When the saint fell down, I don't know how many female VIPs outside the venue secretly scolded the saint Tian shamelessly.

The development of events was beyond most people's expectations.

She's not a fake drunk with a full taste of tea, this thing is a real cup poured, or she doesn't count the amount of alcohol she has at all.

This is the dwarf's [Golden Ale Wine]!

Before Wren's crossing, the thing named "Golden Ale Wine" had a full 96 degrees, which was almost pure alcohol. Even if the dwarven brewing process in this world is not so ferocious, it is estimated that it will not be able to run away above 60 degrees.

The stupid girl who doesn't know how to drink plays with a self-blowing truck, and is definitely 'picked up' by someone else in other places, telling her that there are really a lot of bad people in the world.

This is the banquet of the Iron Hand Clan. Dwarves have very much experience in dealing with drunkards. There was no need for the two embarrassed paladins to come up, and the human waitress took the holy woman from Wren's hands with a smile and helped her down.

Those two legendary paladins are estimated to be so embarrassed at this moment that they can pick out three bedrooms and two living rooms with their toes.

They smiled wryly, and Wren smiled back.

The recklessness of the Holy Lady Elizabeth is more like a pre-dinner snack at a wine banquet, which makes everyone smile. The next 'attack', it is estimated that Wren will not be able to dodge.

Not surprisingly, a real opponent came out.

He also drank the [Golden Ale Wine] in one gulp, and when the tall woman in front of him stood up, Wren almost didn't recognize her.

It's still the short chestnut hair that reaches the ears, but I simply comb the bangs, hang two diamond-shaped red crystal pendants on the ears, and match the purple and black-trimmed evening dress with a low cut, a high slit on the right leg, and a large open back, which is like a different person.

Wren almost didn't recognize her, she was the knight girl he had seen in the morning, dressed in armor and dressed in extreme neutrality. The point is that the bloated armor is too good to hide the figure, and I couldn't see it at all before.

Is there such a fierce momentum?

Will you dare to use your name?

On the other side, it seemed that he could not resist Wren's somewhat presumptuous gaze, or he felt that the gaze cast from all directions was like a pinprick, and goosebumps appeared on the white front armor.

She endured the unpleasant feeling that her scalp was about to tingle and explode, and tried to make her voice sound soft and moving: "Margaret Tylin, I hope to dance with Your Excellency." ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Wren's mouth: "Meet friends with wine!" In the name of fine wine, praise you for your drinking—"

With that, Wren stretched out his left hand very gentlemanly.

Margaret stretched out her right hand and put it up, as if she was angry, or with some kind of special determination, and when she first made contact, her hand was a little stronger. But after holding it, she struggled to adjust the strength of her hand so that her fingers didn't appear so stiff and rough.

In a sense, a woman who has been practicing swords for a long time will not look good in her hands, and the feel will be slightly worse. Slightly larger finger joints and calluses are common.

Wren could feel that she was trying to keep her weaknesses from being exposed so quickly. Almost as soon as she got started, she made a beautiful spin, and the bright light of the white flowers made Wren feel like his eyes couldn't stand it.

Nice girl, smart, hard-working, more willing to endure.

For some reason, seeing such a heroic woman forced to lean over, Wren had the illusion that he had opened an orc trumpet to resell materials to earn gold coins when he was playing "World of Warcraft".

Could it be that the female knight is really a perfect match with him, the cameo [Mind Orc]?

There's no room for Wren to think wildly.

Seeing that Margaret did not pour a cup like the stupid saint before, the dwarves began to heckle, and the musicians immediately began to play light music with interest.

In the dwarf area, the most popular is the [Bullfighting Dance] similar to the one before Wren's crossing.

Alas!

I think that a group of stupid boys thought that they could have a girl sparring partner if they went to dance class, but the ratio turned out to be 1 to 9. Thanks to Wren's good looks, there is a freckled senior sister with him, and his hard-working classmates are all male-male sparring......

I didn't expect it to be used now.

As soon as Wren put on a pose, it was a [Outer Spiral Transfer Lady Draw a Circle to the Back Crossing], followed by a set of [Eight Steps (Shawl Movement)]......

In the dwarf version of the bullfighting dance, the most special thing is that there is quite a lot of actual combat, and the overall dance method is that the woman is provoking the male dancer who plays the big stupid bull, and then dodging it with flexible feet.

In addition to the opening fixed posture is a bit pose-like, the back is the dance version of the open shelf. In general, the process is that the woman expresses in a dance posture [If you have the ability to catch me, let me let hey, hey, hey], the man has all kinds of pounces, and the woman has all kinds of dodging, and after dodging, it is the next round, and continue to mock the 'big stupid cow'.

It's not wrong to say it's a courtship dance.

Seriously, flirting with a male mage with the physical fitness of a female knight, in the eyes of outsiders, really has to be implemented, and that is to embarrass the master.

After the first few gestures to show off her physical beauty, she began to enter the bullfight, and Margaret had already made up her mind - not to be too provocative and make him feel embarrassed. Three times, no, two times he should have been caught.

Let is must be allowed, my own family is here to deliver food, not to make enemies.

Looking at the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, under her own teasing, she put on a big stupid cow pounce posture, Margaret bowed gracefully as she did.

The left hand turns into a flower hand and pulls it back, and the right hand reaches down.

You must know that the A-level owe is different from the E-level owe, plus the index finger is provocatively hooked, and the taste is suddenly there.

At this moment, the strings played by the musician suddenly "popped" twice, announcing the beginning of the first bullfight.

Wren pounced on him with a feigned ferocity, looking clumsy and sluggish.

As in the choreography, Margaret raised her hands lightly and performed an elegant dance move similar to three twists in the air on figure skating, and even opened her right leg when she landed, intentionally or unintentionally, so that the slender and plump legs showed off from the high slit.

In order to take care of Wren's face, she deliberately let her waist rub less than five centimeters between Wren's fingers, as if she could work a little harder.

Having done all this, Margaret maintained a smile on the surface, but she was extremely sad inside: she longed to conquer herself with a powerful knight, not a weak chicken mage. For the sake of faith, he actually had to perform like a clown, and in the end, he deliberately lost to this little white face. That's what makes her most angry.

Unexpectedly, Wren, who was 'after the miss' on the other side, was like a big stupid cow being teased in the choreography, and when he let out an angry roar, his left hand was raised.

It was a small movement that could only be seen in her direction.

In his hand is a small paperclip.

(End of chapter)