After Martin gave a quick and brief account of Francis, the dwarves, and the wood elves, Jaime's face was full of surprise.

"This is a bit exaggerated, no wonder you want to ask Your Majesty for the right to trade. But you can take your time, and now in the winter, unless there is something urgent, there will be no progress. ”

"Hmm. ”

Jaime's face straightened: "Yes, let's get down to business first, which lady are you going to dance with tonight?" Women are invited to dance, and men can't refuse. It is estimated that many noble daughters will come to you at the same time. The object of your first dance is also an important signal. Who did you accept, and I guess the next step is which nobleman will come to discuss the development of Lorraine with you, right?"

Martin's eggs hurt: "Who did my dad have the best relationship with before?"

Speaking of which, Martin himself didn't believe it, and in the memories left by the dead ghost, old Lorraine didn't have a particularly good relationship with anyone. Although the military said that a group of knights were all good buddies who were born and died together, they actually had no personal friends.

Jaime also smiled bitterly: "Old Duke of Lorraine, but he is a notoriously lonely minister!"

In addition to being able to fight and having a certain degree of civil affairs ability, the old Lorraine is notoriously not helping each other. Neither close to the local aristocracy, nor the traditional aristocracy that relied on their family names. This is the survival of the Lorraine family for more than ten generations.

Even the mother of the dead ghost Martin is not a noblewoman, she is the daughter of a knight.

Martin immediately made up his mind: "Lone Chen is good, I really want to be it." That...... Is there any good way to do it?"

"It's not that there is no way, it's just ......"

At 10 p.m., the wind was cold, but the atmosphere in the whole city of Kot was extremely hot.

The well-wished people came to both sides of King's Street early, watched each passing carriage with curiosity, and said with a slightly proud tone who the carriage had just passed by, and what kind of family history it had.

Whether it is the people or the nobles, everyone knows that there is only one protagonist tonight - he is Martin Lorraine, a great hero from the wasteland province.

Sitting next to the coachman, Gal sat up straight. No one knew that the banner that had been erected in the carriage was his blood-colored spear, but it was now well wrapped in gold leaf.

The carriage of the Lorraine family has not appeared in the royal balls for many years. Now, when the mermaid's family crest first came into view, the guards were in awe, and the nobles were in awe.

There are countless eyes on this magnificent carriage that came to an abrupt halt in front of the palace garden.

Garr jumped out of the car a little frizzy and opened the door for Martin.

"It's out. Come out!" The nobles, who had been hovering near the fountain in the garden, stared nervously at this side.

If Martin hadn't come with one of the aristocratic girls he had been courting, it would have been an opportunity!

Alas, they were doomed to disappointment.

Martin gracefully stepped out of the carriage, then turned, with one hand behind his back, the other spread out, and handed it to the carriage - a standard male aristocrat helping a lady out of the carriage.

"Who!?"

"Who the hell is it?"

Almost instantly, the faces of several aristocratic girls who had been standing in the garden before, secretly glancing at the gate from time to time, turned pale in an instant.

They are all the masters who wrote love letters to the dead ghost Martin, launched crazy pursuits, and disdained Martin.

When Martin returned to Cot City as a hero, they were delusional that the housekeeper of the Lorraine family would come to their door and send them an invitation. Even up until this moment, they still retained the illusion that Martin had just returned from the bloody arena, busy as a dog, and was negligent for a moment.

In desperation, all illusions were mercilessly shattered with the graceful outstretching of the carriage, the white silk glove, curvaceous little arm.

The aristocratic girls who had ideas all looked bad.

The thoughtless knights all showed expressions.

Everyone is waiting for an answer!

However, when everyone saw a face that seemed to be strange, but not unfamiliar, appeared in the light of torches that illuminated the square like day, there was a loud commotion in the crowd that could not be suppressed.

The first thing that catches your eye is a very rare purple hair, the short ear-length hair makes her look a little neutral, and the heroic face seems to be deliberately blurring the boundaries between gender.

It's a pity that looking down further, her pure white low-cut backless evening dress completely outlined her snow-white and upright peaks and curves, and all her efforts were in vain at once.

She has the same slender waist as the aristocratic girls around her, but unlike the bewitching sluts next to her who only made it like this by corseting, she became like this by her own training. The slight display of back muscles on her back illustrates this well.

This gives the jealous maidens an excuse to attack her - that barbarian-like woman!

However, all of this is just a cover for their envy and jealousy.

"Hahaha! This kid has inherited his father's taste?" General Trist, who had watched the scene not far away, let out a heroic laugh.

The laughter made the purple-haired girl who had jumped out of the carriage barely need to use any force to feel embarrassed.

"Martin Lorraine, look at you two's bad idea! I'm done!" he kept smiling on the surface, and his slightly squirming mouth emitted a desperate and complaining voice.

That's right, it was Sylvie Grants who was helped down by Martin!

Rewind to more than an hour ago, and just when Martin didn't know what to do, Jaime gave Martin a tricky suggestion.

"If you can't choose and you want to find cover, why not Miss Grants?"

Sylvie, who was following behind, was almost so frightened that she knelt on the spot, and hurriedly refused: "Wait! Why me!?

Jaime was serious: "If your young master wants to continue to gain His Majesty's trust, he must maintain the 'solitary strategy' that the Lorraine family has always pursued. The best way to show that you don't have a side of the other is to pick a woman among your followers. It's not that you have to decide to get married right away, it's an attitude. ”

"This ...... I ...... "Sylvester is circled."

"The Grandz family has been loyal to the House of Lorraine for five hundred years, and your family's loyalty is unquestionable. Even if it is a combination of two families, no one will dare to say half a 'no'. Even your dead father, Lim Grants, would consider it a family honor. Let alone...... The master you serve is in trouble and is in the midst of the greatest political crisis, can you, who claim to be loyal, bear to die like this?"

Martin next to him was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he could push people into the fire pit so high-soundingly, so that Sylvie had no room for rebuttal.