Tripcad said goodbye to all the guests around him with a natural expression.

"Please go back with confidence, I swear by the honor of the Tripcard family, and I will definitely give you an explanation."

"I deplore what happened to Lord Ode, and after I catch those shameful bastards, I will personally come to the door to apologize, and use the scalps of those white-robed men to bury Lord Ode."

"Oh~ my dear Olphina. I'm really sorry for what happened to Lord Lyris. But I promise you, I'll go to comfort you myself."

Don Tripcard said to a young woman with long blond hair and a choppy sad face.

The young woman gave him a white look. Then he turned and left.

There are still many nobles around him. Neither Seiffel Skye nor Baxter Envi were idle. Although Tripcard took the lead in this matter, they also played a certain role in it, and they would not resist their responsibility in the face of such a situation.

In the distance, in the midst of a mess of the hall, Luke and Dumbledore weave their way through the wizards trying to fix it. The wizards looked distressed. Because not everything in this hall can be repaired with this spell.

When dealing with some magic items, the effect of this spell will be greatly reduced. And when the magic item is advanced enough, this spell is not very high for wizards who don't have a very high level of magic power, and they simply can't fix such a magic item.

One of the most typical is the brilliant magic chandelier in this hall.

It was something that Tripcard had taken from a ruined British aristocrat at a high price.

Although similar things are seen more and more frequently in the market, the price has always been high. At least in the U.S. market, there is no price.

Because there is not enough to buy.

However, this kind of thing, which can be used as a definite word, is naturally difficult to repair.

As Luke and Dumbledore passed by, Dumbledore seemed to see their difficulties, so he stretched out his wand and tapped it lightly in front of the magic crystal lamp. So the crystal lamp, which was knocked down by an unknown magic, fell to the ground and was affected by the aftermath of the battle, and finally turned into fragments, glued together like a time rewind, but in a moment, it returned to its place and continued to shine.

Several wizards, helpless in the face of this thing, bowed gratefully to Dumbledore. After Dumbledore smiled at them, Luke gestured for them to leave.

Several wizards knew Luke's identity, and when faced with Luke's request, they couldn't refuse. After all, this is Tripcard's honored guest.

Even if this happens, he is still a distinguished guest.

At least for now.

After everyone retired. Luke asked calmly as he looked up at the magic lamps scattered across the ceiling, shining brightly and beautifully like stars.

"Professor, after all, this incident is caused by me?"

"So to speak."

Dumbledore nodded, and he said very directly, "The other party's first target is you, but after seeing that it may not be able to deal with you, he chose to attack others. Probably to lure me away and then attack you again. It may also be because they want to achieve their own goals by attacking these nobles." ….

At this, Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Seriously, I hope it's the former."

So both fell silent. Seriously, neither of them believes in such a situation.

After all, if I had to say anything, there had already been a similar attack like this.

Luke's hand slapped on his pocket, then asked, "Professor, are you sure it's a wave?"

Feeling the unfolding of the silent enchantment, Dumbledore was still very emotional. The effect of this enchantment is so strong, and the good things on Luke's body are really so attractive.

"That's right, their magic is unique. Today under the white robe

I'm not sure what they were from time to time."

Dumbledore remembered how he felt during the battle today. That kind of obscure magic fluctuations are always hidden. Judging by the current state of affairs, there should be no problem with his guess.

"How are you going to explain it to Tripcard? I think they're going to be suspicious of you."

Dumbledore asked as he looked at Luke and felt a little tricky.

And Luke raised his eyebrows at this time, looking confident.

"I suspect there's something wrong with Luke Gaunt."

Baxter Envi looked at the manor behind him, which looked brilliant in the light, and the expression on his face was indifferent.

Don Tripcard and Safir Skye were silent. The cold moonlight seemed to not only shine on their bodies, but also shine into their hearts, making them still quite calm in the face of such a failure.

Or maybe these sacrifices and failures are nothing in their eyes.

"There is no motive."

Seiffel Skye glanced at Tripcard, who was still silent, shook his head and said to Baxter Envi, "I don't see any motive. I have to admit that we had some not-so-good purpose in hosting this banquet and inviting him to it. But I don't think Luke would care too much about it. He should even be waiting for our price. He doesn't suggest helping us accomplish our goals."

Baxter Envi gave her a deep look.

"I'm skeptical of your position right now, Skye. You call him 'Luke,' I hope you can still think about this from the perspective it should be."

"I don't need you to teach me, Envi." Seiffel Skye just glanced at Baxter Envi, and didn't even look so angry, "It's our business that Luke and I have a good relationship, and it has nothing to do with you."

Baxter Envi's brow furrowed, and he wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by a sound of clapping hands.

"Okay two, now is not the time to argue about this."

Tripcard looked at the two men and asked seriously, "The question now is whether we should continue to let Luke Gaunt vindicate us. Actually, you know, it's just one sentence. And after this start, the British nobles will still be no match for the Galleons in our hands."

How can you elevate a person's level and style?

