The next morning, Duchamp got up early in the morning and went knocking on the doors of the others.

Everyone still lives in the White Flower Love Hotel, and they have become very familiar with the owner.

Yesterday, stimulated by airships and music, there were a few people who were so excited that they didn't sleep well, including Dietrie.

After the foul language of 'hillbilly' broke out yesterday, when he returned to the hotel in the evening, Duchamp laughed at Dietrie, but Dietrie did not blush, and said confidently: "What do you know, saying that foul language is also a culture in Haicheng." ”

"What, Haicheng still has such a culture, you are because I haven't studied." Duchamp, of course, did not believe it.

"You'll find out when you go to Haicheng." "Sea City is a seafaring city, full of sailors' bars, and when children reach the age of four or five, they take pride in imitating sailors to spit on the ground and speak foul language, for this is a symbol of manhood," Dietrie describes vividly. ”

"Hahaha, then you must have spit on the ground a lot when you were a child." Duchamp laughed loudly.

"Everyone has that stage," said Dietrie, embarrassed, "but my wish since childhood was to be a sailor, preferably a helmsman or lookout, on a big ship." ”

"Oh, do you still think so?"

"Now, I have found a new ideal, I want to be a pilot of an airship, flying in the air more energetically than sailing on the sea." Dietrie excitedly stretched out his hand and gestured.

"Oh, that's good, after the school starts, let's find a time, ask the school for leave, and go to the flight school in the Liber Kingdom to get a flying license?"

"What you say is true? How long does it take to get a pilot's license? ”

Duchamp just said it casually, but Dietrie was so absorbed that he didn't sleep well for most of the night.

There seemed to be a lot of people who were in a state of excitement last night, and Duchamp knocked on the door for a long time, and then ran to the backyard of the hotel to make a set of punches, and only then did a few people come out in a sparse manner.

Olivier didn't come to the rehearsal room today, but the two classmates from the imperial capital came early.

Near noon, Olivier still didn't come, which directly affected the rehearsal progress.

Learmor gloated: "I think he has run out too many times lately, and he has been confined at home." ”

After lunch, everyone was practicing hard, and a high-end and elegant guide car suddenly drove into the conservatory, stopped downstairs in the rehearsal room, and then the figure of Reem III appeared at the door of the rehearsal room.

He nodded kindly to the students who were rehearsing, walked up to Duchamp, and said, "Don't play today, come with me, there is something to do immediately." Hey, isn't this the second child of the Desaith family, why don't you say hello to me, you can come with me too. Without saying anything, he took Duchamp and Liermuel out.

Duchamp and Learmey were puzzled. Learmour asked softly, "Master Reem, why did you suddenly appear here?" ”

Reem III urged them to get into the car, and after instructing the driver to drive, he whispered: "Your Majesty is going to entertain you in the palace, and hurry up and change into the most decent dress." Then I will urgently explain to you what you need to pay attention to when going to the feast, and of course, Limmor must have already learned it. ”

Hearing that he was going to suddenly attend a royal banquet, Liermu was very surprised, but Reem III's status in the royal family was special, and he didn't dare to ask more questions at all, and he didn't even dare to come out.

"The emperor wants to invite him to dinner, so it must be to thank me for helping his youngest son make a talisman, this inscription and please eat, it is really polite!" Duchamp thought to himself.

When he arrived at the White Flower Love Hotel, Duchamp rushed to the hotel room and changed his clothes in 5 minutes.

"Yes, although the color is very plain, it is very suitable for you." Reem III looked at Duchamp's outfit all over the place, and suddenly his eyes widened: "The pendant around the neck seems to be similar to that amulet, both of which are from the hands of masters. ”

In order to adapt to the royal pomp and embellishment of the status of a magician, Duchamp wore both the Yang Pendant and the Ring of the Breeze outside.

Duchamp smiled and said, "That's right, this pendant was made for me by my teacher, and it has a special effect on resisting evil spirits. ”

Reem III nodded, but this was not the time to study, he anxiously told the driver to hurry up and drive to the outside of Limmour's house, and asked Lilmu to run home to change clothes.

When Learmel came out with a change of clothes, Reem III asked the driver to drive and sped away towards his mansion.

"Styri, have you ever learned systematic court etiquette before?"

"Just last semester, Learmu taught me a little bit about the etiquette of Hajj, Hajj and other precautions, as well as the etiquette of dining."

While thinking back to what Learmu had taught, Duchamp thought in his heart that when he first learned it, he thought that he would not use it for the rest of his life, but he did not expect to use it so quickly.

"It's good to have learned." Reem III breathed a sigh of relief and introduced:

"Tonight, your Majesty will give you a banquet in the Summer Hall of Balfrey Palace, where you, Limmour, and Miss Irina Lineford will be entertained, and the old man will be present as an escort. The summer hall is a small hall of pilgrimage, and the requirements for etiquette are not so strict, but it is also a place for formal gatherings, so every move must be in line with court etiquette. Now, let me explain to you the details that need to be noted. ”

While listening attentively to Reem III's explanation, Duchamp wondered in his heart why the attendees of this meal were really strange, why Liermu and Irina appeared at the same table, and what kind of meal they were eating.

When Reem III was training in a surprise attack, Irina also hurried over in a special car. When she entered the room, Duchamp looked up and was ashamed of himself.

What is formal wear, this is formal wear.

Irina was repackaged from head to toe. The myopia glasses were removed, perhaps with contact lenses. A lean, short hair was added and combed into a lady's demure banquet bun with pearl hairpins that shimmered softly. She wore a silver dress that could be seen at a glance as haute couture, matching high-heeled party shoes on her feet, a string of sparkling pearl necklaces around her neck, and her face was carefully traced with evening makeup. The whole body looks really noble and ladylike, sweet and capable.

Duchamp opened his mouth wide, and the businesswoman's outfit was too inconsistent with her image of wearing an OL suit on weekdays. He suddenly remembered a joke he had heard in his previous life, a certain crew was on tour, and no one paid attention to it after the heroine arrived, and when she came out after she finished her makeup, the world was full of acquaintances: "Wow, when did you come?" We didn't see it. ”

Reem III looked at Irina's outfit and said with satisfaction: "Miss Leanford's dress is really elegant and decent, and the time is almost up, let's go to the palace." ”

(Finally came back, gasping for breath, I don't know why, this time I suddenly found that the oxygen on the plateau is indeed thin, the heartbeat is indeed accelerated, the heart is indeed fragile, and youth is indeed fading at an accelerated rate.) Tibet, I don't feel like I can love anymore. ）