"I, I ......" After thinking for a long time, Sylvie finally came up with a very powerful rebuttal: "But I don't have an evening dress!"

Time is tight, and an hour is definitely not enough to make an evening dress. If you attend the ball as Martin's female companion and dress too shabby, you will definitely be regarded as a disgrace to the nobility.

"No problem. Miss Grandz, I have already ordered your evening dress for you. Jaime snapped his fingers, and the side door of the hall opened, and a crowd of men and women dressed as tailors poured out.

This is clearly premeditated!

Sylvie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "Wait! How do you know the size of my clothes?"

Jaime had an awe-inspiring expression: "Any woman wearing a thick winter coat, I can tell the size of her dress just by looking at it, even if she has a corset...... I'm sorry, but it's a lot to do with experience, but it's also a talent of mine. ”

Sylvie saw the expression of the beast completely, and almost subconsciously hugged her chest: "You...... You...... You ......"

Martin was dumbfounded.

I'll wipe it! The old driver is safe in drag racing!

Time went back to the present, looking at Sylvie who bent down and got out of the car, Martin was almost blinded by the two knights' peaks.

Well, a full C cup doesn't explain.

Sylvie glared at him fiercely, "Damn fellow, don't forget your promise!"

Martin smiled wryly. The first time he saw Sylvie in women's clothes, he was so amazed. Sylvie didn't cry, make trouble, or hang herself, but forced him to promise her to give her a priority in developing her knighthood.

Faced with this knightly novel deeply poisoned patient, Martin can only follow her. Who told her to be a true Holy Grail Knight now?

Martin so politely let Sylvie take his hand and spread counterfeit dog food into the air around him, choking the wild bees and butterflies half to death, and walked into the ballroom of the palace.

When the king heard that Martin had chosen Sylvie, he was also stunned: "What? that boy actually chose his own female knight." Is he here for real or fake?"

General Carlos smiled bitterly: "It's hard to say, the taste of the Lorraine family has always been a bit unique. And the little girl of the Grandz family is not bad at all!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that's funny. I didn't expect this kid to be so good!"

The ball began, as usual, with the king's speech or something.

Martin didn't listen to a word, he simply didn't let go at all, outsiders seemed to be Martin showing affection, but in fact, Martin was afraid that as soon as he let go, Sylvie's shield would run away by himself.

Sylvie ...... I really want to run!

She is just the daughter of a knight, and although her father has hired an etiquette teacher specifically for her, and she has learned well, all her thoughts are on practicing martial arts. Having grown up in the barracks almost since she was a child, she would not have coped with this kind of scene at all.

It's so uncomfortable, I want to run!

It wasn't the first time she'd been in such a predicament. Last time, it was Uncle Kouden, who asked her with an almost last word - if Lorrainburg fell this time, Martin, who went back to the royal capital, was destined to be unwanted, and she would marry Martin herself.

To say that I didn't think about it with Martin is false.

But he was soon overwhelmed by a series of events, first the orc invasion, then Martin's disappearance, and when Martin returned, the weak young master he thought he was going to take care of had become a hero among heroes.

What 14-year-old girl doesn't have a spring?

Longing for the way of knighthood, but at the same time, he also faintly longs for a strong and handsome hero to become his own man.

Having fought alongside Martin, she knows exactly what it takes to fight a massive troll. When Martin achieved one brilliant achievement after another, before he knew it, the image of the handsome hero in the girl's dream coincided with Martin's face.

Silence's heart was beating fast as Martin held her hand.

When the master of ceremonies announced the start of the first dance, the audience cheered for Lorrainburg's hero Martin Lorraine to lead the dance.

Sylvie didn't know how she got on the dance floor, all she knew was that she was mechanically on Martin's shoulder, and Martin was around her waist again, and her heart beat faster when the touch of that hot hand came.

Her face was very red, but in the light, she looked more and more beautiful.

"Sylvie......" Martin whispered into her ear.

"Huh?"

"You're beautiful tonight!" Martin is also just a chick, and he just remarks Jaime's script a little blankly.

As everyone knows, he can clearly feel that the jade man in front of him almost couldn't stand on his feet and collapsed in his arms. Just after the dance, relying on the temporary cultivation of the Buddha's feet, Martin was confused, and the effect was okay even if it was not brilliant. Sylvie snuggled up, he couldn't get out of the way, could he?

Naturally, he hugged Sylvie.

"Slut!" Among the noble girls, there was a resentful curse after all.

This made Sylvie wake up instantly: Oh my God, what am I thinking? I'm just a front for the young master.

At this time, almost all the nobles were looking forward to the second dance.

Bakaria's ball, after all, is still a social event, and according to the rules, two dances in a row cannot use the same dance partner.

As far as the eye can see, there are already many aristocratic daughters dressed up in fancy clothes, carrying the corners of long skirts, and they have begun to move towards Martin's side.

"This ......" Martin egg hurts.

Sylvie rolled her eyes, hiding her embarrassment very well, and clearly said: You can't always expect me to save you, right?

Just as he was about to start, suddenly the voice of the ceremonial officer sounded.

Under normal circumstances, the ceremonial officer will rarely mess in, unless there is a big man on the scene.

But at this time, even the kings and princesses have arrived, and who else is worth alarming the royal courtiers?

All they heard was: "Attention - Gentlemen, Ladies! Now we have guests from the Rick Empire, His Excellency Louis Wenger, Bishop of Rick of the Holy Light Church, and Her Excellency Duchess Chrissy Frank." ”

The music stopped, and everyone turned their eyes to the gate.

Appearing at the door of the palatial ballroom was a white-haired and white-bearded old man in a gold-trimmed white robe and holding a scepter of a cross, with an incomparably kind face.

"May the glory of Sigma shine on everyone. ”

Hearing this prayer from Bishop Louis, everyone bowed their heads and bowed: "May the light bless everyone." ”

Although Sigmar, the god of light, is not the patron saint of Bakaria, he is the common god of all mankind, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the god-king. In Bakaria, Sigmar's temple is of the same size as the Knights' Temple. There are also quite a few nobles who believe in Sigma.

King Keane was surprised that Sigma had suddenly sent an emissary in the name of the temple, but he quickly greeted him with a greeting.

Soon, the king went to the apse with the bishop.

Just as the master of ceremonies announced that the ball had continued, a gust of incense swept in front of Martin, it was a slender female figure, and as soon as she spoke, Martin felt a little about to kneel.

"Yo, Martin Lorraine, won't you ask me for a dance?"