"Distinguished guests, handsome gentlemen, beautiful ladies, please allow me to introduce to you all, Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang. Our war hero, Sir Allen! "
After the banquet began, the host handed the stage to Ou Ban after saying a few words on the stage. After Ou Ban's passionate opening remarks, he pushed Allen to the front of the stage, allowing all the guests to see Allen's demeanor tonight. Allen's clothes tonight were far less gorgeous than the other nobles', but his outstanding military exploits were the most gorgeous clothes. No matter how ordinary his clothes were, he had meritorious service. In the eyes of the nobles, especially the young and beautiful ladies, Allen was a graceful, handsome, and promising gentleman. As for the clothes on his body, they were automatically ignored.
Everyone knew that this young Sir had already become a popular figure under Ou Ban. Three pieces of Sir were in his hands. Even after paying taxes to Ou Ban every year, he still had a lot of income. Moreover, Ou Ban publicly said that in order to help Allen's territory expand, he would waive three years of taxes on Allen's territory. This was also a fortune that made people envious.
As Ou Ban continued to pile up gorgeous words on Allen, the rich merchants or nobles were already thinking about how to arrange for their daughters to get to know the young Sir. As for those who didn't have daughters, they wished they could go home and make people. Even Ou Ban's subordinates, apart from Viscount Grayer, were considering whether they should adjust their attitude and stance towards Allen.
Because they saw Allen and Ou Ban come out of the small room in the hall. That was a signal. They had no chance to enter this room in White Castle. From the moment Ou Ban and Allen walked out together, it could be seen that the count had already confided in Allen. Perhaps Ou Ban would be on guard against Allen, but so far, Allen had undoubtedly received the most trust and respect.
If they continued to be enemies with such a person, it would be hard for the Sir to imagine the consequences.
When it came to the free social segment of the banquet, Allen was immediately surrounded by more than a dozen noble ladies as soon as he stepped off the stage. These young girls had obviously come prepared. All of them were gorgeously dressed, and their dresses were mainly low-cut, so as to highlight their youthful capital. Although they had the title of nobles on their heads, if they couldn't find a good husband for themselves, they might not be able to live a comfortable life in the future.
After all, for nobles, sons were heirs, while daughters were political capital that could be sacrificed. Of course, in order to maximize capital efficiency, daughters would usually enjoy the best treatment from the family before they got married. Therefore, even though some of the young ladies standing beside Allen were mediocre, the aura of nobility that came from their bones was genuine.
They hoped to attract Allen's attention. A young and powerful noble like Allen was their dream of marriage. As for whether Allen really loved them after marriage, and whether he would keep a lover outside. They didn't care too much. As long as they gave birth to three or five children for Allen and consolidated their status, they could also find lovers outside. After all, this was the customary rule of the nobles.
However, there was one thing that had to be strictly observed. No matter how many lovers these young ladies had outside, they had to maintain a perfect wall before they got married. Otherwise, they would bring shame to their family.
Allen was surrounded by these girls, and even if he answered, he would be a little busy. Moreover, some bold and enthusiastic girls even took advantage of various opportunities to squeeze themselves onto him, teasing Allen's senses with suggestive movements. Allen could be said to have a lot of luck tonight. When he finally got out of the fat formation, there was already a stack of invitations in his pocket. He shook his head and went to look for Lucy and the others, but he didn't find anything. He had no choice but to leave the hall in a low-key manner and find a relatively quiet balcony to breathe.
Just as he rested for a moment, a delicate fragrance entered his nose. Just as he thought it was another noble lady pestering him, a figure flashed beside him. It was Ruo La leaning against the railing of the balcony and chuckling, "Sir Allen is really unkind. He invited you first, but you forgot about me."
Only then did Allen realize that there was still a note from Ruo La in his pocket, but he hadn't had the chance to read it just now, so he didn't know that it was Ruo La who invited him. "I'm sorry," he said, "I wonder what Miss Ruo La wants to ask?"
