Chapter 117 The Princess's First Kiss (3)

Seeing Dolores pushing through the crowd and walking towards him, Ron felt a little distressed. He knew that what was coming towards him was not just a beauty, but also endless troubles.

There is no way Dolores’ identity can remain hidden forever.

Nobles from remote areas such as Lucius and Carlisle may not have seen what the eldest princess looks like, but those nobles from the royal capital must have seen her. As long as anyone calls out the eldest princess's name and title, Dolores's identity will be known to everyone in a few minutes.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is also one of the most beautiful women in the entire royal city, and only the Great Saint can rival her.

She is also the only normal one among hundreds of princesses in the royal family.

The husband of a princess and the son-in-law of a royal family is not actually a very prominent identity, but if he is the only son-in-law of a royal family, then the meaning is naturally different.

In addition, the eldest princess is as beautiful as a goddess, so naturally she has no shortage of suitors.

Just like now, although Dolores has clearly stated that she is leaving, there is still a large group of people surrounding her, at least a dozen or twenty. These nobles are very curious about what on earth can attract the attention of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Dolores didn't care about the strange atmosphere around her at all. She was as proud as ever, with her long legs swaying slightly, crossed gracefully and confidently, like a beautiful golden cat.

Gradually, some nobles began to set their sights on Ron.

After all, besides Ron, there were only two women in this direction, plus a staff member of the Bauhinia Auction House.

I have never heard that Her Royal Highness is interested in women. Her Royal Highness's status, position and vision would not allow her to be interested in an auction house worker. Then, the only possibility is the man in the middle of the group, who is wearing a pure white priest robe... and looks ordinary.

There was nothing aristocratic about him.

He was a clergyman, but a priest, and his position in the church was not very high. It was hard to believe what was so attractive about this man to Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Loggins had keenly sensed that something was not right in the atmosphere.

This shrewd and disloyal guy knew clearly which things he could participate in and which he absolutely could not get involved in. He apologized to Ron, and slipped away in a very unfriendly manner, using the excuse that he had guests outside to entertain.

At this moment, Princess Dolores had already walked up to Ron.

As soon as the person arrived, a faint but quite elegant fragrance hit him.

Dolores walked very close, her chest almost touching Ron's chest. Some flying golden hair fell on Ron's face, making him feel itchy.

Ron would never forget the last time when he kissed Dolores' hand and smelled her scent, the impulse deep in his heart became quite strong.

It was only after he separated from Dolores and was threatened with three death warnings that Ron was able to suppress his impulse.

This time, the scent was stronger.

The distance is very close.

Ron's lips were almost touching Dolores' forehead.

The closer you get, the more you can feel Dolores' beauty. Her skin is as delicate as jade, without a single flaw.

Big eyes, bright and sparkling.

The long eyelashes add a touch of charm to this elegant princess.

Ron was still considering how to greet them, but at this moment, Dolores suddenly stood on tiptoe, completely ignoring the eager eyes of the large group of second-generation nobles around her, and her lotus-like arms directly circled Ron's neck, and her pink lips were imprinted on Ron's mouth.

In an instant, the surroundings became deathly silent.

This silence lasted for three seconds, and then... there was an uproar, or would it be more appropriate to describe it as screaming and wailing? Ron heard the sound of heartbreak all over the floor.

There are also desperate cries and suppressed roars.

In an instant, countless pairs of eyes seemed to turn into sharp blades, trying to poke dozens of holes in Ron's body.

Cecilia's body was even more tense. Her originally dark eyes became dim for a moment. Her body was shaking violently. Where did this woman come from? Was she going to snatch the gentleman away from her like a succubus?

At this moment, Cecilia also had the urge to use the bloody knife to cut two holes in this woman's body.

Of course, Cecilia held back. She knew very well that she was just a nun serving her master and should not think too much. As long as she could always have a place by her master's side, that would be Cecilia's greatest happiness.

Charlene, on the other hand, was quite satisfied with this situation. The more women Ron had, the better. This way, he wouldn't do anything to her... Besides, she wasn't that pretty, so she was very safe... Damn, this was obviously something to be thankful for, why was it a bit sad?

Six or seven seconds passed.

Ron and Dolores finally separated.

The silver bridge sparkles with crystal light.

Ron could see that behind Dolores, a group of second-generation nobles were trembling. If it weren't for Princess Dolores being here, a lot of gloves would have been thrown at him, and they would have challenged him to a duel.

Ron smiled bitterly... As expected of Dolores, she didn't care about the eyes of other people around her at all. She did what she wanted and did whatever she wanted.

