At night, melodious dance music can be heard from the wild strawberry estate on the outskirts of Snow Blue Castle, the private property of the family of the Count of Calus, the consul of Federland.

On this night, the most prominent figures from all over Federland gathered here, and some of the minor nobles even struggled to get an invitation.

The reason is very simple, the wild strawberry manor is inhabited by a big man from the imperial capital, which is a very rare thing on the edge of the empire.

Almost everyone fantasizes about being able to make some friends with that powerful person and then soar to prominence......

People always have some unspeakable luck psychology, commonly known as daydreaming.

On the large terrace on the second floor of the ballroom, the Holy Daughter of the Church of Light, Fiedland, was gently leaning against the marble carved fence, staring at the quiet night sky.

She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with an angelic face and a slender and tall figure, and was the object of admiration among aristocratic young men on any occasion.

Just like at this moment, she finally got rid of the boring teasing of several waves of young aristocrats, and hid on the terrace to catch her breath.

In fact, she hated this kind of entertainment, but as a saint in the Diocese of Fiedland of the Church of Light, she had to wander among all kinds of magnates, because God also needed gold coins and rights, especially in a remote diocese like Federland.

I don't know how long it took, but Ilona suddenly heard a small sound from under the terrace, as if someone was climbing up the glorious marble column.

Ilona was immediately alert, and a soft milky white glow slowly rose from her white little hand, which was a precursor to the casting of her magic.

"Don't pull my pants Carl, they're going to be torn by you, it's the only decent pants I've ever had!"

"But it's too slippery in here, I'm going to fall if I don't hold on to it......"

"You're a thief, do you have to rely on your pants to get off the wall?"

"If you hadn't cheated the money out every time, I would have found a good teacher, and maybe I'd be a first-class thief by now. ”

"I'm a nobleman, and of course I'm the one who distributes the gold. ”

"Yes, yes, a viscount who only knows about Kenmeng's abduction......"

"Shut up!"

Ilona heard two familiar voices, and suddenly felt like a world away, but then, a deep sore spot in her heart was deeply poked like this.

A blush of shame rose on Ilona's snow-white cheeks, and when she raised her hand, a soft white light spilled down, and Mick and Karl seemed to be caught by a large invisible hand, and then thrown onto the terrace.

"Ouch!" Mick and Carl cried out at the same time. Carl panicked, his hand was too strong, and with a "stab" sound, he tore Mick's pants open a big hole, and the two white buttocks were cool under the night wind.

Mick's chin touched the ground, pouting his ass high, and the sudden change made him angry, but before the anger exploded, a pair of tender beautiful legs appeared in front of his eyes, those legs were thin and straight, white and pink, and Mick swallowed saliva involuntarily, and the lower half of his body immediately gave birth to an evil impulse, wanting to hold the owner of those legs in his arms and have a good time.

However, when he looked up along those beautiful legs, he saw Ilona with a small waist crossed and an angry face.

Mick's anger and lust suddenly disappeared, and a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, and the two white ass swayed gently in the moonlight, like a stray dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

"Dear Ilona...... My old friend, it's such a coincidence......"

Ilona sneered and sneered, "Yes, Viscount Beckman, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that I could meet an old friend here who I haven't met for three years!"

She gritted her teeth, especially the word "old friend" very hard.

A habitual smile appeared on Mick's face, and he said closely: "Old friends see each other, it's very touching, I didn't expect that after three years of separation, we still trust us, get close, and our friendship last......s forever."

"Hmph!" Ilona sneered, interrupting Mick who was starting to talk nonsense, and she sneered, "Friendship lasts forever, I was indeed blind in the past, and regarded you as my closest best friend, and as a result of this, you were sold to the church!"

Facing Ilona with an angry face, Mick's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he explained curtly: "It's all in the past, why are you mentioning him? besides, it was a great famine at that time...... Ilona, you are so hungry and skinny with us, maybe you will starve to death one day, how can you be as beautiful and moving as you are now?"

God the Father says that hypocrites have a grand excuse to cover up their vile behavior. ”

"Don't be like this, Ilona, this is not the same as before, I have come to you tonight for business, I want to see the Countess. ”

"Do you want to see the Countess? do you want to steal something, or do you want to be a guest of honor?" said Ilona scornfully.

Mick spread his hands helplessly and said, "Ilona, you can't always look at people with old eyes, I'm a young and promising magic alchemist now. ”

"Magic alchemist, I guess I stole a piece of clothing from somewhere and ran here to cheat, right?"

"How come? I'm really an alchemist, I don't believe you ask Karl ......"

"Needless to say, with your guests here tonight, I will never introduce a liar, an idiot, a treacherous person to the Countess. Ilona said categorically.

"Really?"

"Yes, no!"

Ten minutes later, Mick, Carl, and Ilona were standing in the countess's small reception room.

