...Marjorie really didn't want to get close to this kind of person. She couldn't understand his thoughts.
If the top 100 people in the world had not been invited, she would really like to persuade the United Nations to exclude these strange guys separately, so as to prevent them from suddenly going crazy in front of the whole world at such an important meeting.
Just as Marjorie was looking around, a small cry of surprise came from the east gate.
"He's here, it's really him..."
"This is the first time I've seen a real person live. Before, I only saw him on live broadcasts."
"He was really beautiful, like a sculpture, and his face looked like it was kissed by an angel."
“Maybe God put a lot of extra effort into shaping him.”
"What a shame... Why is there always that student from Dragon Country above him? He should be the most popular one, I really think so."
Marjorie noticed the sounds, had a premonition in her mind, and moved her eyes over.
The person who walked in was a blond, handsome young man. He had a regular appearance, firm facial features, his eyes were as blue as the sky, his cheeks were almost glowing white under the light, and his lips were a faint red, which was in line with the highest aesthetic standards of Westerners for young men.
He was wearing an exquisite black haute couture suit, and seemed to be accustomed to such important social occasions. When he walked in, his steps were steady and his posture was elegant, like a modern aristocrat who was accustomed to going to high-end places, which was very much in line with the girls' fantasy of a prince charming.
...if this guy hadn't lost so badly in the Fourth World.
Marjorie thought with a hint of malice.
Perhaps it was because the prince fell off his white horse and the hero fell into the mud, and such scenes attracted special attention. After the young man from Gran, who was hailed as the successor to the first player, lost to the student from Dragon Country in an overwhelming and tragic way, everyone laughed at him.
At that time, the world forum was filled with cold jokes from various countries. Every word was sharp and mocked the young man named Edward from various cultural perspectives, both openly and covertly.
At that time, the world forum was full of people praising the weak and stepping down on the powerful. Just by taking a look around, you could come across countless meaningful jokes.
And now, this young man who failed once seems to be adapting well.
When he walked in, he still had that princely demeanor, and he was polite to several players who came over to say hello.
...until a discordant voice suddenly interrupted.
"Oh, let me see who this is..."
A middle-aged man with dark brown curly hair yawned as he walked into the room. It seemed like his legs couldn't straighten up and he limped when he walked.
When he saw Edward, who was being adored by everyone, he just laughed loudly:
"Ah, isn't this Gran's hope, Mr. Edward? I didn't expect that he could get up after losing so miserably. Was he drugged by his dog owner? I still often think about the nonsense you posted on the World Forum... and compare it with your tragic death on the Exile Table."
He took a big gulp of vodka and smiled brightly.
The people sitting down all looked at him sideways, and Edward's face darkened slightly.
"This is the Humanity's Future Self-Saving Conference, Mr. Igor." Edward responded, his blue eyes remained calm. "If you have any personal opinions, you can communicate with me in private."
"Haha!" Igor laughed twice, like a roaring bear:
"You mean - no one knows that you are just a joke? It doesn't matter, we all know it, dear Edward, if you want to talk to me in private, I can accompany you. I just didn't expect that you could still appear so glamorously, as if nothing had happened. You are worthy of being the chosen one..."
As he spoke, his naturally loud voice instantly spread throughout the entire conference room that had suddenly become quiet, and even the sound of typing on the keyboard in the back stopped slightly.
"Aha, by the way, and you, Engel, your mental illness hasn't been cured yet? Why don't you try your trial here? See if we are the savior angels in your eyes..." Igor turned his head and shouted at Engel who was smiling at the side.
Looking at this guy who was drinking and shouting, Edward was shocked and angry.
As a person who has been to various high-end occasions, he naturally had never seen such a madman who started yelling and cursing in the conference room. All words seemed to have no effect in front of such a rude guy. This guy with a loud voice could only use his high voice to overwhelm the crowd, completely disregarding the occasion.
And he couldn't just tear off the tight suit and go up to fight. Igor was like a large animal that suddenly broke into the banquet hall. No one could stop him. Civilized means were completely useless against this guy who couldn't hear human words.
And just as the moment of silence fell, the uniformed personnel of the United Corps standing nearby immediately spoke:
"Sir," the uniformed officer said, "Excuse me, please do not drink in the conference room. Please put your wine in your backpack."
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