"I'm just saying, my lady. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen is, of course, you." Laing was shocked. So the Lake Fairy was peeping at him! Therefore, the champion of the Lake Fairy could only admit defeat. "I'm just saying, I'm just saying. I can't describe a lady's face to this Empire merchant, can I?"
"You'd better think about your current status before you speak." The Lake Fairy's voice disappeared.
"What's wrong, Mr. Laing?" Oliver saw Laing's face alternating between red and white, so he asked curiously.
"Nothing, I think I've drunk too much. It's time to go back." Laing did not know what happened, so he signaled that he should leave.
"Ah, you're leaving so early. There's still the performance of the song and dance troupe!" Oliver felt strange.
"No, I'm leaving." Laing and Veronica said goodbye to several nobles and the archbishop of the Sea Church and left the banquet hall.
When they walked out of the city hall, the lively atmosphere and bright lights disappeared in an instant. What was left was the cold air of the winter night, the bright moonlight, the lonely rows of street lights, and the sparse crowd. The glory and liveliness had disappeared with her, leaving behind only emptiness. This moment of difference made the little apprentice Catherine very reluctant to leave. She looked at the city hall behind her, which was still bustling with activity.
"Catherine?" Veronica, who was walking in front, noticed the little apprentice's situation. The woman was dissatisfied at first, but she soon understood the little apprentice's state of mind, so she said in a cold voice, "Hurry up, or you can continue to attend the banquet alone."
"No, teacher, I'll be right there!" Catherine's face was pale with fear. The wizards of Garland were very strict and even strict with their apprentices. Apprentices who made mistakes would be punished in various ways, and there were even a few cases of corporal punishment. There were even some old and perverted witches who deliberately left scars on the faces of beautiful female apprentices.
Although this was a very rare case.
What was worse was the jealousy and bullying among the apprentices. The teachers were always more inclined to listen to the words of the older apprentices who were trusted by them. Therefore, there were always some scheming students who would hide from their superiors, steal the fruits of other apprentices' labor, and even use violence to frame and frame others.
Garland, of course, would supervise such behavior, but the teacher's orders were absolute, so some things were inevitable.
Veronica was good to her little apprentice, not very good, but not too bad either. Seeing Catherine trotting up to catch up with her, Garland said nothing. The luxurious carriage came, and Veronica stretched out her hands to Laing. Laing gently carried the witch into the carriage. This kind of medieval dress was very troublesome and easy to tear when going up and down the stairs. It was only suitable for flat carpeted roads.
In the bustling city hall, a tall and thin man wearing a man's button-down shirt and tight pants quietly walked up to Annette. His face was unhealthy pale, even a little purple. He whispered something in Annette's ear, and then the president of the Aesthetic Society smiled charmingly and said to Count Huron, who was in front of her, "Excuse me, Edmund, please excuse me."
"Oh! No, no, my dear Annette, please don't mind me. I'll wait for you here. " Standing in front of Annette was a young noble of the House of Lords of Marienburg, Edmund Huron. This young man was only in his twenties, but because his father suddenly died in an accident, he became the owner of Count Huron. This young man's strength was very poor, but he was quite accomplished in painting and sculpture.
After a grand art exhibition, he met Annette and fell madly in love with and indulged in this beautiful president of the Aesthetes Association. He did not hesitate to use all his financial resources to please her, and even abused his power to attract Annette's attention.
"I don't think I'll be back, Edmund. Would you like to attend the banquet tomorrow night?" Annette's beautiful face was full of regret.
"Oh! Dang! Of course! " Edmund nodded desperately. "I miss the wonderful feeling when we discussed art together."
"Then I'll see you tomorrow." Annette and her servant left. Edmund watched Annette's figure, not even noticing Schultz walking up to him. "Edmund?"
