Luckily, Miss Charlene anticipated this and introduced them. "This is Miss Messia, don't you recognize her?"
Messiah and Charlene had been to the castle before and sat on a bench inside for a long time. Many people were deeply impressed by this young swordsman girl.
"Is this Miss Messia?" They were in an uproar for a moment, then looked at her carefully before bowing their heads deeply. After all, it was actually quite impolite to look at a noble lady like that.
After hearing the same noise outside, the butler walked out of the castle. He first greeted Miss Charlene, and then recognized Loran Hill standing beside him.
"It seems that we have been negligent before. Please come in, Miss Messia." The butler has served the Mo Ruo family for decades. Naturally, he can tell at a glance that Messia's etiquette and temperament show that she is of noble birth and not an ordinary person.
However, in this case, the previous plan would have to be revised. Recalling the Viscount's previous instructions, the butler felt troubled again.
After entering the venue, the girl felt a wave of gazes coming at her. Although it was a bit strange, fortunately she had another identity to cover her up. She was no longer Loran Hill, so she adapted a lot and was not as nervous and shy as before.
Miss Charlene and I simply found a seat and sat down. Soon after, other guests gradually came in.
"Lord Di Feng is here~" This is a famous businessman in the city.
"Baron Crow is here~" A baron from a nearby location was also invited over. He was wearing a black suit and was about 40 years old.
"Pastor Hu Song is here~" An old man in a white robe slowly walked over. He was a pastor in the city's church and the only person in the nearby area who had reached Angel Sequence 4. He was highly respected by nobles and adventurers.
"Mr. Yan Liuyan has arrived~"
A man Roland Hill hadn't expected walked in. He was dressed in loose, oriental robes, a sheathed long sword slung at his waist, and his hair, like dark red flames, cascaded down his shoulders. This man was a former classmate Roland Hill had met in Emenas. He had previously been Osuna's subordinate, but later, having regained consciousness, he joined Roland Hill's club.
He excels in special flame sword techniques, stands out among the students, is uninhibited and very different from other oriental students.
Had he never returned to the East? Looking at the familiar face, the burning magic energy emanating from him, and the rhythmic breathing and steps, Loran Hill quickly determined that this was the 'Huoluo Flame Blade' Yan Liuyan that Emenas had known in the past.
Now his face looked more mature than before. He glanced around casually, then fixed his gaze on Loran Hill and strode towards the girl in the black and red dress.
"This must be Miss Messiah, right? I've heard of you for a long time. Are you interested in a fight with me?"
After he finished speaking, a smile appeared on his stubble-covered chin. It was obviously an excessive request, but when he said it, it sounded so natural, real and bold that it was difficult to scold him.
"I think it's better not to. I'm no match for you."
Loran Hill currently only displayed Sequence 5, so naturally he would not agree to a duel with Yan Liuyan, who was at Sequence 6.
"That's such a pity. A beauty like you would be very beautiful if you used weapons." Yan Liuyan shook his head regretfully.
Luo Lanxier had heard this countless times back in school. Ever since he joined the club, he'd always found excuses to challenge people. He'd even challenged Ling of the Winged Tribe and the forest elf Atati. But surprisingly, he hadn't made any progress over the years. Or perhaps, he'd stuck with one trick and stuck with it.
Seeing that the girl didn't move at all, Yan Liuyan shook his head with a look of regret, then found a place to sit down and drank the wine in big gulps, not caring about his image at all.
At this moment, there was another commotion at the door, and then several officers entered the banquet. They were still wearing military uniforms, as if this was more glorious and elegant than formal wear.
After they entered, Viscount Mo Ruo finally came downstairs at the servants' call.
"Lord Mo Ruo has arrived."
"Welcome, everyone, to my castle." The local nobleman, holding a small scepter and wearing a dark red and white suit, saluted everyone with a smile on his face, like an elegant and kind gentleman.
The hall thus entered a bustling scene, and in some remote corners of the castle, the sound of armor clashing and footsteps gradually sounded, and the original door slowly closed.
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