in the banquet hall.

Misses Childe looked at each other.

What the Griffin family?

It's just a cold door that doesn't enter the stream!

As for the griffin blood?

Isn't it just a very ordinary Warcraft bloodline?

Wait a minute...... How did this fat boy from a poor family get into a wealthy family's night banquet?!

What qualifications does he have to attend the banquet?

Is he worthy?

These doubts lingered in the hearts of the guests.

Out of social etiquette, no one spoke.

However, there is one exception.

She can be regardless of social etiquette.

Say whatever you want.

Throw a tantrum on whomever you want.

It's so wild and arrogant!

It's so unscrupulous!

Who is not convinced? Hold on!

She is the heroine of tonight's banquet, the granddaughter of the dean.

At the same time, he is also Angell's girlfriend.

The eldest of the daughters, Pamela!

"Don't you think you're greasy with that guy named Felin?"

"Seeing that you are so active, I thought you were such a great person."

"It turns out that he was just born in an unknown small family, and he has awakened the junk bloodline!"

The blonde Pamela had a sneer on her lips.

Rush at Felin, full fire!

He couldn't get off the stage after being ridiculed.

"To be honest, neither you nor that kid named Allen are worthy of tonight's event."

"It's only because Ingres has to invite you that I have to give him this face."

"That Alan, at least he knows something, he knows that he can't get on the stage, and he is embarrassed to lean in front of others, and he looks for a corner to shrink obediently, and I don't can't tolerate it."

"You're good, you really think of yourself as a socialite, right?"

"Don't pee on yourself, are you worthy?!"

"Just by virtue of your background and bloodline, looking at you more will be considered dirty for my eyes!"

"Jumping up and down in my house, calling men brothers when they see men, and being courteous when they see women, who gave you this courage?"

"I'm curious, do you really not know that you don't belong to this circle?!"

Ferrin's face was red at the squeeze of Pamela.

The world of warlocks with bloodline is highly barrierd.

A naïve young man who ran headlong into a barrier.

Hit the head and bleed.

I know how thick this transparent ceiling is.

If he Ferrin is a child of a noble family, then his social talent is a huge advantage.

He was the most dashing star at tonight's banquet.

But he's not qualified.

The same dashing style, the same witty humor and witty words, in the eyes of others, become a clown.

It's like a master of ceremonies at a wedding ceremony.

No matter how hard you try to stir up the atmosphere, you are not qualified to serve it.

The cleverness and eloquence that Ferrin was proud of were useless at the moment.

All that was left for him was ridicule and embarrassment.

Pamela scolded Ferrin, still angry.

Turning to face Angels, her pretty face was as gloomy as ice.

"You're also from the underclass."

"I can understand that your vision is too low, the pattern is too narrow, after all, the environment you lived in in the past was too harsh."

"However, there is a limit to my tolerance."

"You have to get rid of everything in the past as soon as possible and sweep all the worthless things into the garbage."

"I might as well say it bluntly, these two friends you invited today are really not flattering."

"Don't associate with these unproductive inferior people in the future, waste time and feelings in vain."

"Listen, Angle!"

"What I just said to you is not a request, but an order!"

"Do you understand?"

In the face of Pamela's aggressive attitude.

Now it's Ingre's turn to be embarrassed.

Allen, a bystander, couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Angels, whose status in the dean's family is equivalent to that of a quasi-son-in-law.

In front of Pamela, she has no confidence at all, and it is inconvenient to speak out to defend her old friend.

What's more, he is not good at words in the first place, what else can he expect but silence?

As a result, of course, it was a discord.

"We have come to the Warlock Academy, and in just one year, the status gap has widened, and the friendship has changed."

At the crossroads, when Ferrin said goodbye to Allen, he couldn't help but let out a bitter sigh.

"In the future, we should have less contact with Angell, so as not to make him feel embarrassed in front of his new friends!"

……

Three days later.

Warlock Academy.

A huge glass hall with a variety of stalls.

The crowd was weaving, and the cries were boiling.

This is one of the largest markets in Warlock Academy.

Leaning against the glass curtain wall, there is a circle of bulletin boards.

Densely plastered with notices.

Various bounty tasks, service agents, and variety.

Alan made his way through the crowd and walked briskly to the bulletin board to the north.

Find the notice you posted the day before yesterday.

It lists a concise piece of buying information.

"Wanted: Textiles that stretch ten times without breaking!"

Now, underneath this buying revelation, there is a message.

"I have the silk thread you need, come to my booth to talk about it."

Alan copied the booth address and turned to leave.

Five minutes later.

Alan came to a stall.

The female stall owner looks seventeen or eighteen years old, with an average appearance, and her figure is quite enchanting and hot.

"My name is Allen, may I ask what my sister is called?"

"Just call me Weaver Girl."

The female stall owner apparently did not want to be identified.

A pair of big black eyes, looking Alan up and down, suddenly stretched out his tongue and slowly licked his lips.

This small action vaguely reveals a sense of teasing.

"Senior sister, can you show me the goods?"

"No problem."

The Weaver Girl bent down, pulled open the counter drawer, and pulled out a roll of translucent silk thread.

Each thread is as thick as a pencil lead.

The Weaver Girl took out one at random and handed it to Allen.

There was a strange smile on his face.

Seems to be waiting to see him make jokes.

Alan took it and tried to stretch.

This thick filament, elasticity and toughness are really super strong.

Elongated tenfold, with no signs of breaking at all.

After the rebound, there is no obvious deformation.

Alan is pleased with the performance of the material.

was about to return it to the Weaver Girl, but was embarrassed to find it......

The thick silk sticks to the hand and can't be torn off.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

The Weaver Girl has been waiting to see this good show for a long time.

Seeing Allen's scrambled appearance, he satisfied her prank and laughed happily.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry, look at this ......"

Alan spread his hands helplessly, not knowing what to do with that hateful sticky thread!

The Weaver Girl grabbed his wrist.

Stretch your neck and lean over.

Under Alan's surprised gaze, he stretched out his tongue and licked his hand.

The tip of the tongue is soft and wet, and it is swept over the palm of your hand.

Alan couldn't help but get goosebumps.

It's strange to say.

When the thick silk touches the weaver girl's saliva, it immediately loses its stickiness and falls off naturally.

"My saliva can neutralize the stickiness of the spider silk, but it will not destroy the original elasticity and toughness, you can rest assured."

The Weaver Girl explained softly.

"Spider Silk?" Alan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Can't you see it?" The Weaver Girl smiled slightly, "I have a group of giant spiders at home, and once a week, I draw silk and sell it in the market. ”

"I see!"

Alan opened his eyes again.

"Little handsome guy, it's inconvenient to reveal, what are you buying giant spider silk for?"

The Weaver Girl inquired curiously.

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