"Edmund? Edmund?? " It was not until some dissatisfied voices called out to him that the young Count came back to his senses. "Sir Schultz? Bishop Aldrich? "
"Edmund, we're asking you. Tomorrow, the House of Lords will meet to discuss tax matters. The Winter Veil festival will begin in a month. In this war, the Emperor won a great victory, and we plan to reduce the tax rate to attract the Emperor to hand over his spoils to Marienburg … Edmund, are you listening?" Archbishop Aldrich said discontentedly, because he found that the young man was distracted.
"Oh, no, I won't go. I have to prepare for Annette's banquet tomorrow," the young man said hurriedly.
"Edmund, this is the third time you won't attend a meeting of the House of Lords. Your father has never done this before. Don't always hang out with Annette, it's not good for you," Schultz said discontentedly. Schultz said with dissatisfaction. This Duke of Marlinburg had already realized what kind of existence the Aesthete Society was.
"No, no, Annette won't harm me." Edmund shook his head and walked away. "I'm sorry, but I won't be attending tomorrow's meeting."
"Alas, I don't know how old Huron will feel when he sees his son become like this." Aldrich and Schultz looked at each other and sighed.
Anneda and her servant hurried out of the city hall and took a carriage back to their residence. The tall, thin man spoke in a low voice, his voice like a venomous tongue. "President, that Ryan guy, we've checked his background. He's a barbarian who can fight and is very, very dangerous. He seems to be here to kill Belt."
"A barbarian really is a barbarian. He's actually indifferent to my beauty …" Annette's eyes flashed with a purplish red light. "I really want to dismember him and see what's in his organs."
"Sir, we can't let that damned Fallen Hunter threaten our plan. I think we should …"
"No, Bernt is still useful, so we don't have to kill him now … Heh, why don't we arrange a wonderful show that will make people feel very happy …"
"As you wish."
The night held its own secrets.
Fifty-three Amber Avenue.
"Katherine, go make two cups of warm milk." As soon as Veronica stepped into the spacious living room, she reached out and took off the long and heavy skirt of her evening dress, revealing the short skirt and long legs underneath. Garlan first asked her female apprentice to make some milk for her. Then she sat beside Leon and leaned on his shoulder. "What did you find?"
"I want to hear what you found first." Laing took her hand and motioned for her to speak first.
It had always been this way. Veronica was better at logical thinking and analysis, while Laing was better at making decisions and finding the best way to deal with all kinds of rules.
"It seems that the president of the Aesthetic Society has a very high reputation in the upper class of Marlin Castle. When she was talking to you, at least 60% of the men in the banquet were distracted. When she invited you to join the banquet, at least 40% of the men felt lucky at first, but then felt that you don't know what taste is and don't know what beauty is." Veronica leaned lazily on the soft chair and mocked, "Just like that Olef you know, he thinks you don't know what beauty is."
"I don't know what beauty is? Are you mocking yourself? " Laing untied his bow tie and looked at Veronica's unchanging expression. "I can understand why a talented sorceress like Teresa would be suppressed by you. I think if she was in the same situation as Olef, she would be furious. She might even hit you on the spot."
"What can I get by arguing with that idiot? Can I improve my reputation? Will I be able to learn more spells? Can I get any material rewards? Can I improve my position in your heart? If not, why should I argue with him? Will you hate me just because he looks down on me? " Veronica sneered and asked, "I'd rather these people see me as a vase … Anyway, I don't recommend you do anything to the Aesthetic Society. That woman is very influential."
Laing looked at Veronica, his eyes full of caution.
This woman was really powerful. In the words of the people of the Celestial Empire, she was very shrewd and had good temperament. Teresa might not lose to her in terms of magic, but compared to these sorceresses, she was much worse.
When following Laing, Teresa was always anxious to prove herself, while Veronica was like a vase. But … in the end, the results were completely different.
This kind of woman, he really …
Seeing the man's eyes flickering, a trace of panic flashed in Veronica's beautiful almond eyes. She quickly held Laing's hand, the corner of her mouth raised. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of me? "
"No, I just think you're very powerful." Sitting next to the woman, Laing took the milk Catherine brought and drank it in one gulp. "It's a strange feeling. I don't know how to put it. I don't know if it's right to be partners with you …"
"What are you talking about?" Veronica's expression was calm, but her voice trembled slightly. "I don't understand what you mean. Can you explain it … Laing?"
