Annan made a mistake by quietly putting on black gem earrings as he approached the garden, ignoring that he was now an elite warlock, and when Annan appeared in the garden wearing black gemstone earrings that were as dexterous as an elf, he was like the protagonist of an opera on stage, attracting everyone's attention.

The girls only thought that the boy was beautiful, but the women inspired in their nature to cherish beautiful things. They looked at the face with fascination, and the star-like black eyes revealed the opposite of clear stupidity—so many noble ladies felt.

This gave them the illusion that it would be as easy to trick Annan into bed as it was to make a beggar learn to bark with bread.

Realizing that something was wrong, Annan wanted to take off the earrings, but it was too late.

"I've never seen you, strange and beautiful man." A wealthy lady was the first to talk, a glowing green glow in the depths of her narrow glasses.

"I'm not a local." Annan's smile was accompanied by an affinity that made people want to get closer.

"Where are you from?"

"Middle-earth."

"Oh, I thought the Elven Court was in Wilhelm." Another noblewoman came, thin and tall, with cheeks as long as the soles of her shoes.

"I've seen elves, and he's not as good-looking as you." A good-looking woman came with a wine glass.

Gradually, the women around Annan formed a wall of flesh that was about to surround him.

Just as the noblewomen who strayed into a banquet belonging to men were surrounded by men, Annan is now surrounded by the ladies of the flower capital, and the tip of her nose is filled with a pungent blend of fragrances.

When Annan was about to sneeze, a hand suddenly grabbed him and dragged him out of the human wall deliberately formed by the noblewomen.

They hid behind the flowerbeds, and the cat-waisted girl beat her breasts in horror. The ladies in the distance noticed that Annan was nowhere to be seen, and they were turning their heads to look around.

"It's a horrible ......"

"Who are?" Annan looked at her strangely.

"I'm saving you, can't you see it!"

Annan recognized her as yesterday's girl in the yellow dress: "How long are you going to hold me?" ”

"Who is rare!"

The girl in the yellow dress shook off Annan's hand in shame, I saved you, and you don't appreciate me?

"What did you save me?"

She pointed to the women scattered in the distance, "That's Soridette, she has seven husbands, each of whom has lived less than three months. She is Mrs. Cynthia, and Celine, from the housekeeper to the valet to the beggar at the door, and her name for fornication is known even to the dogs of Huadu. The most terrifying of all is Sanita, a population merchant, who is said to have eaten several children in one meal......"

"You must be kidding."

What kind of banquet is this......

“…… That's pretty much it anyway! A boy like you won't live for a few days in their hands! ”

Annan wanted to say that he was about to become an adult, but his appearance that looked about the same age as the girl in the yellow dress was not convincing......

"What about you?"

The girl in the yellow dress glanced back: "I advise you not to think too much, I already have a fiancé, he loves me very much, and I love him too!" ”

Annan didn't tear down the girl in the yellow dress: "I mean who are you?" ”

"The only daughter of the Swan Lord, Fatima Sailer." She lifted her snow-white jaw.

"I don't know."

"Don't recognize?"

"I'm from Middle-earth."

"No wonder ......"

The women had dispersed, and Annan came out of the flower garden where she was hiding and wandered around the periphery of the garden banquet: "What about the girl who went with you?" ”

"You'll see her in a moment." Fatima Sayler sells off the dots.

As the words fell, she saw another noble lady take the initiative to talk to Annan.

Annan's demeanor was elegant, and a few words made the lady smile non-stop, and after handing out a business card, the lady walked away with reluctance.

"I see you're having fun." A sour irony sounded from behind.

"I just haven't forgotten my etiquette." Annan answered her.

"You're so polite, you haven't told me who it is."

"I'm sorry, I forgot ......" Annan remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, "I'm Annan, Annan Reeves, Lord of Middle-earth Free City. ”

"City Lord?"

"Hmm."

"And what are you doing here?" What did Fatima Saylor remember: "You want to participate in the Flower Capital Celebration?" ”

"Of course."

The presence of Fatima Saylor helped Annan, who was able to strike up conversations with guests at will without worrying about being pestered. Greet the resentful gaze and ask someone else to send a business card.

The young girl Fatima Sayler didn't see it, or she saw it but enjoyed it.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a shout rang out in the center of the garden.

"The princess is here."

"Let's get over here!"

Fatima Sayler rushed over in a sudden and agitated manner, followed by Annan.

He saw that the princess was actually the girl who gave him that praise yesterday. The cheeks painted with light makeup are even more beautiful than yesterday's encounter, and she is wearing a snow-white dress that is fluffy like flower petals, standing in the sun, her original long brown hair presents a withered gray, making her beauty look haggard.

Annan was one of the few guests who was not immersed in her beauty, and withdrew her gaze to find that Fatima Sayler took the opportunity to stare at her.

"Where's your fiancé?"

Annan's attitude satisfied her: "He will not attend such a banquet. ”

The princess said something, but it was a little far away, and Annan didn't hear anything, only to see that at a certain moment, everyone raised their glasses in unison.

Annan took a glass of hawthorn juice from the table and took a sip like the other guests.

Then, in his last moment of sobriety, Annan saw all the guests fall like stubble of ripe wheat.

……

Deep in the dark dungeon with burning torches, Annan woke up slowly.

The guests at the banquet were lying all around.

What conspiracy are you involved in?

Annan remained calm. The magic vortex was still spinning, and he had learned two other three-ring spells along the way, but he hadn't found a chance to experiment with them.

Annan's eyes fell on the other captured guests in the cell, rescuing the captured nobles? This is indeed the best way to gain favor on your own.

But first, we need to figure out who the enemy is.

Annan, who sat up, helped the girl lying next to him pull down her skirt, but without waking them up, she first summoned Lemon to cut open the cell door, and then activated the invisibility technique of the magic ring, and quietly walked out along the dungeon.

There are also a number of cells along the way where guests are held who have been captured from banquets.

"You're doing a great job......"

A whisper echoed through the depths of the darkness, and Annan followed the voice as she approached a dark hall.

In the hall with torches in it, a pale back with long gray hair knelt in front of the dark silhouette shrouded in a cloak,

"Transform them and let them spend all of them to become our blood pool...... Kill some and put a few more to report. ”

"I'll arrange it."

"And the boy...... Your first hug is still there, right? ”

"He ......"

"What's wrong?"

"It's his honor......"

"Are you talking about me?"

A gentle whisper suddenly rang out in the dark hall.

The silhouette of the cloak and the gray-haired girl looked up at the same time, and saw Annan stepping out of the shadows.

(End of chapter)