Chapter 1098

The shrieks came from the mouth of a woman dressed up in a colorful and dusty manner. A group of people screamed and panicked. They immediately used their clothes to help their companions put out the fire. When the fireball was excited, it inevitably alerted the protective array. However, when the guards and attendants who received the alarm information in the banquet hall came, The unlucky guy who was hit by the fireball had been burned with blisters all over and was wailing miserably.

The red halo ring shining on kredil's finger is obviously a magic equipment, and the level has definitely exceeded the advanced level to the excellent level.

A group of noble men and women obviously have people who know the goods. This kind of magic equipment usually has special abilities. For example, it can create a shield to protect the wearer in a crisis, or send fireballs, ice arrows, wind blades, etc. to attack the enemy as just now. The most convenient thing is that the ring finger itself can let the mage inject magic into it, The wearer, even an ordinary person, can activate the magic in the equipment with his mind, so as to effectively attack the enemy or defend himself.

Of course, such magic equipment is valuable, and it must be excellent to enable ordinary people to use magic. Generally speaking, such equipment is specially tailored for buyers by craftsmen. Even export products will be sold in designated large commercial houses and auction venues, Not to mention ordinary people, they are some small nobles. For example, none of the people watching now has a magic equipment.

And more importantly, a palace banquet of this level, generally speaking, quietly carrying weapons and offensive magic equipment will be regarded as an attempt to assassinate and rebel. No noble should dare to commit this taboo.

"Don't ~ don't get excited, boy. Just now... Just a misunderstanding." Seeing that Credil had a magical equipment for attack in his hand, several bad nobles were dumbfounded and retreated slowly with fear.

"Misunderstanding?"

A trace of anger flashed in Credil's eyes: "I don't think there was a misunderstanding just now. You despicable guys don't deserve the title of nobility at all."

If you want to say, the magic ring at the moment is like a pistol, and the most terrible thing is that the pistol is still in the hand of a very excited child, and just now he "shot". Without hesitation, he really has the mentality of planning to kill, and who can not be afraid at this time.

"Ah ah! Don't ~ don't ~ don't do it!"

"Help! Help me!"

"No, killing people will put you in prison. No!"

Seeing the ring in Credil's hand, it began to condense a hot flame. Several noble youths who were originally going to attack Credil immediately ran away in panic. After seeing Credil, the young man who was kicked on the ground by Credil aimed at himself, In an instant, under the captive of fear, a foul smelling yellow liquid came out of his lower body.

Seeing each other look like a loser, Credil only felt that becoming a nobleman was an insult to his status as a nobleman. His father had always taught himself that noblemen should be elegant, intelligent and brave, and should become the most unbreakable cornerstone of the whole country, Only such elites are qualified to become aristocrats and enjoy the privileges of aristocrats.

Those with ability tend to be in the upper position, while those without ability crawl at the bottom!

However, Credil doesn't think these guys have the qualification to be called aristocrats, let alone dare to say that the elf girl is his slave to try to steal it just now. It's like a group of little gangsters who only deserve to wander at the bottom of the outer city wearing noble clothes. However, the gorgeous clothes can't hide their dirty and cheap breath.

Disgusting! Not to mention offending yourself, just calling your favorite girl a slave is unforgivable!

Credil in the heart of the normalizing fire fired the fireball again. However, in an instant, Aisha rushed up and pressed Credil's hand. The burning fireball immediately hit the ground and aroused a dazzling spark. At the moment, the aristocratic youth who escaped by chance was too nervous, and her eyes turned white and fainted.

"Come on, Credil!"

"Please let me go. I'll teach this bastard a lesson. He dares to insult you like this!"

"But you kill him now, which... It will embarrass you and your father."

After being rejected by Aisha, he was very excited by the person who had just been insulted. He just saw Aisha holding herself tightly to stop him, and his heart gradually softened.