The Countess, dressed in full costume, sat on the throne, covered in sumptuous jewelry, and Mick's mouth watered.

However, despite the luxurious decoration, this forty-year-old lady still can't hide her old age, with deep crow's feet and slowly sagging skin clearly showing her lost youth, and her once dazzling charm dissipating at the same time.

She was once the most beautiful pearl of Federland, the object of all the aristocracy's enthusiasm and pursuit, and the flower surrounded by countless wild bees and butterflies. But as time passed, she gradually discovered that beauty was like an hourglass, and the more she attached, the faster it passed.

In the last three years, Count Calus has rarely touched her, and the lovers who had sworn to never leave her for the rest of their lives have gradually become cold to her.

Faced with the painful truth, she tried almost everything to keep her youth, but the final result only disappointed her even more, and she could only enjoy the good glory of the past in her memory.

"You are the same Mr. Beckman who defeated Pecki, and it is a pleasure to meet you, and I heard that you have a new alchemical work that I would like to witness?" asked the Countess, holding a small teacup, gracefully.

"Yes, as you said, this work of mine can be said to be unique in the history of magic alchemy, and the whole of Federland is only as noble and beautiful as you are qualified to witness its birth!"

Mick's genuine affinity made the Countess inexplicably think of the distant past. When she was young, an aristocratic son like him surrounded her all day long, and her hot eyes and bold love words really fascinated her.

She suddenly realized that there were still guests present, her face was slightly red, and she smiled awkwardly, "Oh, then what are you waiting for? I can't wait to witness the miracle in your mouth." ”

The shrewd Countess ignored Mick's exaggeration and looked forward to it.

Mick bowed slightly to the Countess, and then gentlemanly pulled out a beautiful crystal bottle.

The transparent crystal bottle was full of light, and the moment it was taken out, bursts of beautiful magical light immediately filled the entire room.

"Oh my God, this is ...... What......" The maids let out an incredible compliment, and everyone's face was full of surprise and curiosity. Even Carl and Ilona couldn't help but look shocked.

And the hostess of this room, the esteemed Countess, was even more hot, her lips were dry, and she instinctively felt that this bottle of beauty might be inseparable from the preservation of youth.

Mick looked at everyone's expressions with satisfaction, then smiled slightly, and delicately uncorked the crystal bottle. A refreshing fragrance suddenly filled the entire reception room.

The fragrance is not strong, but it is like an invisible hand, constantly teasing the deep desires in everyone's hearts, like the call of a demon, tickling people's hearts.

Before she knew it, the Countess had risen from her chair, her eyes glowing like flames, staring at the crystal bottle in Mick's hand, unable to take her eyes off it.

"This is the work of the Father!, respected magic alchemist, tell me, what is this?" the countess's heart raced, and her tone was anxious.

Mick was like a messenger of the devil, smiling brightly, but did not answer, but gently pulled the countess's wrist. And the Countess turned a blind eye to this frivolous and impertinent act, and obediently stretched out her hands.

Mick gently shook off a sparkling purple-red liquid from the crystal bottle, which was dripping right on the countess's wrist, and explained, "Honorable Madam, please apply this precious magic potion evenly to your wrists and neck. With that, he quickly tucked the cork back into the crystal bottle, and put it away.

Everyone watched reluctantly as the crystal bottle disappeared into Mick's pocket, and they all felt a huge sense of loss. It took a great deal of effort for the Countess to restrain herself, and she did not rush up to grab the bottle.

She mechanically smoothed out the liquid with both wrists, then carefully rubbed it against her neck.

The strange fragrance that had disappeared suddenly overflowed again, only this time the fragrance came from the countess's body. She was like the dazzling crystal bottle from before, and immediately became the focus of the audience.

Seeing that the young and beautiful Ilona was also staring at herself, her eyes were full of long-lost envy and jealousy, the countess seemed to be twenty years younger, and returned to her girlhood, the glory and confidence of the past were poured into her body in an instant, and the temperament of the whole person was completely different from the previous kitsch and old age.

"Honorable Countess, this is my new alchemical creation, the magic perfume. The one just now is for you, it's called the Star of Federland!" Mick's faint voice appeared in the silent reception room, as if a spring thunder had awakened everyone.

At this moment, the countess's eyes became extremely hot when she looked at Mick, revealing indescribable intoxication and adoration.

"What a beautiful name for the Federland Star...... All the spices of the world seem so vulgar compared to it!" said the Countess.

Mick showed a reserved smile, he was sure that this magic perfume, which was carefully formulated with more than a dozen ultra-high concentrations of flower essence, was definitely a deadly drug for women.

Especially for a young woman like the Countess, after using it once, you will never forget this wonderful feeling.

Of course, the first-order magic "magic radiance" released by Master Thomas in the perfume also contributes to it. In Mick's words, something that looks good always sells for a better price.

