Chapter 642

The eyes of the people around them were attracted by Amy's voice, and their eyes suddenly widened.

One corner of the black robe on the black robed man was caught by Amy, and the rest fell to the ground. Where the black robed man was standing, a slender black cat was floating in the air, staring at a pair of blue eyes, as if stunned.

The countess's servant is a cat?!!

"Meow!"

I don't know when the ugly duckling who climbed on Amy's shoulder gave a cry, jumped up, put out his paw and patted the black cat on the head.

"Pop."

The sound of this claw was not loud, and it only shook when it hit the black cat's ear. It didn't seem powerful.

The ugly duckling fell to the ground after turning over twice in mid air, rolled two times on the ground, and sat down on the ground, looking a little dizzy.

"Ghosts

However, the paw suddenly woke up the stunned black cat. Her soft black hair burst out in an instant, and a sharp cry came out. She swished into Mrs. Camilla's arms and shivered.

"Caesar the coward." Amy giggled and was so happy.

"Xiao Hei, what a shame you were scared by a little guy." Camilla gently stroked the black cat's hair, said with a smile, not angry, but some unexpected looking at the ugly duckling.

McGonagall looked at Amy who squatted down to pick up the ugly duckling. The little guy was a little skinny, but he didn't expect that there would be a black cat in the black robe, but he would have to talk about the banquet etiquette with the little guy later.

The little commotion caused by Amy destroys the serious atmosphere of the president and the city Lord. I don't know what expression to use for a while.

"Poof - it's Amy who has turned into a black cat!" Vivian's eyes brightened and she almost laughed.

"Yes, it's Mr. McGonagall and Amy, but Amy seems to be in trouble..." Luna's eyes brightened, but looking at the faces around her, she was a little worried.

Geoffrey, too, looked at McGonagall for a moment, frowned slightly, and then looked back, still looking old-fashioned.

Michael, the city master, looked at MEG and Amy with his voice. His eyes were a little surprised, but his mouth was a little smiling. He turned and walked towards MEG and Amy.

Cyril's eyes brightened as he looked at Michael walking in this direction. If he could get the favor of the Lord of the city, he would be able to get back the face he had lost before. He stepped forward two steps and looked at Amy and said coldly, "hum, the uneducated guy should not be here. Can you challenge the majesty of the Lord of the city, you two..."

"Boss Mai and Amy, I didn't expect you to come. I thought your restaurant hadn't joined Aden chamber of Commerce." Before Cyril's words were finished, Michael walked directly past him, looking at McGonagall and Amy's bright smile.

"Lord." McGonagall nodded to Michael and said with a smile, "our restaurant has not joined the Aden chamber of Commerce. Today we are invited by Miss Hill to attend this banquet."

Amy pointed to Cyril wrongly, "Uncle city master, this villain is fierce to me, super fierce, Amy is afraid."

"Who dares to kill our lovely little Amy?" Michael frowned and looked at Cyril.

Michael said hello to MEG first, which made Cyril's face stiff. Now hearing Michael's words, Cyril felt his scalp numb. He turned around with stiff neck, and said with a smile, "Lord, there may be some misunderstanding."

"Who are you?" Michael frowned at Cyril.

Cyril's expression became more rigid. Unexpectedly, Michael didn't know who he was, but as the other person, what could he say? He quickly said, "I'm Cyril Morton, director of Aden chamber of Commerce." Then he took a sneak look at Geoffrey's direction, and clapped at his indifferent eyes, like falling into an ice cave.

Michael took a look at Jeffrey, then looked at Cyril and continued: "young man, treat girls with respect and love. This is the most basic conduct of a gentleman. If you don't understand, I can teach you."

"Yes! Yes... You said yes. " Cyril nodded, his forehead covered with a cold sweat.

"Little Amy, have fun." Michael said with a smile and a look at Camilla with the black cat in her arms.

"Lord, long time no see." Camilla, looking at Michael, said with a smile.

"The countess is very happy tonight, and I hope you will have a good time." Michael nodded with a smile, gave her a meaningful look, and walked with Geoffrey down the separate road.

"What happened to that man and that girl?"

"Yes, first Miss Hill invited them to the party, and now even the Lord of the city is so polite to them?"

"I heard that the last peace talks between the demon and the dragon were not held in the Ducas restaurant, but in the Maimi restaurant. This boss is definitely not simple."

"This man's clothes are so strange, and he looks good. It's a pity that he has a daughter."

Michael and Geoffrey walked towards the VIP table. The guests looked at McGonagall a little differently. They murmured about McGonagall and his daughter, but some girls were a little bit biased.

"Miss Luna! Sister Vivian Amy quickly found Luna and Vivian coming out of the back, walked around Luna, looked at Luna in a plain green skirt, still wearing the white ribbon, and said with a surprise: "Miss Luna, you are so beautiful today."

"What about me? What about me? " Vivian took the initiative to stand forward. The water blue skirt is full of temperament, and the light cyan silk thread evokes a beautiful pattern. The split design makes the slender long legs show no doubt.

"Sister Vivian is also very beautiful, but miss Luna looks better." Amy carefully examined Vivian, and firmly stood on Luna's side.

"Tut Tut, little fellow, your bias is too obvious." Vivian curled her lips, looked at Luna and said with a smile: "however, I also think Luna is particularly beautiful today. If there is no accident, it should be the best of the match."

"Come on, you two." Luna didn't laugh.

When it comes to tonight's best performance, many women's eyes fall on hill and Camilla. Hill's strong woman in a red dress is full of temperament, while Camilla in a long black dress is the queen. She is evil but not charming, which makes people unable to move their eyes and compete.

I'm afraid we can only choose the best one from them tonight?

At this time, the emcee, who was ready to leave, received an invitation, and his expression became tangled.