"Nothing. I just think that Teresa can't win against you. She's good enough, but she met you, who's better." Laing shook his head and expelled some thoughts from his mind. "It's my honor to be partners with you."
"Phew …" Veronica took a deep breath. She felt like she was about to collapse. "Don't scare me."
"Hahaha …"
The night gradually deepened, and Amber Avenue gradually quieted down.
The master bedroom on the second floor was still lit. Laing stood in front of the window, looking into the distance. Veronica sat in front of the dressing table. The woman placed two silver crescent moon earrings on the dressing table. The room was covered with a thick carpet imported from the southern countries. In the middle of the room was a large velvet bed. On the left side of the bed were lamps and hangers. There was also a fitting room filled with witch clothes and shoes. The female councilors of Garland didn't lack these things. Veronica didn't have many clothes left. There were only three closets. Laing remembered that Teresa's mother, Aurora's, clothes couldn't fit in two rooms.
"Jacob's arrival means that things are serious. We should hurry." Laing was still thinking about the day's events. There was too much information for him to process.
"The key to the problem is still where is Belt hiding? Is it the arena? The underground tunnel? Or the Aesthetic Club? " Veronica frowned. She suddenly looked at Laing. "Laing … Can you sleep next door tonight?"
"Is that so? I still want to hug you. "Laing's tone was a little dissatisfied.
Adept Garan turned around and leaned against the man's chest as she complained, "That's not what I meant. I'm only saying that you're still going to play with me when we're in the same room at night. I don't have time to think about anything else!"
"Alright, I think you're right. How about this? I'll go out and see if I can get any new information from the residents and shop owners." Ryan wasn't the kind of idiot whose head was filled with dirty thoughts and who only knew how to stick to women like a piece of plaster. Of course, he knew what was more important.
Veronica let out a sigh of relief. She knew that Laing was no longer the somewhat famous knight he was a few years ago.
He was now the champion of the Lady of the Lake's Chosen One and a mid-Legendary-level human hero. He had taken the initiative in their partnership. Although he needed the help of a spellcaster, he didn't have to worry about finding one to partner with him. In other words, Veronica needed him more now. He loved her, but he didn't tolerate her without a bottom line. He didn't owe her anything.
She didn't want to have a conflict with him.
"I don't care if you want to go out and do whatever you want. But I'm warning you, don't touch my apprentice." Veronica pursed her lips and looked into the distance. She reached out a hand and stroked Laing's chest. Her finger drew circles on his chest. Then she looked up at Laing, her eyes shining. "If you touch her, I won't do anything to you. But poor Kathlyn will disappear from this world. What will happen to the little girl who disobeyed her teacher's orders? Take a guess. "
"I'm not the kind of man who would die without a woman!" Laing complained, but the witch obviously didn't believe him. "Oh? Is that so? Don't tell me you didn't do anything when you were with our little princess for so long? "
"I really didn't do anything." Laing complained. "Think about it, Veronica. If I really did touch her, I'd be in trouble!"
"My Grand Knight is smart!" Veronica finally let him off the hook. "Go out for a walk, my Grand Knight."
"Good night, my great witch!" Laing kissed the back of Veronica's hand.
"Good night." Veronica pecked Laing's cheek.
Laing changed into a clean set of clothes and carried his one-handed sword on his back. He combed his black hair and left his new home.
Leaving Amber Avenue, Laing walked down the long road to his destination for the day — Twilight Street.
The dark sky couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the citizens of Marlinburg. Many streets were open 24 hours a day. If Laing wanted to get information, the best place to go was the streets that didn't sleep. They were the most well-informed in the city.
As usual, Twilight Street was open 24 hours a day. However, Laing saw a familiar face in the bustling crowd.
"Eh? Why is he here? "
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