"Just call me Ruo La. Miss, Miss, you're really treating me like an outsider." Ruo La was straightforward.
"Then you can also remove the word 'Sir'." Allen smiled faintly.
Ruo La nodded and said, "I don't dare to ask for advice. Those young ladies are circling around you, presumably to attract your attention so that they can marry you, right?"
Allen smiled bitterly and said, "So you're here to make fun of me."
"How could there be such a thing? You are now a popular person beside my brother. Not to mention them, even I want to curry favor with you. "Ruo La suddenly leaned forward and said seriously," I'm not joking. If I were your wife, would you be willing? "
Allen was shocked and cried out, "Isn't this a joke?"
Ruo La narrowed her eyes, "What, I'm not worthy?"
Allen shook his head helplessly. Ruo La was in the golden age of her life. Previously, when they met on the street, out of courtesy, Allen naturally could not stare at everyone fiercely. Now that the two of them were together and carefully sized up, Ruo La was completely worthy of the word beauty. She was tall and slender, wearing a low-cut fishtail gown, which outlined her perfect figure. She didn't need any cushions to support her full and tight breasts. She also had a slender waist and long, straight legs. Without a doubt, she was a beauty that could drive men crazy.
She had less of the green smell of Lucy and Adele, but more of a mature fragrance. Especially since Ruo La was a Level 20 female warrior, the explosive strength of her body was not something that an ordinary noble lady could possess. It allowed Ruo La to kill enemies valiantly on the battlefield, and on another battlefield, she would definitely be outstanding.
Ruo La sensed it when Allen's gaze swept over her. Especially when Allen's gaze fell on her twin peaks, Ruo La proudly raised her chest to meet Allen's gaze. Her breathing was slightly hurried. Ruo La suddenly drank all the wine in her glass. After putting down the glass, she turned around and stuck her entire body to Allen.
Allen immediately felt the astonishing elasticity of Ruo La's chest. In his astonished gaze, Ruo La revealed a wild smile. She simply wrapped her hands around Allen's neck and leaned forward, leaving almost no gap between her and Allen. Allen felt her aggressive movements and his body naturally reacted. A ball of flame seemed to burn in his lower abdomen, and he immediately responded to Ruo La with a hard response.
Ruo La said "hmm" and her face flushed red. She giggled and said, "Look, I'm still attractive."
"I admit that, but if you don't leave, Earl Oban will probably swallow me alive."
Ruo La laughed and let go of Allen, but said, "Whatever I want to do, as long as I want to do it, even my brother can't stop me." Besides, if you and I get married, my brother would be happy to see it. I did that just now to tell you. Apart from helping you on the battlefield, I can also give you enough happiness and satisfaction on another battlefield. "
Allen was surprised again. Ruo La curled her lips and said, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not one of those loose women." In fact, I don't even have a lover yet. It's just that I have confidence in myself. I know very well what I can give you with this body. You can think about it carefully, but you don't have to answer now. "And I have my own reservations, but don't think I want to sell myself like they do, even though you are indeed the most ideal marriage partner."
From this, it could be seen that Jorah was a pragmatic person. It wasn't hard to understand what she meant. Sooner or later, she would have to sacrifice herself for Ou Ban's politics. Since she had to sacrifice herself, she might as well find someone she liked. This way, she would still have a little choice.
"Alright, let's talk about something fun after we've finished talking about serious matters." Ruo La smiled until her eyebrows curved, and her eyes were filled with bad water. She was like a little fox that was scheming against someone.
Allen shook his head and smiled, "What's so fun about it?"
"I'll tell you later. Before that, answer me first. How many days will you stay at Ark Harbor?"
"At most three to five days, I have to go back." Allen answered truthfully.
"Fortunately, I can still make it in time." With some excitement, Jorah whispered in Allen's ear, "I have a big business and a good profit. Are you interested in joining me? "
"What business?"
