"I just talk casually, my lady, of course you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Ryan was shocked, and he thought to himself that the fairy in the lake was peeping at him! So the fairy in the lake could only admit defeat immediately: "I just talk casually, talk casually, I can't describe the lady's face to this empire businessman, right?"

"It's better to think clearly about your current identity before you speak." The fairy's voice in the lake disappeared.

"What's wrong with Mr. Ryan?" Oliver asked curiously when he saw Ryan's face turned red and pale.

"No, I think I'm drunk too much, it's time to go back." Ryan couldn't say what happened, so he signaled that he should take it.

"Hey, I left so early, and there will be a performance from the singing and dancing troupe next!" Oliver felt very strange.

"No, let's go." Ryan left the banquet hall after taking Veronica to say goodbye to several nobles and the archbishop of the Ocean Church.

Walking out of the city hall, the hot atmosphere and bright lights disappeared in an instant, leaving behind the cold air in the winter night, the bright moonlight, lonely rows of street lights, and the sparse crowd. The glory and excitement were gone with her, and all that was left was emptiness. The gap at this moment made the primary school apprentice Catherine reluctant to leave. She looked at the city hall behind her with nostalgia.

"Catherine?" Veronica, who was walking in front, discovered the situation of the primary apprentice. The woman was dissatisfied at first, but she quickly understood the mood of the primary apprentice, so she said coldly: "Hurry up, or you can continue to attend the banquet by yourself."

"No, mentor, I'll come right away!" Catherine was so scared that her face was pale. Jialan's witches were very strict and even strict with their apprentices. Apprentices who made mistakes would be punished in various ways, and even a small number of them were corporal punishment. Some of them were even older and perverted witches who deliberately left scars on the faces of beautiful female apprentices.

Although this is a rare situation.

The more terrifying situation is jealousy and bullying among classmates. The mentors always tend to obey the words of older and trusted apprentices. Therefore, some scheming students will always deceive their superiors and conceal their subordinates, steal the fruits of other people's labor, and even frame and use violence.

Of course, Jialan will also supervise these behaviors, but the instructor's orders are absolute, so some phenomena are inevitable.

Veronica was pretty good to her elementary apprentice, not very good, nor too bad. When she saw Catherine trotting and following, the witch Jialan didn't say anything. The luxuriously decorated carriage came. Veronica stretched out her hands towards Ryan, and Ryan gently carried the witch onto the carriage - this medieval dress was particularly troublesome and easy to tear when going up and down the stairs, and was only suitable for walking on a carpet-like flat road.

Inside the hot town hall, a tall and thin man in men's breasted clothes and tights walked quietly to Aneda's side. His face was completely unhealthy and pale, and even a faint purple. He held his ear and said something in Aneda's ear. Then the president of the aesthetic club smiled charmingly and said to the Earl of Huron in front of him: "Sorry, Edmund, please allow me to lose my companion."

"Oh! No, no, dear Agneda, please don't care about me, I'll wait for you to come back here." Standing in front of Agneda was a young nobleman from the House of Lords of Marinburg, Edmund Huron, who was only in his twenties. Because his father suddenly died after an accident, he became the owner of the Earl of Huron. This young man was very poor, but he had great achievements in painting and sculpture.

After a grand art exhibition, he met Agneda and fell in love with and indulged in this beautiful president of the Association. He did not hesitate to use all his financial resources to please him, and even abused the power in his hands in order to attract Agneda's attention.

"I think I may not be back, Edmund, would you like to attend the banquet tomorrow night?" Aneda's beautiful face looked full of regret.

"Oh! When! Of course!" Edmund nodded desperately: "I miss the wonderful feeling when we discussed art together."

"See you tomorrow." Agneda and her servant left, Edmund stared at Agneda's figure, and even Schultz walked to him without any awareness: "Edmund?"

"Edmund? Edmund?" The young Count came to his senses until the voices of dissatisfaction continued to call: "His Excellency Schultz, Bishop Aldridge?"