Sure enough, the countess, who was known for her shrewdness, was completely defenseless in front of the "Star of Federland", and asked expectantly, "What price do I have to pay to get this masterpiece of yours?"

Mick was stunned for a moment, and the cheap smile on his face slowly disappeared, pretending to show his embarrassment.

The countess, who had experienced countless storms, could naturally see at a glance that Mick's selling was just to get a good price, but at this time, she was like a moth to a fire, and she willingly fell into Mick's trap: "Mr. Beckman, please say what you want, as long as the Calus family can do it, they will not be stingy." ”

Mick seemed to have experienced a huge psychological struggle, and it took a long time before he spoke: "Dear Countess, the Star of Federland was originally tailor-made for you, and I shouldn't have asked for anything originally, but...... You know...... Magic ingredients are very expensive, and I almost ran out of money to make such a bottle of magic perfume...... So ......"

"How many gold do you need?"

Mick smiled coyly and held up a finger.

"Ten thousand gold coins, deal!" As if afraid that Mick would regret it, the Countess set the final price for the transaction in no uncertain terms, then picked up the quill on the table, quickly wrote the amount of ten thousand on a blank check, and signed her name.

The countess quietly breathed a sigh of relief, 10,000 gold coins may be a lifetime's income for a commoner, but it is not too much for her, she was really afraid that this guy would open his mouth just now.

Until the check reached Mick, he couldn't believe it was all true. The Countess's crisp and neat actions made Mick, who had only offered a thousand gold coins, despise him fiercely.

I should have put up five, no, ten fingers just now. If he could take off his shoes, he would definitely add all his toes without hesitation......

Taking the Star of Federland from Mick, the Countess took a deep sip of the crystal bottle, despite the presence of the crowd, and then reveled it back to the back room, carefully locking it in the safe.

"Dear Mr. Beckman, your talent is truly impressive, and in return for you, I will introduce you to the great man from the Imperial Capital tonight. The reappeared Countess was radiant and announced her decision with a beaming face.

In the melodious romance waltz, the ball gradually reaches its climax.

Under the eyes of everyone, the Countess slowly led the old Count down the spiral staircase, and a strange fragrance slowly wafted from the Countess's body, and everyone who smelled it seemed to be enchanted, and the most primitive desires in their hearts began to churn, and their eyes as they looked at the Countess were all burning with flames.

In just one moment, the Countess became the center of attention, as if she were no longer the lady of her old age, but a goddess with a bright face. The sound of "popping" wine glasses was repeated one after another, and it was caused by the gentlemen's surprise that they could not pay attention to the movements of their hands.

Almost all the men had grown their mouths, and all the women were inexplicably envious, and a few noblewomen who had been competing with the Countess openly and secretly were even more jealous to the point of madness.

The Countess enjoyed all this with joy and indescribable joy. Just now, at the moment when she picked up the old earl, she obviously felt that the old earl's body was trembling slightly, and there was a long-lost impulse in the gaze that looked at her.

Mick stood on the stairs and watched everything silently, clutching the check in his hand and smiling from ear to ear, the first pot of gold he had earned through alchemy. It is foreseeable that there will be more business in the future!

When he was laughing the most, there was a sudden sharp pain in his lower back, and he almost screamed in pain.

Ilona pinched the soft flesh on Mick's waist fiercely, and said with a smile: "Bastard Mick, if you can't see the magic perfume made for me tomorrow morning, I'll let you go to the church to repent of what you did in the past!"

"Of course, of course...... I mean, you don't have to wait until tomorrow morning, you'll see what you want when you get back, let it go......" Mick immediately put on a flattering smile and made a wish to Ilona in every way he could.

Just as Mick begged for mercy, the Countess suddenly announced in a high-pitched voice, "Let's welcome Miss Erica, the youngest royal court magician ever in the Empire's history, to Snow Blue Castle!"

As soon as her words fell, the door at the other end of the ballroom suddenly opened, and a woman in a light blue ** robe slowly walked out of it. It was a moonlit woman, her blonde hair was quietly tied behind her, and her white skin shimmered with a faint luster, like the moon in the sky, beautiful and unparalleled.

Every step she took seemed to follow a unique rhythm, and after only a few steps, she was already in the middle of the dance floor, like a goddess descending, instantly stealing everyone's attention, and even the countess who had been applied with perfume was paled in comparison.

In all fairness, she is not much more beautiful than Ilona, and she may not be as beautiful as her appearance alone, but the momentum of her long-held position and the coolness of the moonlight seem to be dazzling, dazzling.

Erica walked to the center of the dance floor and bowed to all the nobles, and although the etiquette was not solemn, everyone present invariably had a sense of flattery.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Mick felt Erica glance at him intentionally or unintentionally, his fragile little heart suddenly beat rapidly, and his breathing became unstable. And Ilona behind him squinted her eyes slightly as if she sensed a natural enemy.