"Thank you to all the nobles of Federland, it was a very pleasant experience, and on behalf of the Imperial Royal Corporation, I would like to express my gratitude to all of you for your concern and help. Erica's voice was cold and formulaic, but her crisp voice was as warm as a spring breeze to the ears of the nobles.

After thunderous applause, the ball reached its climax. As a matter of courtesy, Erica danced with Count Calus, and since then young and handsome children of the nobility have been trying their luck, and it will be the glory of their lives to be able to dance with such a goddess whose status and status are far higher than their own.

However, the cold Erica is like an iceberg in the spring breeze, she declines the gentlemen's invitations one by one, and does not leave an unattainable impression, and it seems that she is very comfortable in handling complicated communication.

"You are very different today, there is always the light of magic shining on you. At the Lord's seat, Erica spoke to the Countess with her glass.

Thank you very much for the compliment. The Countess was smiling, and getting Erica's compliment was her biggest takeaway from the night.

"It's a very rare magic potion, it's surprisingly pure, can you tell me which alchemist's masterpiece this is?"

From the first moment she walked into this dance hall, Erica noticed the special magic fluctuations in the countess's body, and in a short period of time, she had already analyzed the general properties of this magic potion, which would have been shocked if Mick knew about it.

"Oh, a very young noble magician, who happens to be at the ball tonight, and it must be a rare opportunity for him to have your guidance. ”

"Young magician?" Erica was a little surprised, she had thought that with such excellent refining ability, she should at least be an experienced magician, at least over forty years old. Could it be that there is also a magical genius in the remote province of Federland, if we can bring him back to the imperial capital......

Thinking of this, Erica suddenly became interested: "Madam, can I meet this magician now?"

"Of course!" the countess smiled softly, then clapped her hands to signal the music to stop.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I will introduce to you a brilliant magical alchemist, whose masterpiece has already caught the admiration of Miss Erica, and I think that in the near future he will surely become the pride of all of Federland. Now let's have Mr. Mick!"

The countess's words were like a thunderclap, and immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

"Was it the magic alchemist who defeated Pecky, and that lucky man was even appreciated by Miss Erica?"

"Damn it, I got Miss Erica's appreciation one step ahead of me, this shit luck guy!"

"Oh my God, my goddess didn't take a fancy to me......"

With the direction of the countess's finger, the aristocrats who were talking about it all pointed their eyes to Mick at the top of the spiral staircase, although Mick was full of arrogance, he had never experienced such a big battle, and his legs couldn't help but be a little weak, but when he saw Erica's curious gaze, he somehow had some strength.

"Is that what it's like to be in the limelight? It's so cool...... Well, that chick has a lot of taste, but it's a little worse than Andrea......"

Mick was cranky in his heart, but with a standard aristocratic smile on his face, he met everyone's gaze and gracefully walked down the stairs, constantly nodding to the crowd.

It is undeniable that Mick's ability to pretend to be is still very outstanding, and God has given him a good skin, and when he really cleans up and dresses up, he still has a handsome and extraordinary appearance.

The aristocratic ladies had never seen the magician who had recently gained fame, and they were particularly curious about him, and a few of the more nymphomaniac ones had begun to fantasize about spending a good night with him in the moonlight.

"Dear Miss Erica, I'm Mick and it's an honor to meet you. Mick walked up to Erica, gave a standard aristocratic salute, and politely introduced himself.

Erica looked Mick up and down a few times, sniffed again, and then wondered, "Dear Mr. Mick, it's unusual that I smell the essence of high-purity magic from you, but I don't feel any magic breath. ”

Mick was shocked, he didn't expect that the beautiful girl in front of him had such a high magical sensibility, and she could see through her secrets at a glance, and his heart suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Miss Erica, the world of magic is full of strange things, and there are countless things that are difficult to understand, and I am only one of them. Mick, as always, began to crap off.

"Oh, but I also smell a familiar smell, have you ever awakened a magical bloodline?"

Mick stiffened at the mention of her bloodline, but regained his composure after a few moments, but his every move failed to escape Erica's eyes.

Without waiting for Mick to speak, Erica sniffed into the air again, and then said with certainty: "The smell of bloodline is very thin, but the grade is not low, you should be from a more famous family, right?"

Hearing her mention another of her taboos, Mick's face completely collapsed and became very ugly.