"Edmund, we are asking you, tomorrow our House of Lords will hold a meeting to discuss tax matters. The Winter Festival will be held in another month. In this war, the emperor won a great victory and had a lot of results. We plan to lower the tax rate appropriately to attract the emperor to hand over his seizure to Marinburg for processing... Edmund, are you listening?" Archbishop Aldridge said dissatisfied, because he found that the young man was distracted.

"Oh, no, I won't go. I'll prepare for a banquet in Agneda tomorrow." The young man said quickly.

"Edmund, this is the third time you have not attended the House of Lords. Your father has never been like this. Don't always get along with Agneda. It will be no good for you." Schultz said dissatisfied. The Grand Duke of Marinburg had realized what the aesthetic club actually existed.

"No, no, Agneda won't hurt me." Edmund shook his head repeatedly and walked away: "I'm sorry, I won't attend tomorrow's meeting."

"Oh, I don't know what I would feel when Old Huron is in heaven. He would see his son become like this." Aldridge and Schultz looked at each other and sighed.

Agneda and her servant hurried out of the town hall, returned to their residence by carriage, and spoke in a low voice, his voice neighing like a poisonous tongue: "President, the one named Ryan, we checked his background. It was a savage man who could fight, very, very dangerous. He seemed to have come to chase Belt."

"The barbarian is indeed a barbarian, and he is indifferent to my beauty~" Aneda's eyes had purple-red blood light: "I really want to dismember him and see what's inside his internal organs."

"President, we can't threaten our plans because of that damn fallen hunter, I think we..."

"No, Belt is useful, so you don't need to kill him now... Oh, why not arrange a wonderful drama, how can you feel extremely pleasant drama..."

"As for your instructions."

The night carries their own secrets.

No. 53 Amber Avenue.

"Catherine, go and make two cups of hot milk." Veronica just walked into the wide living room and reached out to untie the long and heavy hem of the evening dress, revealing the short skirt and long legs inside. The witch Jialan first asked her female apprentice to make some milk for herself, then sat next to Ryan and leaned against his shoulder: "What are you getting?"

"I want to hear what you have gained first." Ryan grabbed the woman's hand and signaled her to say first.

This has always been the case. Veronica is better in logical thinking and analysis skills, while Ryan is good at making decisions and finding the most favorable way to deal with them among various rules.

"It seems that the president of the aesthetic club has a very high reputation in the upper class of Marinburg. When she talks with you, at least 60% of the men in the banquet were diverted. When she invites you to the banquet, at least 40% of the men are first grateful, and then they feel that you don't know how to taste and what beauty is." Veronica leaned lazily on the soft chair, and then laughed: "Just like the Oliver you know, you don't know how to taste."

"I don't know how to taste? Are you laughing at yourself?" Ryan untied his bow tie, looked at the unchanged face on Veronica's face, and suddenly said, "I can understand why a talented warlock like Teresa will be pressed by you. I think if she encounters Oliver's situation, she will have to get angry and even take action on the spot."

"What can I get if I care about that idiot? Can I improve my reputation? Can I learn more spells? Can I get any material rewards? Can I improve my status in your heart? If not, what should I care about with him? Will you hate me because he looks down on me?" Veronica sneered and asked repeatedly: "I would like these people to treat me as a vase... In short, I don't recommend that you start openly with aesthetics. That woman is very influential."

Ryan looked at Veronica with caution in his eyes.

This woman is really amazing. In the words of the Celestial Chronicles, she is very cunning and has a lot of skills in qi cultivation. Perhaps Teresa is not inferior to her in her magical attainments, but compared to these people and various scheming, the sorcerer is much worse.

In following Ryan, Teresa was always anxious to prove herself, while Veronica was like a vase, but... the effect she could do was completely different in the end.

Such a woman, she really...

Seeing the man's eyes flashing, a hint of panic flashed in Veronica's beautiful Apricot's eyes. She quickly held Ryan's hand and curled her mouth: "What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?"

"No, I just think you are amazing." Sitting next to the woman, Ryan took the milk from Catherine and drank it all in one go: "A strange feeling, I don't know how to say it, and I don't know if it's right to be a partner with you..."