The first thing to do is to improve yourself. Of course, this is more difficult. Because this is destined to be a long-term process. And when you're improving, others aren't necessarily standing still. They may also be improving. They may even progress faster than you. ….

Then in the face of this situation, there is a relatively simple way to improve.

Become friends with people at that level who can have a reciprocal conversation.

The latter does not need to be fully accomplished, it only needs to be particularly outstanding in a certain aspect, and it is best to be able to surpass the other.

The American aristocracy must admit that they are indeed and cannot be considered the world's top in some things. But they're really fed up with being called nouveau riche.

But fortunately, they have one of the biggest advantages over the nobles in the rest of the world.

They have money. They have lots and lots of money. That's enough.

And the English aristocracy was short of money. As long as one of them is willing to communicate with them, then the others should be willing to communicate with them as well.

But the destitute Gaunt family received their news and threw their letters into the furnace with disdain. In this generation, they were particularly short of money, and the Wesleys, who were eager to break them in two, politely declined their request for a high-profile banquet. Of course, that large amount of aid was also refused. Even both parties returned their money.

The Wesley family politely said that this generation did not have the slightest affection for the affairs of the aristocratic circle, and did not dare to be interested in the slightest. Money is indeed a good thing, but since they can't help anything, they can't take it.

And back then, Marvolo

The old guy Gaunt told them directly and unashamedly that half of the so-called aristocrats in the United States were dogs thrown out by their ancestors. Now that the dog is developed, it is like being on an equal footing with the owner, what kind of spring and autumn dream is it!

Gaunt's reply broke their defenses completely. Now they understand that no matter how rich they are, they are still on their knees in the eyes of some people.

So they gave up their illusions about such things for a while, and wanted to increase their voice in aristocratic circles.

But in addition to power and money, this circle has always had a pathological worship of long history and glorious family history. They are superior in power and money, but the latter are almost infinitely weaker than any family outside of America.

Therefore, there should be no so-called word make up for this kind of underlying thing.

After all, there is no way for this kind of thing except time.

Of course, they can also promote their strength by boiling the old man, so that this impression can be rooted in the next generation of nobles.

But Master Tripcard felt that this would not work, that he would not be able to see the greatness of the American aristocracy while he was alive.

So he often thought about it, and often fell into distress about it, and as soon as he fell into distress, Master Tripcard would want to vent, and gradually, Master Tripcard's reputation in the circle began to be known for being lustful.

This caused a father to feel quite distressed. Always worried that his daughter would despise him for some reason.

However, for the sake of the greatness of the American aristocracy, Lord Tripcard felt that such a sacrifice was worth it!

"I didn't really care about that."

Baxter Envi shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "This kind of thing seems to me to be a dispensable thing in itself. Even if we have a bad reputation, can it stop us from earning Galleons?" ….

There will actually be some impact, but so what? Not only have they long been accustomed to this kind of influence, but they also have various ways to avoid it. Actually, it's not that hard at all. They had already found it. It's just that in the eyes of ordinary people, there may indeed be a little bit of meanness.

But these are normal sacrifices that can be understood. At least that's the case for them.

"I think there are some things that can be put on the agenda." Safir said realistically, "While we have money, we should pursue the right to speak in aristocratic circles. It's not enough to just have money."

Sefir was telling the truth, not just to help Luke speak.

So why should they be despised by a group of poor people when they are rich? She still remembers that a boy she liked very much refused to associate with her because she was from the Skye family and felt insulting to her family.

Hell, that time the other party begged to come to her to do business!

A poor family still dares to look down on her!

How could Skye not be angry!

Of course, she had been suppressing such annoyance in her heart before. After all, compared to other more important things, being insulted like this is nothing.

Baxter Envi had actually experienced something similar, but in his eyes, it was just the self-pride of the incompetent.

However, he is also using his own way to pursue a voice......

"Then that's fine, isn't it?"

Tripcard spread his hands, "What if Luke Gaunt is doing something? We can think about these things later. It's better to focus on our purpose first."

"But then, we need someone to carry this thing up."

Baxter Envi was not surprised by such a decision. In other words, he himself is not exclusive. And even more so you can't refuse.

"It's easy." A proper smile appeared on Tripcard's face. But this smile looks hideous to Sefir.

"I'm not kidding. But I just

If I am not mistaken, there was a guy in our ballroom who lit a note of summons."

Tripcad muttered, "When I realized this, I sensed something was wrong. But before I could react, these people were already there."

Safir believes in Tripcard's abilities. This old guy can survive until now, he must have quite a lot of ability. After all, in this position, I don't know how many people want to kill him.

So, she thought of the person who had been specially left behind by Tripcard on the pretext of talking about things.

So, Safir even shook his head and said with a smile, "Then it seems that we even have one more condition for negotiating with Luke."

Tripcad laughed out loud.

Baxter Envi also gave a relaxed smile. It's just that his eyes still flashed a pity and regret after all.

Although, to some extent, their goal has been achieved.

But his goal ...... Seems almost meaningless.

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