Chapter 330

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"Brother Locke, will you come back this time?" Melson picked up the wine from the maid with his greasy hand, clinked a glass with Locke and drank it at once.

Shaking his glass, Locke looked at the singing and dancing Faustin noble men and women in the front garden, looked indifferent, didn't know what to think, and didn't seem to hear Melson's words.

Seeing Locke like this, Melson was not angry, but raised his hand and asked the maid to fill his glass again.

Count Melson did not reach the height of knowing the plane war, but Melson, who traveled around many countries and owned many industries, smelled an unusual smell with his sensitive nose that was not coordinated with his body.

This is a tense and depressing atmosphere. Count Melson, who feels this atmosphere, can't help but feel cold and excited when he thinks of the strong men above high-ranking attendants who have disappeared in China in recent years.

His uncle George was also a high-ranking servant. Melson had asked implicitly, but George didn't know much. He just told the knights that they had gone to perform the recruitment task of the knight palace.

Because George was not young and had just experienced a two-state war, he was a little tired. After paying a lot of resources, he escaped the recruitment task of the knight's palace.

There are not a few high-ranking attendants like George in the mainland of Messia. All of them stand at the high level of secular power, and only these people can afford the high cost of violating the recruitment task of the knight's palace.

Melson was also curious and asked Locke, a high-ranking attendant who had just returned from studying in the omore empire.

Compared with the forstan Kingdom, which is closed like the countryside, I believe that there must be some explanations spread among the general public in the omor Empire, which is his intuition as an excellent businessman.

Since Locke didn't say anything, viscount Melson didn't ask. He took the maid's full glass and drank it again.

Locke didn't say it. In fact, it was obvious. Melson also understood that this was not what he should contact. Locke obviously knew something.

The two chatted one after another. Under the garden, more and more men and women entered the dance floor. Melson looked at it and asked, "brother Locke, don't you go down and play?" With that, he winked in the direction of Grace's women. He was one of the few people in Faustin who knew that Locke was "bold".

"No, if you want to go, go yourself." Locke shook his head and took a sip of wine.

He can't dance at all. The last time he danced was seven years ago. When he just came out of Murphy forest with Angelina, Angelina taught him at the dinner hosted by the prince.

But after such a long time, Locke had long forgotten the movements Angelina had taught him.

Grace is sure to dance, as are Christine and Raffi, but Locke is not interested in having two women teach him to dance on the spot.

In addition to missing his parents and not worrying about him, Locke doesn't want to be too presumptuous in front of his future father-in-law.

On his way back to the palace, his majesty had a deep feeling for Locke's indifference.

Locke, who has experienced so many battles and dangerous situations of life and death, and also participated in the magnificent and thrilling plane war, is still a little frightened in the face of King faustan.

Locke doesn't care about the suppression of noble titles. Locke, who has at least hundreds of lives, has killed Sherlock people, thieves of the omor Empire, ferocious Warcraft and ectopic creatures. These souls under Locke's sword have not brought any substantive improvement to Locke.

However, Locke's way of looking at and dealing with things has changed greatly, and unknowingly, it also gives him a special momentum.

This momentum is usually suppressed in Locke's heart. Only count Melson, an old slick who often deals with all kinds of people, can spy on one or two.

Can the title be a meal? Can the title make the ectopic creature slow down the butcher knife you drop.

Obviously not.

Locke, like others, pursues power and power, but in the process of pursuing these, he will not lose himself. He knows what needs to be done and what unnecessary actions are.

The king's majesty wanted to beat himself as much as he wanted. Locke lay on the stone chair and thought with his arm around his head.

It's a big deal. When the time comes, I'll leave foster with all my relatives in a floating boat and elope with Angelina!

Locke thought bitterly.

He still has this charm and is confident that Angelina will follow her when she comes.

But Angelina herself may be sad between relatives and lovers, which is the last thing Locke wants to see.

I hope your majesty won't break up with Angelina, Locke sighed.

Strength is strength. Locke thought angrily that if he was now a quasi knight or even a formal knight, his Majesty would not object to the marriage.

The materials brought back from the activated goblin world directly help Locke to be promoted to an official knight is impossible, but quasi knights are still possible.

When Locke plans to break through the high-level magic apprentice for some time, she also tries to see if she can touch the quasi knight.

While Locke was thinking about things, count Melson had twisted his stomach and walked down the dance floor.

Before approaching the dance floor, several young and beautiful noble women walked towards count Melson with a smile.

Melson is in his thirties, but he hasn't married yet. He is also the only one among the high-level nobles of foster. In his own words, he should enjoy it for a few years before talking about marriage.

This also makes Melson become the most beautiful and shining diamond king among the Faustin aristocrats.

These noble girls may run for his power or his wealth, but it is certain that no one runs for his "handsome" appearance.

When count Melson was dancing on the dance floor, he quickly walked back and went straight into the side hall.

Princess Angelina, at the top of the side hall, was still joking with the old king and asked Si to walk to the left noble group below the side hall.

"How's it going?" Near the window, Coster tasted wine and asked expressionless. At this position, he could just see the beautiful face of Princess Angelina above the hall.

Jean Claude put his body together, covered his mouth and spoke in Coster's ear for a long time.

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