From time to time, it seems like meeting an acquaintance, and the signing is raising a glass to indicate... In this case, naturally no one will refuse. The signing person often smiles back and raises his glass to drink lightly. Then, after Tang En walked past, he searched wildly, who was the person just now? At which party did he meet?

Older people talk about current affairs, young people talk about romantic affairs, businessmen talk about transaction cooperation, women talk about interesting gossip... This is probably the case!

Tang En also saw Joshia and Betsy. At this time, many noble young people gathered around Joshia. These young people were either elegant or calm, affectionate or playing hard to get... like peacocks spreading their tails, competing to show their beautiful feathers.

Of course it is not surprising that such a phenomenon is said to be inversely proportional to appearance, but this sentence is obviously not suitable for Joshia. He is upright and youthful, has a clear appearance, and is also a noble and mysterious magician. Joshia has the capital to make people so obsessed with madness.

When Vincent was pursuing Joshia fiercely, these people felt that they didn't have much hope. But now that Vincent has been assassinated, Joshia has become a masterless flower, and naturally everyone wants to become this flower protector.

Compared to Joshia who was surrounded by the crowd, Becky seemed much more depressed. Her friend was surrounded by others and couldn't get rid of her. Because of some family reasons, no one was willing to approach her. At this time, she had to pluck her cheeks and drink with angrily on the side...

Soon, Tang En had already walked around the hall and kept all the entrances and exits in mind. At the same time, he also discovered that there was one thing that everyone talked about the most tonight...

"Good evening, Lord Paul."

"Good evening, Lord Locke."

"Hey, why haven't you seen Victor recently?"

"Don't you know yet? Something happened in his family..."

"Uh, you didn't mean you were targeted by the noble alliance?"

"To be precise, it was targeted by the noble alliance led by the Count Robert family. The business that his family had run for a long time was almost destroyed..."

"Oh, poor Victor...can't there be no way to stop this alliance?"

"It's difficult. If it were just those five viscounts, the problem would be solved. But now it is the Robert family who takes the lead. Tsk, the strength is terrifying..."

"Then let them grow so strong?"

"That won't be. What do you think the party is for tonight? I heard that several viscounts patriarchs have come to Earl Auston and want him to lead an alliance to fight against the noble alliance."

"Huh...that's good. With the Auston family coming forward, I believe that it can suppress the noble alliance."

"Who knows, this aristocratic alliance has not been in trouble recently... I feel uneasy and always feel that they are going to cause something."

"Locke, you're thinking too much. Maybe they've stopped hearing the news that the Auston family is coming forward?"

"Oh, I hope so..."

Similar conversations continued to spread throughout the hall, and everyone was obviously very afraid of this noble alliance. Of course, this had nothing to do with Tang En. He just listened casually, and soon he found an acquaintance while wandering around.

On the right side of the hall, there is a long nanmu table with various delicious wines and strange fruits piled up on them, allowing guests to pick them up at will.

At this time, a well-dressed and elegant young man was standing by the table. He saw his hands on the table and knocking casually, as if he was considering which food to choose.

After a moment, he snapped his fingers, leaned down, stretched out his right hand and took a plate of fruit platter.

Suddenly, he felt that his left hand was being grabbed by someone, and a low voice rang in his ear: "Thief."

The young man's body shook slightly, his left hand slid, and a blade flashed across his cuff.

The person who grabbed his left hand seemed to know what he was going to do. He pressed down and forced his cuff light back. Then the young man felt a pain in his left wrist. He couldn't help but open his palms, and then the person standing behind him retreated.

The young man suddenly turned around and saw a very gloomy middle-aged man looking at the silver spoon in his hand with interest, with a very eye-catching face and nose.

"Tsk tsk, don't let a spoon go, Jack, you really have the style of a thief."

"That's in sterling silver, okay... Hey, are you... Arthur?" Jack said hesitantly.

"Nonsense, who am I?" Tang En rolled his eyes.

Jack's eyes kept sweeping across his face: "How much is the way we divide it?"

"Five!" Tang En's answer was very decisive.

"Get out... Oh, God, it's really you! How did you do it?"

"Secret... don't touch it, don't remove my nose." Tang En slapped Jack's paw that stretched over to touch his nose.

"It's incredible! This hand-disguising technique is amazing!" Jack was amazed at the disguise on Tang En's face. In fact, he also applied a layer of stuff on his face, and his hairstyle and other things had been changed. However, in the eyes of professionals, flaws can still be seen, such as Tang En recognized him just now.

"Okay, serious, when will you do it?"

Jack obviously had already made plans and said without hesitation: "When Earl Auston comes out, this place is a little closer to the study. Then we will go to the study first. If we don't go to the warehouse."

"Okay, then I'll go and observe the terrain."

"etc!"

"Um?"

"Return it to me first!"

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Chapter completed!