Even the nobles present had their own thoughts when they looked at this pair of young people. Even if they are confined to prejudices, they can't help the aura of others.

People are like that sometimes, the narrower they are, the more jealous they are. In fact, for the nobles in this room, they just don't want to admit that the real reason for them to gnash their teeth is that they are far inferior to others.

"Yo, it's you. At this time, a noble lady came out of the crowd, "You little fellow, why did you come to Zantz City?"

The lady was quite spicy, and when she came up, she raised her eyebrows and threw a wink at Alwin, still in front of so many people.

Alwin and O'Ann looked at each other, but they had to sigh at such a thing as fate, or rather, this world is really small.

It turned out that this was the noble lady who was in Bellamar at the time, and Alwyn painted her portrait.

"Why, Countess Reotra, is it possible that Mr. Erwin is still your old friend?" asked Count Onein curiously.

"I can't talk about old friends, but I met them when I was in Bellamar. The lady smiled and said, "At that time, he was still performing on the streets, but I didn't expect that in a few days, he would become your 'great painter' here." ”

The speaker is not necessarily unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

When it fell into the ears of those present, it was not such a taste. Especially these men who believed in their aristocratic status listened to it, and became more and more contemptuous of Elwin. Performing on the streets, in their opinion, is almost the same as those wandering beggars.

"Well, look at what you say, 'here we are'? I see, Mr. Alwyn is a master everywhere. At this time, the Countess of Onein also stood up and said with a smile, "So, it is not that we are here, even in your Duchy of Tilaire, this Mr. Alwyn is not inferior to anyone. ”

There's a reason why the Countess of Ornein came out to "save his respect" for Alwyn at this time. She already didn't like this lady of Reotra, and she couldn't see her coquettish appearance, plus this person's "you guys are here", which seemed to mean that she didn't look down on the nobles here in Zantz City. Therefore, the Countess of Onen, as the hostess of this tea party, had to say something.

This Countess of Ryotra is a friend of the famous "Duchess of Sloane" in the Duchy of Tiller.

After all, the Duchy of Tillaire and the Duchy of Burr are also of the same coin. The Duchess of Sloane, who is now in power in the Duchy of Tilaire, is the cousin of the Marquis of Eru, Grand Duke of the Duchy of Burr. The nobles of the two countries have maintained contact for so many years. Before her marriage, the Duchess of Sloan was a celebrity in the aristocratic circle of the Duchy of Burr.

The Duchess of Sloane, Sanifensa Perrone, cousin of the Marquis of Eru, is now the lord of a country, so it is naturally inconvenient for her to attend these gatherings in the Duchy of Burr at will. But she also "cares" about her unworthy cousin's country, so she needs an eyeliner that can often appear in the aristocratic circles of the Duchy of Burr.

In the Duchy of Tilaire, the Countess of Reotra, who has the same reputation as the Duchess of Sloane and has a reputation for debauchery, was selected and became the best choice for this eyeliner.

Many nobles in the Duchy of Burr knew what the identity of this Countess of Reotra was, so they all gave her a lot of face.

The Countess of Onen, on the other hand, was not afraid of offending people, so she said that to stab the thorn.

The Countess of Aunein had known her and her brother-in-law's cousin, Sani Fensa, for a long time. This is a kind of "old friendship" vs. "new friendship."

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love" of disdain. But she may not have understood that there was no friendship between women, especially to the Duchess of Sloane.

"Oh, it's all my fault for not making it clear, I want to say, I have eyes without beads, why didn't I see it at the time, this Mr. El Wei is such a great painter. Seeing this, the Countess of Reotra hurriedly rounded herself up.

"We're not the only ones who think so. I've heard a lot of young people from the Shinto Sect say that Mr. Alwyn's attainments are much better than those of the current painters. Just that 'believer', what a miraculous skill can be created. Count Onein also heard the "verbal sword" between the words of the two women, and he naturally had to stand on his wife's side.

"Ouch, what's the point of discussing these useless things all day long? In my opinion, a big man can write and draw, and he has a fart?" said a man in the crowd at this time.

Everyone looked back, and it turned out that it was Baron Tiverly, who had come with the Countess of Reotra, and was also a nobleman of the Duchy of Tilaire. He said this when he saw that the Countess of Riotra had suffered a loss in words. Of course, Tiffly has another identity, he is the lover of the new picture of the Countess of Riotra, so at this time, he naturally can't stand idly by. Moreover, he didn't look down on a commoner like Alvin who made a living by "selling his art".

To tell the truth, the baron's verbal attack was actually quite clueless, and it was quite a bit of a desire to add to the guilt without excuse. It's like a few people were discussing whether today's lunch was good or not, and someone broke in and shouted, "You guys have a fart lunch, what's so delicious for lunch? It's inexplicable.

