"Now, then, I would like to invite Earl Jack Scarlett, author of the book, The Earth's Past, to speak on stage. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The emcee's words fell, and Jack stepped onto the podium at the front of the hall from the side.

He glanced at the hall, which was incomparably bright in the firelight, where the nobles and wealthy merchants were standing in twos and threes with cups, and the rectangular buffet table had some plates, but few people moved the sumptuous dishes inside.

"Good evening, everyone. Jack smiled and said, "Thank you very much for coming to my book launch, this book "Earth and the Past" is a colorful world that I have been thinking about for a long time, you may think, I am so young, can I write a good book? ”

"Well, Mr. Scarlett, may I ask a question?" said a female reporter in the uniform of the Niederville Citizen.

Jack looked at the young woman, holding an autocopier (the camera of the wizarding world) in her hand, and her eyes flashed with inquiring, excitement, and malice, which made Jack sense that she was not coming well, but he was not afraid, and just nodded with a smile as usual, "Yes, you can ask." ”

In his previous life, he was accustomed to seeing well-dressed and intellectually elegant reporters, although they were polite and tolerant on the surface, but they always wanted to make a big news in their hearts. Jack understands this because he also likes to gossip big news, but in order to prevent himself from becoming big news, he has summed up a lot of strategies for dealing with reporters, which allows him to still move forward and retreat calmly when facing reporters.

"May I ask you, Mr. Scarlett, did the idea of your book come from the life of an idle earl, and will you thank Viscount Vida, who helped you with the affairs of the government?" asked the reporter of the Citizen.

"I think it's best for us to discuss only my book today, and even if you insist on linking my book to the internal affairs of our family, I have to answer you that these two things are independent of each other, and they are not connected. Jack replied.

"So," said the reporter of the French Life newspaper, who was also excited to start with the Citizen, "I heard that your new book contains a large number of political and military details, do you want to use them to show your rich knowledge of military and political affairs?

"I think you're just overthinking. Jack admired the brains of these reporters, and it was clear that they were quite interested in things within the Scarlett family, "It's just literature, and the military and political descriptions in it are all artistic imagination." ”

"You mean, these descriptions are all false and have no reference value at all, do you?" the reporter of Life newspaper chased after him.

"I don't think they're all fiction, art comes from life, and it's higher than life, and this book also incorporates a lot of my daily thoughts, so I hope he can do some good to your life, of course, this is a novel after all, so I just hope it can make your life more entertaining, more happy, and that's enough. ”

"So will you continue to write?" ......

The game with the reporters lasted almost half an hour before Jack left the podium with George's help.

"I've never seen you say that, Jack!" Tifa teased with a laugh.

"They're so good at asking questions, I think it's a lot harder to deal with these reporters than it is to learn magic. Jack shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and put on an exhausted expression.

"Poof!" Tifa covered her mouth and squinted her eyes and laughed, "Let's go, I haven't eaten at the Lusidon Hotel yet!"

"To be honest, I haven't eaten either. ”

"Aren't you an earl?"

"Is the Count rich?"

The two laughed and walked to the hall, and while taking the food on the plate, they exchanged polite views with the nobles and wealthy merchants who came forward to greet them.

Just when Jack thought the dinner was going to end, an attendant walked past Jack with a plate full of drinks.

"Mikal. The squire said in a very low voice.

"Sorry, please, wait, I think I need a glass of grape juice. Jack frowned, and then naturally stopped the squire.

"There is no grape juice anymore and you may want to go to the back door of the hotel to get it if you need it. The waiter said in a low but natural voice.

"Okay, thanks. Jack nodded, and when the squire had left, he turned to Tifa and whispered, "Let's go, let's go to the bathroom." ”

"But isn't the toilet near the main entrance?"

"That's right, but we can't go out directly through the back door, don't you have it in many stories, the protagonist who goes out directly from the back door will encounter an ambush, yes, there must be an ambush!"

"Wouldn't it be better for us not to go?"

"No, there's no way to get away with it, and, if it's Mikal, maybe it'll give us some hints to use again. Come, let's go out of the toilet window. ”

"Okay......" nodded, Tifa went into the women's restroom, and Jack went into the men's restroom, and the two of them climbed through the window to the side of the Lucidon Grand Hotel.

"Let's go!"

Jack nodded at Tifa, and then he froze as he tried to turn his head back.

"Why did you become a miniskirt?"

Tifa's long white dress was torn to the base of her thighs, revealing two long white and toned legs, and at the same time, her hands were already wearing her enchanted leather gloves, and her high heels had been cut off by her.

"It's easier to fight, let's go!" Tifa smiled lightly, although a little shy, she was not the kind of girl who was petty, although she looked weak, she was a knight after all.

"Ahh

The two cautiously made their way to the back door, and Jack saw Mikal from a distance.

"It's really him, what is he looking for me to do?"

With such doubts, Jack walked up to Mikal.

The elder brother was different from the last time they met, his face was not the kind of contrived sneer, but full of anxiety, and as soon as he saw Jack, he hurried up and said eagerly:

"Jack, someone is going to kill you. ”

"Huh?"

"Go, go, get out of the city with Fran and Remy, they've broken the contract and they're going to kill you. ”

"That, who?"