Smelling the faint fragrance of orchids on the girl's body, Credil poured Aisha into her arms and felt the warm and delicate body trembling in panic. Credil was full of love like hugging a wounded little animal,

The guards and bodyguards who felt quickly saw the mess here and quickly controlled the people, while the attendants who were responsible for dealing with the emergency began to put out the fire and check the injured without saying a word. It may be because of the age of Credil and Aisha. At first, the guards thought that these noble men and women attending the banquet had caused such a big thing, However, under the excuse of several people, I was stunned to find that it was the boy with extraordinary temperament who hurt people with magic and caused the small fire.

Compared with the few little nobles in front of him, a servant with sharp eyes and familiar with the emblem of the aristocratic family immediately recognized a badge embroidered on Credil's clothes. The boy in front of him was actually the son of the Grand Duke of the karsermon empire. When he saw the elf little girl with pointed ears in the arms of the boy, the servant couldn't help swallowing saliva, At today's banquet, it seems that only miss Turner ya, the top technical consultant who has been at the height of the sun recently, brought an elf to the banquet.

What the hell is going on?

"That... Please... Please let go of me?" Aisha, who was held in Credil's arms, said with a red face and a trembling voice.

For the first time, she was held in her arms by unknown men, and she was still the most hated human at ordinary times. Aisha felt that her heart was beating at an overloaded speed, and her whole body seemed to be stiff. She clearly wanted to push him away, but she couldn't use her strength at all.

"Please let me go, will you?"

Seeing that the boy didn't seem to respond, Aisha was anxious and was about to cry.

The guards and attendants on one side were also a little confused about the current situation. The eldest Duke's son tightly hugged a girl of his age and looked like he was intoxicated in his own world and completely ignored his group of people. This situation is really embarrassing, Although anyone who caused damage at the banquet as a court guard must be arrested and restricted immediately, seeing the boy as silent in the gentle countryside, the guards always felt that it was strange and embarrassing to separate the two now.

At Aisha's third request, Credil recovered. Seeing that the girls were about to cry, Credil felt heartache, but he was cruel to prepare to take Aisha to take her back to his home.

However, when Credil was ready to put his ideas into action, the bodyguards on one side did not intend to let Credil leave like this. After all, he was still needed to deal with the current difficult stall. If it was really the son of the Great Duke, it would be troublesome to deal with it. If possible, the bodyguards were more willing to believe that these things were caused by the small aristocrats.

However, Credil did not intend to stay long. After leaving a sentence "my father is the Grand Duke" to brush the pot for his father, he couldn't wait to take Aisha away.

"Wait, little master Credil, this girl is Miss Turner... Eh ~ please calm down!" When one of the attendants tried to stop Credil from leaving, he was surprised to find that the boy had pointed his magic ring at himself.

Turner! This name is probably the last name that Credil wants to hear now. The angry boy stared at the attendant with some red eyes and threatened impolitely, "get out of the way!"

"Calm down, you... You can't... You can't leave now."

The servant who was pointed at with a "gun" was a little flustered, but although the Royal servant of the Royal Palace was a little afraid after special training, the servant still tried his best to stop him. Even if the boy in front of him used a ring to make magic, he couldn't give in, otherwise it would be a serious disqualification as a royal servant.

Credil really wanted to shoot the attendant in front of him with a fireball, but when he thought of Aisha's persuasion in his ear, he could judge how much trouble he would bring to his father and himself if he really attacked a royal attendant.

During the confrontation, a high voice with a trace of irony sounded.

"Really ~ is there a mistake? If you don't pay attention a little, a little villain will abduct my pet and keep saying bad things about my owner in front of my pet."

Credil was stunned, and then turned around like a great enemy, watching a large group of nobles coming to him in twos and threes, and the only impressively headed in the middle of the period was the half elf Turner, who made him hate, hate and fear the most.

Seeing Turner Ya coming, Aisha was also slightly stunned. She subconsciously wanted to run over, but she was tightly grasped by Credil's right hand and couldn't break free.

Turner smiled at cridil, who looked at him with hatred and fear, and said lightly: "little devil! Remember what I told you last time? Now that you dare to secretly try to abduct my pet, do you already have the power to fight me?"

At this point, Turner smiled and glanced at the ring on Credil's hand.