Seeing that the two seemed to have entered a stalemate, the inexplicable Countess immediately came out and said: "Dear Miss Erica, I forgot that you didn't mention the family, this Viscount Mick is also surnamed Beckman, and maybe his family is still related to your famous Beckman family." ”

As soon as the countess said this, Erica and Mick were stunned at the same time, and then they both looked at each other in shock. The look of surprise and disbelief made the sociable countess stunned, and the eerie atmosphere instantly permeated the entire ballroom.

"Carl, let's go!" I don't know how long it took, Mick came back to his senses first, all the surprise and joy disappeared from him, and he turned around and walked out with a grim face.

The nobles were in an uproar again, and the Countess didn't know what the hell was angry with this lovely young man, whether she was sending it or keeping it, and she froze in embarrassment.

"Stop!" Mick was about to step out of the door when a handsome voice rang out from behind him. Only then did everyone notice that there had been a young man standing silently behind Erica, but he was covered by Erica's dazzling look, which made most people ignore his existence.

He walked out from behind Erica and shouted at Mick's footsteps, a thick look of disdain appeared on his face, and sneered: "I noticed you as soon as you came out, but I didn't expect it to be you this wild seed!"

"Wild seeds?" Buzzed, all the nobles present began to discuss, this kind of gossip has always been the most sought after topic in aristocratic circles.

Mick stood in front of the door, gritting his teeth, his fists clenched, each knuckle faintly white.

Seeing that Mick didn't speak, the young man walked a few steps leisurely towards Mick and said aloud: "If I'm not mistaken, your bloodline was already broken ten years ago, and it is impossible to become a magician again in this life." Say, "What trick did you use to deceive the good countess?"

"What? He's a blood-crumbling shit?"

"How dare someone pretend to be a magician?"

"If you can hide from the shrewd Countess, he's probably a professional liar, maybe a wanted guy. ”

"Oh my God, he's so young and so handsome, it's a shame that he's a liar, I wonder if he'll come to deceive me?"

The nobles talked a lot, and naturally distanced themselves from Mikla. Even the countess, who had seen the magic perfume, subconsciously began to wonder if she had really been deceived.

Countless eyes of disdain and mockery almost swallowed him, and it was hard to imagine that a minute ago, everyone thought that he was a young man with a bright future, but now he was not even as good as a stray dog.

Mick didn't say a word, but the young man pressed forward step by step, and sneered: "What? Isn't there anything to justify? Or is it that a waste and a lowly species like you can only rely on the despicable means of deception and deception to delusionally blend into the aristocratic circle?"

"Enough is enough Conrad!" Erica spat out a few words faintly, interrupting Conrad's repeated humiliation.

Conrad smiled pleasantly, and pretended to be relaxed: "Erica, look at his humble appearance, am I wrong?"

Erica was speechless for a moment, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Conrad's words, but it still made her very uncomfortable to say it in front of the public.

Because as long as she sees Mick's stubborn back, it always reminds her of a person she admired very much when she was a child, and this psychology makes it have a special pity for Mick. But she understands that under the concept of family supremacy, this kind of mercy is actually a blasphemy.

Seeing that Erica had nothing to say, Conrad said even more proudly: "Obviously, his existence is a disgrace! He is of no use at all except for inferior means and despicable origin, and a leper dog on the streets of the imperial capital is more valuable than him!"

As he spoke, Conrad slowly approached Mick and said in a very low voice in his ear: "Despicable bastard, Uncle Bach has fucked your despicable mother, and he said that bitch looks serious, but as soon as she gets to bed she will become a bitch in heat, she can play any tricks, and her coquettish appearance is even more than the dirtiest prostitute in the imperial capital!"

Listening to Conrad's words, the painful memories of being forcibly expelled by Mick rushed into his mind like a tidal wave, and the grief and shame pierced his heart like steel needles, and like barrels of oil, burning a raging flame in him.

Conrad seemed to appreciate Mick's grief and anger, and he laughed and said, "Only your idiot father would treat that lowly bloodline as a treasure, but behind the scenes, your filthy mother has long been known to have let many men enjoy it!"

"Conrad!" shouted Erica, who couldn't hear the gossip.

At the same time, the enraged Mick finally couldn't take it anymore, his eyes turned red, he yelled, and turned and punched Conrad.

Conrad seemed to be prepared, a cruel sneer appeared on his face, and he quickly recited the spell in his mouth, and a second-level magic "deadly lightning" instantly took shape.

