Red Moon Returns

Lynch knew that the Duke must have kept many things to himself. Behind his knighthood, there must be countless calculations and purposes between him and the princess.

But so what?

He had taken the benefit, so he had to let others achieve their own goals.

With the relationship with Trinles, Lynch was willing to trust them, so let them go.

For this reason, he was in a good mood and ate half a dozen oysters in a row, which made Mrs. Maggie look at him with strange eyes.

No, ma'am, you think too much, it's just that this thing is more delicious, I don't plan to do anything.

The princess and the Duke have left, and Miss Valente and Officer Natalie have returned to him. After the Duke's reminder, looking at Miss Valente again, there is indeed some worry under her smile. But Lynch did not explain anything, just smiled strangely.

As for Officer Natalie, Lynch realized for the first time that this lady was so powerful in all aspects, including her appetite, and she actually took...

Before Lynch finished recording in the detective notebook, the police officer kicked him in the calf.

How come this woman is getting more and more skilled? Is it an illusion?

At half past six, the table was cleared on time.

Although it was still daylight, the giant gas lamp in the lawn in front of the door had been lit, and the bright flames danced, making the atmosphere quietly warm.

The band played again, and the heavy symphony echoed over the Duke's Mansion. More and more people gathered in front of the Duke's Mansion from all over the Duke's Mansion.

The dance is about to begin.

Well-dressed men and women gathered on the lawn in front of the door, chatting and laughing softly in the twilight. Men with other purposes kept changing the target of the chat and carried out the socializing to the end. The women were even more tired. Regardless of whether there were people around, they tried their best to show off their gorgeous clothes and beautiful gestures, and the smiles on their faces were proud and confident.

The fragrance of wine, the melodious music, the glittering jewels, the dazzling clothes, the singing and laughter, the drunkenness and extravagance.

The feast at the Duke's Mansion made Lynch dazzled. He sighed sincerely. The ball of the local dignitaries was so luxurious. If it was held in the Norin Palace, how luxurious would it be?

"Actually, it's almost the same. In order to receive Her Highness Sophia, the standard of the ball is implemented in accordance with the royal capital."

Miss Valente was dressed in a gorgeous dress. The fluffy long skirt almost dragged to the ground. The crystal high heels made the petite figure of the noble lady look taller. Outside the white silk long gloves, the huge sapphire on the ring sparkled. The slender fingertips twisted a glass of blood-red wine. The red and white match made it more visually impactful.

"Have you finished talking to Lord Wayne? I can see that you are in a good mood. Are you satisfied with the remuneration?"

"Well, it's the remuneration I am most satisfied with." Lynch looked away, smiling.

Miss Valente looked at Lynch's reaction, her eyebrows full of doubts: "Your reaction... is not right."

Hiss, how could I forget that this girl is not the same as the big sister next to her who has already finished three glasses of red wine. This girl is very cunning.

"Looking at your reaction, your reward will not be related to me."

Linqi's hair exploded. This girl is too sensitive.

"It seems that I guessed it?" Miss Valente blinked cunningly, "Then I will look forward to you revealing the mystery for me."

As she said, she raised the glass and gently touched Lynch's...

Ding, it just hit another wine glass that was stretched out from the side.

The girl next to her who had just finished four glasses successfully intercepted the wine glass with a face darker than her clothes.

"You two should be careful. Something is not right. There are several groups of people watching you. They are not watching the princess, but you two. There are also several reporters among them. They are communicating with each other. I don't know what their intentions are. You'd better be careful."

Miss Valente's face sank, but she immediately returned to normal. She smiled faintly and said, "Maybe Mr. Lynch's performance the day before yesterday was more eye-catching and attracted their attention. Reporters are like that. Don't worry."

"Their main target is not Lynch, and the others are also watching you."

"It's not a big problem. I will deal with it later." Miss Valente's expression has returned to calm. She clinked glasses with the police officer again, "Thank you for your concern, Officer Natalie."

"Humph." The girl who drank five glasses of red wine turned her head to the side, leaving only a back view to Miss Valente.

Lynch glanced and understood what was going on.

There are indeed many people staring at this side. They are all a group of young men under the age of 20, most of whom are descendants of local nobles.

Why are you looking at us? Are you jealous? I like to see you jealous of me.

Although he couldn't lie on the beach, Lynch still turned around and smiled at them, holding up his wine glass and waving his hand, which was greeted by a bunch of eyes that were about to spit fire.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

A bell rang suddenly, like a signal. Within a few seconds of ringing, thousands of guests in the entire venue had become silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to the closed castle gate.

In the silence, the gas lamps on both sides of the steps of the castle gate suddenly lit up. Under the light, the castle gate was slowly opened. A group of dozens of people lined up on both sides. The young and energetic real princess appeared in front of everyone with the old duke with white hair and beard.

The golden long dress was elegant and dazzling like the sun, and the silver crown inlaid with fiery red gems sparkled under the light. However, all this was not enough to attract a little attention, because the person was more dazzling than the clothes, and even Lynch, who had watched countless movies, was a little stunned.

However, the next moment, the brain felt a sharp pain, and inspiration once again issued a warning.

At the same time as Her Royal Highness appeared, in the twilight around, countless strange wills quickly gathered at the gate of the Duke's Mansion. In the shadows, countless eyes were watching Princess Sofia walking out.

Everyone around seemed fine, only Lynch felt his scalp tingling.

Because at this moment, through his keen inspiration, he sensed those strange wills, and thousands of collisions occurred above the gate.

Silently, invisible, it seemed that everything was normal, but only Lynch knew that every collision of wills was filled with indescribable weirdness, like the mysterious bloody fangs in the depths of the dreamland.

Is this the real power of the high level? A thought, a wisp of thought, can bring such a strong pressure?

Lynch's forehead was sweating, and in addition to the fear brought by instinct, there was also a strong expectation in his heart.

When I go on the road to immortality, I will also have such power.

Bang.

Loud explosions echoed throughout the venue, hundreds of flower barrels were pulled, countless bright petals sprayed into the sky, and it looked like a rain of petals fell in front of the castle.

Bang, bang, bang.

In the world of inspiration, wills collide with each other every second, and countless thoughts arise every moment, and countless thoughts are annihilated in the collision, silently, but as if the end of the world is coming.

"The first princess of the Kingdom of Rand, the Grand Duchess of Vikley, the custodian of Avilanna, the eldest daughter of the Rose Family, Princess Sophia Rose, has arrived."

Boom, boom, boom.

The gorgeous fireworks rushed into the sky and suddenly lit up under the night.

Accompanying the fireworks were the sound of drums and music.

"Long live Rand, long live Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Amid the cheers, the will above the head burst out with the strongest impact, and the exploding fireworks seemed to be the decoration of the impact.

Finally, in countless bright lights, several wills quietly faded away, leaving only the cheering crowd.

Everything seemed to be just a dream.

Peacefulness.