1:280 Dancing at the Night Feast (Part I)

1:280 Dance to the Night Banquet (Part I)

The next evening. (Tomorrow is the duel between Arthur and the Grand Duke of Parinlore) Arthur's ominous premonition has finally come true.

Ominous? This is not just ominous! This is simply a disaster!

He was forced to wear a sky-blue evening gown.

The beautiful and lovely evening dress is designed completely according to the concept of waterfalls and flowing water, and the colors are from top to bottom, from sky blue to snow white. The gradient color is outstanding but unpretentious, like the water from the sky spilling on the earth, splashing beautiful white water on the ground, and [the water splash] is reflected by the white lace edge.

Very beautiful, however, it is an evening dress for women.

Woman. Feign. Target.

Arthur looked at Beddie and Tristan on the side, and then looked at Greenway, who was already smiling and bent over.

"Greenway, did you do it on purpose?" asked Arthur, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"No, no!" Greenwile denied as she covered her smiling cherry mouth, "Puff I told you, it's a masquerade ball, and no one will recognize you." So, you don't have to worry about your discipline I mean, your image will be ruined. "Since I'm wearing a mask, do I need to disguise myself as a man?!" Arthur said angrily. Greenway: Is this just for the sake of playing with Arthur?

"Yes, it's necessary!" said the girl, holding back a laugh, "do you think that it is less likely for us two women to be wary of the guards when we hang out in the castle, or is it less likely to arouse the guards' vigilance when a man and a woman wander around?" "Although he knew that this was a crooked theory made up by Greenway, Arthur always felt that he was persuaded somewhere?

Seriousness is that you lose

But the dead-eyed Arthur still stubbornly said, "If you want to sneak into the castle in this kind of thing (skirt), it will be very inconvenient to move, and besides, your high heels can kill me when you walk!" He fiddled with the pure crystal heels on his feet. Even now, he's wearing this thing, and heel has a blister. What a pain it would be to wear this all night.

Bediwell, who was on the side, couldn't help but feel strange when he looked at Arthur, who was now dressed like a little princess.

"Bedi, what's wrong with you? Tristan was struggling to laugh as he endured the pain on his body, but he was more concerned about Bediwell's gaze, "How? Am I dressed like this? I look like a little prince no matter what, right? "(You were originally a prince)" Yes, yes, you are handsome. Beddie smiled perfunctorily, "Is there really no problem with your injuries?" "It's okay to act according to the original jihua?" "It's okay, I can handle it even if I'm fighting now!" Tristan put on his tie disappreciatively, "Let's go!" After the group walked out of the farmhouse, Merlin waited outside the house.

"**Teacher, I'm sorry to make you even ready for this. Greenwiel laughed.

"You're welcome, serving the ladies is what should be done. Merlin humbly bowed, and he deliberately lengthened the word [ma'am], which was actually mocking Arthur.

Then, with a flick of his hand, the mage threw a pumpkin out of his hand, and the pumpkin instantly turned into a glittering and gorgeous carriage.

With a flick of his hand, he threw four mice out of his sleeve, turning them into four white-haired horses in an instant.

"The magic will kick off before twelve o'clock, and it will be the only time for you to escape. I wish you all success. Merlin smiled. He also seemed to be expecting this operation to be more of a prank than an action?

Although there were many places to vomit, Arthur thought that Merlin was an all-powerful light, and this little trick would not be difficult for him at all, so he held back his stomach full of grumbling and got into the carriage.

As soon as Bediville's whip was raised, and the horse neighed, the carriage began to move, along the country road, all the way to the Second Imperial Capital.

At the same time, London, Fort Eielsen.

"Uncle really doesn't show up for the party?" said the ebony knight, dressed in a black evening dress, into the parlor.

"Don't go. The Heavenly Knight Parin Lore said disdainfully, "That kind of boring party where dignitaries and nobles enjoy themselves, I'm just embarrassed by this reckless man." It's better to practice your swordsmanship here. "Dad really doesn't understand the amorous feelings. The black-haired young man on the side, who was also wearing a black dress, said, "Forget it, you old man who doesn't know how to be flexible, just get moldy here." I, Pasiva, and Cousin Gonther went to have some fun together. Probably won't be back tonight. "Jagloviay stinky boy!" said Parinlore angrily, his eyes wide and his head smoking, "If you are so presumptuous, I will kick you out of the house!" That's how you chased away your mom anyway. Yaglovi retorted.

"You-" Without waiting for the Grand Duke of Parinlore to get angry and curse, Gangse rushed to play the round: "Okay, uncle, cousins, now is not the time to quarrel, tonight is rarely Christmas Eve, everyone will be peaceful-" Before Gangse could finish speaking, a flying arrow grazed his face and thrust into the pillar beside him.

Gangser wiped the blood from his face, and the small braces on his face healed immediately. But he looked at the cold arrow, but there was a hideous and fierce expression on his face.

"Who is so bold?!" roared Parin Lorre, his voice echoing throughout the castle.

Of course, no one would be stupid enough to answer.

Gonser took the arrow off the wall and saw the letter tied to the end of the arrow.

There is only one line written on the stationery:

[I know you're not human.] See you in the eastern suburbs of the city. Gonse put away the letter, and his originally terrifying and dark face instantly changed to that amiable face: "I'm sorry, Jaglovi and Pasiva, it seems that I can't accompany you to the masquerade. There's a nasty rat waiting for me to get rid of. His two cousins looked at each other speechlessly.

"Do you want me to help?" asked Parin Lore, shaking his feet impatiently, the boring banquet that made the heavenly knight panic.

"No, uncle. I can deal with such rats myself, and there is no need to let your uncle do it. Uncle, you better rest tonight and get ready for tomorrow's duel. Gonse smiled.

Actually, there is a reason why Gonse did not ask Parin Lorre to go. He was annoyed by the cold arrow just now, and was about to go on a killing spree, and by the most brutal means he could think of, to kill the offender absolutely. He didn't want to be seen by others when he went on a killing spree.

Because, this Gangse, he is not human, just something in the skin of a human being.