"I can't tell you now. I can only say that it's very profitable. But I can't let my brother know, because he won't be able to stand the excitement. Anyway, you just have to answer me whether to do it or not. "
Allen was intrigued by her sense of mystery. He thought that since there was still time, he might as well go crazy with this girl. He nodded and said, "It's a fool not to earn money. Besides, I really need money right now."
"Alright, you don't have to pay attention to anything. I'll naturally look for you tomorrow. We'll talk about it then. " Jorah giggled and put her lips on Allen's cheek before she left. Only then did she disappear into the crowd in the hall.
Allen smiled and suddenly felt a strong hatred fall on him. He raised his head and saw Abel, who had hurriedly turned his face away. It seemed that he had been paying attention to the commotion here. Allen thought for a moment and knew that Abel was definitely pursuing Jorah. Beauty, the Count's sister, the commander of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine. No matter which of these identities it was, it was enough for Abel to pursue them crazily.
Unfortunately, Jorah seemed to turn a blind eye to her adjutant. After all, she had just said that she had never even had a lover.
Poor Abel. Allen said in his heart.
"Miss Jorah is really charming, isn't she?"
At this moment, another person came in from the balcony. Allen looked over and saw that it was the young man with a secret identity, Ryan. He took the initiative to stretch out his hand. After Allen shook hands with him, Ryan looked at Jorah's back and said, "If I had known Jorah a few years earlier, I would have definitely gotten her. A charming lady like her, as long as it is a man, does not want to miss. "
Allen looked at him. Rhine laughed and waved his hand, "Don't misunderstand. Don't look at me like this. In fact, I already have three children. So I won't have any more ideas about Miss Jorah. Even if I want to find a lover, I won't find the Count's sister. That's not good for me. "
He raised his glass and drank with Allen before saying, "I've been paying attention to you since Sir Allen killed Duruf." It was no exaggeration to say that Sir Allen's subsequent actions and battles were remarkable. It is indeed surprising to see someone like you in a place like Ark Harbor. With your ability, in less than five years, a small Earl will not be able to accommodate you. At that time, you can at least be an earl. "
"If I give you another five years and add in a little luck, it is possible for you to become a hereditary earl." At this point, Rhine paused and said, "But you shouldn't be the kind of person who is satisfied with being an earl, right?"
Allen smiled but didn't say anything.
Rhine turned around and looked at Ark Harbor. "To be honest, Earl Oban is indeed a good friend. He was also ambitious, and his social skills were also outstanding. But that's all. With all due respect. Earl Oban did not lack ambition or financial resources. What he lacked was the most critical force, including his own army and his personal strength. Therefore, even with the help of a person like you, he could only expand his territory at best. However, limited by his own strength, it is impossible for him to become a Marquis in this life. "
"But you are different. You are still young and have limitless potential. As long as you have the chance, you can break through to the Marquis realm. " Rhine smiled and said, "I happen to know one or two real big shots, and they need people like you. If you have such thoughts, you can come to the imperial capital to find me at any time. "
He took out an exquisite and small card from his pocket and quietly placed it in Allen's hand. He smiled and said, "There's no need to rush to answer. This promise will be valid for three years."
Allen nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Rhine."
Rhine patted him on the shoulder and said, "I look forward to your arrival, really. In that case, we will be true friends. "
After he left, Allen flipped through the card. The edge of the card was decorated with a circle of golden roses, and on it was a string of beautiful words written in gold powder. This was an address, an address in the imperial capital of Oliska. This small address was the key that countless people were desperately seeking. An important key that truly led to the upper echelons of the empire!
Allen could completely feel the weight of this small card. It could lead Allen to the path of the Marquis of the Empire. There were a hundred Earls in the empire, and there were as many viscounts and barons as a cow's fur. However, there were less than twenty Marquises and only four Grand Dukes. Only by becoming a Marquis would one be able to truly enter the upper echelons of the empire's power pyramid.
The higher the level, the smaller the place the pyramid could land. This was the common power structure of any planet and civilization!
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