"Antron, Antron, are we really going in? The doorman looks so fierce......" Outside the gate of Geert Palace, Orome wrung her fingers nervously, and her mood of gain and loss was overflowing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing the well-dressed ladies and gentlemen step out of the carriage with the help of the servants, and enter the banquet hall one after another in an elegant and confident manner, Antron was also beating the drums in his heart, and always felt that this rented dress looked ridiculous on himself.

Looking up at the brightly lit Geert Palace, in his eyes it was the epitome of high society.

"Orome, if we retreat here, it is likely that we will never have the opportunity to enter the hall that represents the upper class of Baigull Harbor and the entire Bend League in our lifetime, can you be willing?"

"You're right, anyway, we are all small people, and face is worthless, even if we are kicked out, it is much better than regretting it for life!"

Ourome held the emblem and whispered a prayer, drawing courage from her faith, and finally walked towards the door to another world.

"Stay, two." Sure enough, as soon as I walked to the door, I was stopped by the doorman.

"Excuse me, please show me your invitation." The doorman spoke politely, but his eyes were as sharp as a blade. He had never seen the pair of young men and women in front of him, and their shabby clothes and panicked expressions looked very suspicious.

"Invitations? Oh, and we've got invitations. Antron didn't give up, and took out the napkin signed by Roland from his jacket pocket and handed it to the doorman.

The doorman's brows immediately twisted into a deep "Chuan" character, and he looked Antron up and down, and his voice turned cold: "Sir, are you joking with me?" ”

"It's miserable, I knew it was going to be like this......" Olome couldn't help but lament.

Antron wiped a cold sweat and barely kept his town to explain to the doorman: "Please take a closer look, there is a signature on the napkin......"

"I'm sorry, I've looked at it carefully, and in fact I can't tell the purpose of the vague handwriting." The doorman said coldly.

Antron was stunned for a moment, looked down at the napkin, and couldn't help but complain to himself. His palms were sweating profusely from being so nervous, and the napkin he had been holding in his hand was soaked with sweat, and his signature on the pen became blurred.

"Miss Katya, there are two strangers with suspicious looks at the door of the hall, how should I deal with them?" The doorman squinted at Antron and Orome as he took out the communication stone and reported to his superiors.

"It's miserable, we're going to be arrested as a wrongdoer!" Urome's little face turned pale with fright, and she tugged at Antron's sleeve and tried to slip away. However, just as she was about to shrink back, a strong and powerful hand pressed her shoulder, and a cold warning sounded in her ear: "This young lady, please stay, you can't leave until the problem is clear." ”

Eurome hastily turned around and saw two sturdy guards in chain mail and swords at their waists, their faces as gloomy as ice, looking at her with a scrutinizing thief's gaze.

The poor little priest was so frightened that he was about to cry, and when the six gods were gone, a young lady in a black evening dress came to the hall, with short hair that reached her ears, and a pair of crystal glasses on the bridge of her high nose, which looked beautiful and intellectual, and her demeanor exuded a calm and capable temperament.

The guard hurriedly stepped forward, put his right hand on his chest and bowed to the lady, and reported respectfully: "Miss Katya, the suspicious guy has been controlled by me, please deal with it." ”

Katya nodded, walked over to Antron and Orome, who were already frightened, and looked at them quietly, a smile suddenly rising on the corner of her lips.

"You're from Dolphin Bay University Park, right?"

"Uh, yes Miss, I'm a business school student, and my friends are from seminaries, and they're all law-abiding citizens with clean nets." Antron replied in a low voice.

"Show me the invitation." Katya held out her hand to him.

"We're sorry, we don't have an invitation...... Well, just a napkin, and a gentleman signed his name on it and said it could be used in lieu of an invitation. ”

"That's the napkin." Katya bluntly interrupted his explanation.

Antron was shocked by her strong bearing, and hurriedly took out a napkin, carefully smoothed it, and offered it with both hands.

Katya elegantly rolled up the napkin and looked through it carefully, shook her head and sneered: "The signatures are so ugly, and I am embarrassed to show off to others." ”

Hearing this, Antron felt as if he had been hit on the head, and said hesitantly: "I'm very sorry, ma'am, I blame me for being too stupid and falling for that man's ......."

"Fooled? No, you are not fooled. Katya turned her head to look at him and said indifferently: "Although this signature is ridiculous, it can indeed be used as an invitation, okay, you two can come in with me." ”

Antron and Orome never dreamed that there would be such a divine turn, and they stared blankly at Katya's slender back, at a loss for a while.

"What the hell is going on with my lord Sesila, Antron?"

"I don't understand either, but...... The Miss Katya seemed to recognize Mr. Roland's signature, and perhaps they were friends in the first place. ”

"Excuse me, you two, for the offense just now, now you can enter the banquet hall, Miss Katya is waiting for you." The doorman changed his face and reminded them politely.

"Oh! Okay, okay! Antron suddenly came back to his senses, took Orome's hand and hurried up the steps, and walked into the brightly lit hall, and was immediately struck by the dazzling splendid decoration and the lively social atmosphere, like a beggar breaking into the palace, and did not know where to put his hands and feet.

In the center of the hall is a circle of tables covered with scarlet velvet tablecloths, where delicacies from the mountains and seas are piled up like hills, and a variety of fine wines are available for people to enjoy at will. Sexy, scantily clad maids weave through the crowd with silver plates, goblets and amber liquor mix with a dreamy sheen, and well-dressed men and women sip champagne and toast with a smile while chatting.

"Miss Katya, Miss Katya, what are your orders?" Embarrassed to avoid one of the maids, Antron sideways through the crowd, hurrying after Katya's back.

"Go to my office next door and talk, it's quieter there." Katya said without looking back.

Pushing open the door, Katya walked straight to her desk and opened her personal wine cabinet, and after a moment's thought, took out a bottle of drink and two crystal glasses.

"You have to give a public speech later, so I won't invite you to drink, drink some grape juice to moisten your throat."

Katya uncorked the bottle with a delicate Mithril opener, poured the thick, bright juice into the crystal cup, and handed it to Antron and Orome.

Ou Luomei drank the juice down, her dry throat was much more comfortable, she couldn't help but burp, and quickly covered her mouth, her pretty face flushed.

"I'm sorry, it's so rude......"

Katya pursed her lips and smiled, touching the little girl's head: "There are no outsiders here, no need to be restrained, sit down." ”

The two young men sat on the sofa opposite each other in a regular manner, and Orome glanced at Antron, and followed his example by placing his hands flat on his knees, as if he were a schoolboy on the first day of class.

Katya took a sip of her glass and her thin lips were dyed red, making her look even more beautiful and moving.

"I know very well what you mean, have you written the crowdfunding plan?" Katya put down her glass and looked at Antron, "Show it to me when you're done." (To be continued.) )