is very skinny. The most important thing for him now is money.

"I just see that you are alone here, ma'am." Marco explained, "You don't seem to have any friends." Looking around, although she is beautiful, she seems out of place with all the people around her.

No magician seemed to want to approach her, or parted ways after a quick chat.Marco felt that the other party was not a local, and he should have been invited to come to the timepiece tower to participate in this famous banquet.

"After all, it's a foreign country, and the family's entertainment can't be rejected." She shrugged her shoulders in distress, looking very helpless.

"If there is a need, I am willing to help at any time." Marco said, took out his business card from the tuxedo, and handed it to the other party.

"Oh, call a lawyer?" The lady glanced at Marson in surprise, and then showed a sly smile. "I remembered it."

Gululu... His stomach was hungry, and the waiter happened to walk by him.But Marco just took a small cake symbolically,

He was a little hungry, he ate very little for breakfast, and had no appetite to eat dry bread.But the eyes around him were mixed. At most, he put some dessert into his mouth pretendingly.At the banquet where there were many people, he maintained his superficial elegance and did not show all his desires.

Although Marco was hungry, he didn't want to eat those crude foods.He doesn't like hard bread, and these cakes suit his taste.It's just that he didn't find a job, and he lived very poorly. He had to start saving a long time ago.He had had enough of bread, warm water, and salt.Although it can be eaten, it tastes like chewing wax.

Maybe it's because of the times, there are obviously few lawyers, but now it's even difficult to find a job.The big family has a dedicated person in charge, and the small family has too little inheritance.

He showed an elegant smile and waved goodbye to the girl in front of him.Immediately afterwards, he put the small piece of chocolate cake into his mouth. It was fine if he didn't eat it, but he felt even more uncomfortable after eating it.

The acid secreted by the stomach was wriggling, and the continuous production of body fluid in the mouth made him very uncomfortable.

Marko cheered up and began to wander around these famous nobles, but he got nothing but handed out a few business cards.

I wish they were all dead so there would be jobs.Marco gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly.

The strong sense of frustration made Marco a little discouraged, so that he ignored the noise around him, and he didn't recover until the first lady who got his business card spoke.

"Ah, Master El-Melloi seems to have done something extraordinary."

"Huh?" Marco frowned, and found that everyone in the hall was agitated.what happened?He didn't pay attention to these in a trance.

"No way?!"

"Weber Velvet?! Who is this, do you know him?"

"It's just an upstart!"

"Crazy, crazy!"

"Became a monarch after only inheriting it for one generation? There must be a limit to joking!"

"Doing these things just for him? It's ridiculous!"

Even the monarch El-Melloi did not suppress the voices of discussion, and Marco understood one thing from the voices of discussion.Kenneth, conveyed the identity of Lord El-Melloi to another person.But he didn't listen to the specifics. Marco didn't care about the big things at the top of the pyramid, he only cared about the little things in front of him.

Come to an end, this boring banquet.He only felt a severe pain in his temple, and he couldn't find a job even after trying his best.He has already started to borrow money to live by, living every day tight.

Marco didn't want to care about other things at all, and he wasn't even interested in the succession of the monarch unless he could find a job.

The grand banquet passed, and when the cold moon hung high in the sky, Marco still didn't get a commission.He returned home in a trance until midnight, and he walked back from such a long distance.

When he returned home, he lost his glamorous appearance and fell headlong on the sofa.Marco didn't change his clothes, he was still in the black tuxedo, formally dressed.Only when the morning sun shines through the blinds can we see his embarrassment clearly.

The top hat had been thrown under the window, and the cane had long since disappeared.The whole house was like a dirty trash can, the documents piled up on the table were in a mess, and there was a pungent and unpleasant smell of alcohol.This performance is not like a noble magician, it is clearly the dwelling of a tramp.

"Uh." He clutched his temple in pain, and came to his desk.He wasn't looking for documents, and he wasn't here to work.Certificates of honor, medals, and research materials were crumpled up by him and thrown on the ground at will.He didn't care about these past glories, but took out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet instead.

"Gudong." After taking a big sip, Marco was anesthetized by alcohol, and put all the troubles out of his mind.In fact, he is an alcoholic and really likes to get drunk.

His appearance is that of a noble and elegant magician, but only Marco himself knows that he is a depraved waste.

"Cough, cough, cough." He drank the wine too quickly, and he began to cough crazily, turning his whole face into a sickly red.He returned to the living room again and collapsed on the sofa, but his trance made him unable to sit still, and slid from the sofa to the garbage dump in the living room.

At this time, the bell outside the door suddenly rang, followed by the voice of a young student from inside. "Good morning, sir, you have a special letter."

"Put it outside the door, I'll come and get it later."