Mick's angry punch was still quite far from Conrad's cheek, but he was struck by a two-finger-thick bolt of lightning, and he felt as if he had been pierced through the chest by a knight's spear, and flew five or six meters upside down in an instant, and there was an unbearable tingling and numbness all over his body, and all his strength disappeared in an instant.

His magician's robe was charred black, unable to hide his torn pants, and his white ass was once again exposed to the air.

When the nobles saw that the decent "magician" did not even have a decent pair of trousers, they immediately burst into laughter full of disdain.

Conrad looked at Mick, who was like a dead dog, with disdain, and said coldly: "I have the right to make you pay for attacking the nobles and noble magicians of the empire, and the wizard council behind you has no right to interfere!"

As he spoke, Conrad recited the spell in his mouth, and a stream of electric fire shot out from his five fingers, this time it was a third-level magic "chain of lightning".

At this moment, Mick has no power to fight back, and as long as this magic hits him, he will be crippled if he does not die. Erica suddenly understood that Conrad must have already moved to kill, and he used the prophecy to provoke Mick to do it first, so that he could kill Mick reasonably and legally in front of everyone.

This was a shame for her, but she had no reason to lend a hand to Mick, and the momentary hesitation caused her to miss the last opportunity to strike, and she could only watch Mick die tragically under Conrad's magic.

At this moment, a soft light curtain suddenly lit up in front of Mick, and the beating electric fire ignited blue sparks on the light curtain, and then slowly dissipated, without causing any damage to Mick.

Ilona stood in front of Mick, her hands burning with a faint flame, her pretty face covered with frost, so cold that a thick layer of ice could form: "Father God said that the strong should not bully the weak. Mr. Conrad, what you have done has tarnished your nobility as a magician. ”

Ilona's grim face caused Conrad to lose his mind for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure after seeing the world.

He sneered and looked at Mick, who was baring his ass, and said disdainfully: "I'm sorry, beautiful lady priest, but the slut behind you can only survive by prostrating at the feet of the strong, or hiding behind a woman, and such a person pretending to be a magician is the real defilement of magic." ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for Ilona to say anything more, put his hands in his pockets, and leisurely retreated behind Erica.

Erica smiled reluctantly at the countess with a pretty face, and said, "I'm really sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll take my leave first." Thank you and everyone for everything you have prepared for me. ”

As she spoke, Erica glanced at Mick, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, and turned around and walked out.

"Wait...... Wait ......" Erica had just taken two steps when she heard a stubborn voice. She looked back and realized that it was Mick who had stopped her.

Mick's muscles didn't listen to him, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth on the ground, not to mention standing up, even speaking was very difficult.

But despite this, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Ten years! Give me ten years! After ten years, I will definitely defeat you and make you and your family pay enough price!"

Conrad seemed to hear a big joke, and immediately leaned back and fell back with laughter, and Erica looked at Mick's hateful eyes and felt deep sadness.

"I'll wait!" Erica shook her head, spat out three words faintly, and disappeared into the ballroom with Conrad.

Mick's eyes burned with rage, staring at the two big men until they completely disappeared from his vision, and at this moment, all he could do was struggle for this.

"Miss Erica...... "Most of the nobles came for the young lady, and as soon as she left, most of the nobles followed her and left the ballroom.

In the far corner, Peggy gloated at this scene, he didn't expect Mick to have such a big holiday with the big man from the imperial capital, thinking that as soon as the protection period of the Wizards' Council passed, he would let that hillbilly taste the pain, and maybe he could also build a relationship with God.

"Nia, I need an explanation!" Count Caluss, seeing that the well-prepared ball was not happy, roared angrily at the countess, and without looking at Mick, turned and went upstairs.

The Countess glanced at Mick resentfully, and chased after the Count apprehensively.

Carl and Ilona picked up the muddy Mick left and right, and disappeared into the night in the eyes of everyone who avoided them.

The farce of this night was later known as the "Night of Shame at Wild Strawberry Manor", and most scholars agree that without this humiliation, St. Mick might have achieved fame, but not so quickly, let alone to such heights.

It is precisely with the so-called "ten-year covenant" that he is always vigilant, grows rapidly, and grows into a decisive figure.

And history proves once again that you should never look down on a young person, because his future achievements may shock your jaw.