There was a hint of charm in Dolores' golden eyes. She took a step back and gently pressed her slender jade finger on her lips: "My favorite man, you are finally here."

"By the way, just now, that was my first kiss."

Snap.

It seemed as if Ron saw a group of hearts that were smashed into pieces and turned into glass shards.

The eyes that were looking at Ron could hardly be described as anger, it was simply resentment... The goddess in their hearts had lost her first kiss and was desecrated.

Several nobles frowned and began to re-examine this man who looked ordinary at first glance, as if they were wondering in their hearts what his identity was.

Of course, not every noble is as smart as these few.

A young man who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, is at the prime of his youth.

Seeing Dolores looking at Ron affectionately, he felt as if a hole was hollowed out in his heart. He suddenly took a step forward, took off his white gloves and threw them on Ron's chest, then drew out the long sword from his waist with a swish, and pointed the sword directly at Ron: "I, Joyce Matt, the legitimate son of Marquis Matt, challenge you to a duel..."

Clang! Before Joyce could even finish his words, he felt a dazzling light suddenly flash in front of him.

The next moment, there was a string of dazzling sparks.

The luxurious sword broke in the middle in an instant.

Then, a sharp edge rushed straight to his throat.

An indescribable chill instantly swept through his body. Joyce tried to dodge, but his body was like being stared at and locked by the most ferocious venomous snake. He could not move at all and could only watch the sharp edge getting closer and closer...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Just as Joyce's throat was about to be cut, a lazy voice came from behind: "Charlene, come back..."

The moment Joyce stretched out his sword towards Ron, Charlene had already judged him as an enemy and a threat.

The constraints of the advanced contract documents make Sharin subconsciously attack anyone who tries to harm her master.

The tip of the knife lightly touched Joyce's neck, and Charlene's body bounced back like lightning, still staying quietly behind Ron, as if she had never moved.

Joyce, on the other hand, looked extremely pale.

At the moment when the tip of the knife touched his neck, he really felt as if his throat was cut open. The indescribable fear made the nobleman unable to bear it any longer. He sat down on the ground with a thud, his whole body shaking.

Ron sighed, walked over and patted Joyce on the shoulder: "Young man, don't be so angry!"

There was no other reason, he just wanted to say this, but unfortunately no one responded, and he felt inexplicably lonely.

Some bodyguards of the second generation of nobles also felt the movement here, and immediately appeared at the side of their employer, with their hands on the weapons at their waists, looking at the quiet, motionless woman with vigilant eyes.

"A hero-level expert..."

As the bodyguards' whispers gradually faded away, the way the second-generation group looked at Ron finally changed.

Although we still don’t know Ron’s true identity, the fact that he has a heroic bodyguard is enough to prove that he is someone important.

"There are too many people here, let's go to the private room," said Dolores.

Ignoring the people around her, she put her arm around Ron and took him to her box. As for the box that Logins had prepared for Ron, it was left empty.

Until the figures of the few people disappeared into the private room, the originally quiet auction venue suddenly became noisy, with a continuous buzzing sound: "Who is that kid?"

"Why would Princess Dolores fall for that man? I've never heard of Her Royal Highness having a crush on someone."

"Damn it, I thought I had a chance..."

"Get lost, you have no chance, do you want to see how much you weigh?"

"Investigate, investigate for me. I want to know all the information about this guy. How dare he snatch my woman..."

Similar sounds continued to be heard.

As for the unfortunate Joyce, who was lying on the ground, twitching and trembling, no one cared.

Until an arm reached out silently from the side and supported Joyce who was lying on the ground.

"That guy was really too rude. Look how scared this elegant young gentleman is."

A gentle voice sounded in my ears.

Joyce seemed to have recovered a little, staring blankly at the side where he was standing. There was a middle-aged man in a white robe.

He seemed to have sprayed some perfume on his body, which smelled very nice.

I don’t know why, but Joyce always feels that this middle-aged man seems to have an inexplicable charm.

The originally pale handsome face actually flushed. He smelled good, with a familiar perfume.

"Perhaps, you need to drink a bottle of potion to calm down." The middle-aged man said with a gentle smile, handing a bottle of potion to Joyce.

Joyce's condition was obviously not right. He didn't even take a closer look at it. He just drank the potion in one gulp, a little stiffly.

This pathetic second-generation nobleman was completely unaware that there were still some white eggs left on the potion bottle, which looked like rice grains but were dozens of times smaller than rice grains! 　Here is the third chapter. I have updated 10,000 words today, and there will be more later.

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