"Whoa!"

Brent pointed to the corner of the salon, where a lonely girl in a white dress sat on a fur sofa. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info girl exudes an aura that no one should enter, although there are several unwilling guys who come forward to invite dance, but all of them died without exception.

"It's the ignorant girl!" Brontë said, shrugging his shoulders.

Charlotte and Claire's faces instantly became extremely gloomy.

The ignorant girl sitting there was none other than Charlotte's sister and the mentor of the two, Sylvia, the princess of the ice lake!

Charlotte grabbed Brent by the collar and asked viciously, "You bastard! I treat you as a brother, and you want to be my brother-in-law!"

Brent looked stunned, "What are you excited about?

"You are not allowed to make a move on your sister (Her Highness Sylvia)!" Charlotte and Claire scolded in unison.

"Hey, two, calm down!" Brent was forced to back away by the sudden blow-up, "I admit that I was attracted to the beauty of Her Highness Sylvia at first, but believe me, I gave up a long time ago! I'm not a fool to give up an entire forest for a tree!"

"Heh, yes? Do you fool know that all the trees in the world are not as good as the one you just gave up?" said Charlotte.

"Couldn't agree more! Claire followed suit.

Brent looked desperate as he retreated, "So what do you want me to do?"

"Stay away from my sister, you humanoid self-propelled seeder!"

"Can't you just talk properly, that's what I was going to do in the first place!" Brent was confused by the two guys, "Damn! With your sister's cold personality, I'm sure no one will ever be able to dance in my life!"

"That's none of your business. Claire, with gratitude and admiration for Sylvia, rarely grabbed in front of Charlotte and sneered.

"Don't talk!, you bastard, you don't even dare to dance!" Brent sneered disdainfully, gesturing at Claire's nose.

"Who said I wouldn't dare!" Claire, who was obviously drunk, raised her voice a few degrees.

"Don't let me look down on you!"

“……”

Faced with Brent's stimulation, Claire confessed.

Charlotte shook her head, she couldn't stand Claire's cowardice, "One thing this humanoid self-propelled seeder is right, buddy, you're really cowardly!"

"Can't you just call people by name?!" Brent laughed angrily.

"You really don't have a backache when you stand and talk!" Claire was also annoyed by his cowardice, he was drunk, and couldn't help but sneer at Charlotte, "Just now this humanoid self-propelled seeder was saying that His Highness Sylvia will not be able to be successfully invited to dance in his life, why don't you think of a way to slap him in the face!"

"Who's the humanoid self-propelled seeder!!" Brent couldn't help but shout any longer.

"That's you!" Charlotte and Claire said in unison.

The three poorly drunk men glared at each other like vindictive bulls in the food section, and the rest of the nobles fled from the center of the storm for fear that Charlotte would suddenly give someone a magic bullet like she had done to Viscount Cecil.

The three of them stared at each other and were silent for a while, Charlotte scratched her head first, and said with some confusion, "It's strange! Why did we quarrel all of a sudden?"

Claire shook her head in confusion as much as Brent.

"Okay! Let's break it down briefly. Charlotte pointed first at Claire and then at Brent, "The problem now is that there is a man who is silently in love with a girl, but he is afraid to come forward and invite him to dance. There was also a man who failed to invite to dance, so he said in a sour tone that he couldn't eat grapes, that girl would never accept anyone's invitation to dance for the rest of her life!

"Except for the fact that grapes are sour because you can't eat them, that's about right!" replied Brent with his index finger in a strengthened tone.

Claire, ashamed and distressed, brought another glass of wine from the waiter's tray.

Charlotte clapped her hands, "Then I have a proposal that can help someone muster up the courage to invite a dance, and slap someone in the face by the way!

Claire and Brent held out their hands and gestured to please.

"The three of us made a bet that if I succeeded in asking my sister to dance, Claire would have to ask Vivien Leigh to dance, is there a problem?" Charlotte asked Claire.

Claire hesitated for a moment, then looked at the dream girl on the dance floor who was dancing with Elbert, and nodded fiercely.

"Very well, and Brent had to promise me that he would never make a move on a girl I was close to in my life!Oh, no! Oh, no, I should say that if I didn't want you to shoot at any girl, you would have to resist your urge to think with your lower body!

"That's ruthless!" Brent was startled, but he thought about it, thinking that he wouldn't have many opportunities to deal with his cousin in his life, and he was also curious if Charlotte would really succeed. So he gritted his teeth, and nodded with the same ruthlessness, "The negotiation is established!"

"Remember, it's a successful invitation to dance!" the two men added uneasily.

"Of course!" Charlotte nodded, "Charlotte is very good at what she says!"

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers at the waiter not far away, and said to the waiter in Claire and Brent's puzzled eyes, "Please help me bring me a few more glasses of red wine, thank you!"

"What do you want to do?" asked Brent, bewildered, and then it dawned on him, "You want to get Her Highness Sylvia drunk with red wine?!

Brent grabbed Charlotte's neck and whispered in his ear, "Although this method is old-fashioned, the success rate is really high, why didn't I think of using this old method in the first place?"

Charlotte snatched the tray from the waiter's hand, shook off Brent's hand, and said with a look of disdain, "Don't confuse me with you bastard!"

After that, Claire and Brent drank eight glasses of red wine in succession in the surprised eyes!

The two looked at Charlotte, who wiped the corners of her mouth and burped with a red face, and couldn't help but shout, "You're crazy!"

"Strong, courageous!" Charlotte's tongue was knotted, and she staggered a little as she stood still. He pointed to his nose and opened his mouth to speak, a mouthful of wine made the two of them cover their noses and retreat, "Look, look at me!"

With that, he staggered through the crowd and walked straight across the dance floor to the saloon under the astonished eyes of the people. As he passed by one of his attendants, he took two glasses of red wine and drank one of them.

The empty wine glass was put down on the tray, and when Charlotte burped and took another glass, she also took the opportunity to stroke the chest of the waiter with her hand, and in the other party's shivering and terrifying expression, he smiled and said, "Brother, buddy! You, you look quite handsome! Phase, believe me, I have wronged you as a waiter here, and it is better to go to the hotel to sell your ass!"

Squire: "@-@!"

Claire and Brent in the back looked at each other with their mouths wide open, and said in unison.

"It's over, it's over! Charlotte, he's crazy—"