However, these aristocratic men in the garden were not happy with our new great painter, so no one said anything to refute him, and even many people secretly rejoiced, and finally someone stood up to kill Alwin.

Count Onen, of course, was not accustomed to someone sarcastically mocking his distinguished guest in such a rough voice, and as soon as he wanted to make a defense, he was stopped by Alvin with a smile.

Onien looked at Alvin with a smile on the side, and couldn't help wiping the corners of her mouth, she sighed in her heart, "Actually, this person will one day be scolded for being too 'literary'?" She really didn't expect that Alwin's side skills could cause so many things.

"Sir, what do you think a big man should be, to be useful?" said Alwyn, walking straight up to Baron Tiverley, smiling and politely asking.

Seeing that Alwyn was so unafraid, the women in the garden were even more interested, their eyes widened, and they looked on tiptoe to see what would happen next.

Tiverly thought that Alvin was just an outstanding-looking painter, but he didn't expect this guy to be so kind and force him directly. He was intimidated by Alwin's bearing, and he was a little speechless for a while. He wanted to show off in front of his lover, but his oily appearance was at most just a sharp show among ordinary people, and he really met Elwin, who was plump and sharp, and his momentum was immediately a lot shorter.

The main Alvin hasn't done anything with anyone for a long time recently, and his hands are itchy, but now with this "rafter", he is quite happy.

Tiverly blushed, "Just... will mention ... Mention a paintbrush, what is it... Man. No, it doesn't make sense... Martial arts magic, how can you be worthy of walking in this world?" The baron was close to Alwin, and he was so frightened that he finally managed to put this on

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In a word, it is finished.

Alwin nodded approvingly, and glanced at the other party's saber, "Then how do you say it, you are... Do you want to do something with me?"

As soon as he said this, there was an uproar.

No matter how restrained Alvin was, the gangster spirit that had been habitually evil all year round was finally uncontrollably revealed. After all, he was once one of Salyushi's notorious "Four Youths", and this still has the flavor of that meeting.

The nobles in the garden, large and small, were a little stunned at this time, they couldn't have imagined that this young painter who looked at the book was actually such a temperamental person.

Onian was not surprised, and still had a smile on her face.

Baron Tiverly swallowed and replied boldly, "How... How? Are you afraid you won't make it?"

The baron was forced to a dead end by Alvin, and if he coaxed it, he was afraid that today would become a joke at today's tea party. So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and decide to "do something" with Alvin.

In the warm afternoon, the guests at the tea party were very sleepy, and as soon as the Elwins arrived, everyone was in good spirits. With Baron Tiverly's grim tone, things got going, and now there was a duel to watch. It seems that this tea party, for the guests, is really not in vain.

Alvin nodded his respectful gesture of respect for the other party's courage, and then took a half-step back and asked solemnly, "Is it until one side is carried out as a corpse?"

After all, Alvin had also experienced several life-and-death battles, so when he said this, although his tone was flat, it made the people present shudder when they heard it.

Now, this Baron Tiverley's legs are really a little weak. He glanced at the Countess of Riotra beside him as if pleading for help, but the eyes of the people avoided looking away. Of course, he was not asked to come forward in the first place, he was a typical self-inflicted man.

"Well, Mr. Alwin, you're kidding. It must be the point to the end, the point to the end. Count Onein hurried out to persuade him. He didn't want to have a tea party and end up with someone dying in his garden.

"Look at this Erwin's posture, this is really going to die, and the one who lost his life must be the Baron Tiverly. Anyway, this man is also the baron of Tilaire, and if he really wants to die in his own family, how can it be good. Aunein mused.

"Come on, let's take a few steps back and give up our positions. While the Count of Ornein was still hesitating, his wife reacted quickly, and had arranged for everyone to vacate the center of the garden. The main thing is that she really dislikes the Countess of Reotra, hates the house and the Wu, and naturally does not have any good thoughts about this Baron Tiverly. She really wanted to see how Alwyn taught the man.

Fia, the youngest daughter of Count Onein, looked at the two people in the garden who were standing still and preparing for a duel, and felt a little stunned. She wondered if she shouldn't have invited Alvin to her tea party.

It wasn't that she was worried that Alwyn would lose the duel, but she had a vague sense that Alwyn would be a very dangerous figure. Beneath that warm jade countenance, there is a fierce soul. After all, she and he also had the courtesy of Zhou Gong, and they still know a little bit about it.

Thinking of this section, Fia couldn't help but blush again. She couldn't help but glance at Onian who was standing not far away, a little sad for herself, but she really wanted to give up, but she didn't want to.

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