"What are you talking about?" Veronica's face looked calm, but her voice trembled slightly: "I don't understand what you mean, please make it clear... OK, Ryan?"

"Nothing, I just think there is a reason for Teresa to fight for you. She is already excellent enough, but she just meets you who is better." Ryan shook his head and drove some thoughts out of his mind: "It is also my honor to be a partner with you."

"Huh~" Veronica breathed a deep breath, and she felt exhausted: "Don't scare me."

“Hahaha~”

The night gradually became deeper and Amber Avenue gradually became quieter.

The master bedroom on the second floor was still on. Ryan stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, while Veronica was sitting in front of the dressing table. The woman placed two silver crescent earrings on the dressing table. The room was covered with thick carpets imported from the Southern Kingdom. In the middle of the room was a large velvet bed. The left side of the bed was filled with format lamps and clothes hangers. There was also a fitting room inside, which was filled with witch clothes and shoes. The female congressmen of Jialan were always not short of these things. Veronica's clothes were no longer too many, only three wardrobes. Ryan remembers that Teresa's mother, Aurora's clothes could not be installed in both rooms.

"Jacob's arrival shows that things are serious, and we should speed up." Ryan was still thinking about what happened all day today. The amount of news was too large and he couldn't handle it.

"The key to the problem is where Belt is hidden? Is it a arena? an underground tunnel? or a beautiful club?" Veronica frowned, and she suddenly looked at Ryan: "Ryan... can you go to sleep next door tonight?"

"Is that true? I still want to hug you." Ryan's tone was a little dissatisfied.

The witch Jialan turned around and leaned against the man's chest and angrily said, "I don't mean that, I just said... We are two of us in the same room at night, and you are going to fiddle with me, so how can I have time to think about things!"

"Okay, I think you're right, so I'll go out and check out if I can get some new information from citizens and shop owners." Ryan is not the idiot who is full of dirty thoughts, and knows how to stick to women like a dog skin plaster. Of course he knows which is more important.

Veronica breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She knew that Ryan was no longer the famous Ranger Knight a few years ago.

He is now the God-Choose Champion of the Fairy in the Lake, a legendary mid-level human hero. He has already occupied an active position in his relationship among partners. Although he needs the help of a spellcaster, he no longer has to worry about finding a legendary spellcaster and his partner. In other words, the current situation is that Veronica needs him even more. He loves her, but he does not tolerate it without any bottom line. He does not owe her.

She didn't want to have conflicts with him.

"It doesn't matter if you like to go out and make trouble or ask people to come home, but I warn you not to touch my apprentice." Veronica first pursed her lips, looked into the distance, stretched out a hand and gently stroked Ryan's chest, drew a circle on Ryan's chest, then looked up at Ryan with a bright look: "If you touch her, I won't do anything to you, but poor Catherine will disappear from this world. What will a girl who violates the order of the mentor? Guess?"

"I'm not the kind of man who will die if you don't have a woman all day!" Ryan complained, but the witch obviously didn't believe him: "Oh? Is it? Don't tell me that you've been with our little princess Jialan for so long and did nothing?"

"I really didn't do anything." Ryan complained repeatedly: "No more, Veronica, think about it, if I really touch her, that's going to be trouble!"

"My big knight is still very smart!" Veronica finally let him go on this question: "Go out and have a walk, my big knight."

"Good night, my big witch!" Ryan made a good night kiss on the back of Veronica's hand.

"Good night." Veronica also pecked Ryan's face.

Ryan changed into a clean and ordinary outfit, then carried his one-handed sword behind him, combed his black hair slightly, and left his new home.

Leaving Amber Avenue, Ryan followed the long road to his destination today - Twilight Street.

The dark sky cannot completely conceal the enthusiasm of the citizens of Marinburg. Many streets are open for business 24 hours a day. Ryan wants to inquire about the news. The best place to go is those streets that never sleep. The news there is the most informative in the city.

As usual, Twilight Street is open to the public 24 hours a day, but Ryan met an acquaintance among the bustling crowds on the street.
Chapter completed!