The ceremony was complete, and the next ball was to be held on Place de la Big Bend, the stone square they had seen before they entered the Palais Witte. This square is tens of thousands of square meters, capable of accommodating at least 6,000 people for a carnival, and the crowd of people who had gathered outside the railing finally poured into the square, and everyone walked up quickly, but fortunately, no one pushed or ran, and they all tried their best to maintain their manners.

The people who were able to come to this ball were all the nobles of the upper city, and as for the Witte Palace, it was a place that even these low-ranking nobles could not enter.

The square is now covered in colored glass, and the ancient granite stone head from the old Greece is an important historical artifact, and it is absolutely impossible for them to step on it directly. Above the square, the huge underside of the Witte Palace has become the most splendid purple canopy, the giant structure was originally floating in mid-air, and after a brief release ceremony, it finally revealed its true face, suspended at a height of 100 meters above the ground.

There are many scantily clad holographic girls squirming under the Witte Palace, and from time to time a few strange products slip out of their fingers, or their red lips spit lightly, floating out a line of advertising slogans, which are the manufacturers who have purchased the naming rights of the closing ceremony, projecting their own advertisements in mid-air.

In the white hall in the sky, a Western-style banquet with cups and cups has already begun. At the huge long tables, according to the guests and the level of the guests who sat to attend the banquet, Leon and several people were arranged at the banquet table of the Tolan family, although the position was not the best, but to be able to enter the circle of the Tolan family, it was already a lot higher than the position of ordinary nobles.

The four guys in bee armor had already stripped off their outer armor and put on the blue ribbons given by Marshal Tolan, and they really looked a little aristocratic. However, the mercenaries did not sit together, but were interspersed with several girls and men, each with great trepidation. Oolong and Tuotuo both sat straight, and they no longer worried about their red pupils, because many of the people here had colored eyes, some wore chips for stinky beauty, and some people had various mechanical eyes for the need for battle.

Most of the people at this table were soldiers, and there were many female soldiers among them.

The feast finally began. Leon had already summoned the table manners he had searched for in his mind, and tried to use those awkward knives and forks to read the book elegantly, but it didn't work much, the small knives, forks and round spoons slipped in his rough hands, and he wanted to pop out the phantom of the wind between his fingers, and slapped the pieces of meat and round fruits in front of him into puree.

It was the most exhausting meal he had ever eaten in his life.

However, Leon, who had always been lazy, still tried to smile and cut the meat chops into small pieces, and from time to time wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, trying his best to maintain the aristocratic demeanor. His white uniform was also draped with a blue ribbon, and a golden medal pinned to it, which was the highest medal of honor of the Tolan family, but Leon's forbearance was definitely not for this small badge, but because Volcano Tolan left a meaningful sentence when he left their circle, she said, after today's event, I want to talk to Leon.

She didn't bother with Pudding, nor did she ask Locke Dorjee to leave a message, and she didn't even ask what happened, but said this directly to Leon, which made Leon feel weak, this old woman was really powerful, and she could see at a glance who was the "head".

Figama is the most gifted at eating, and may only use brute force when fighting, but at the table, the fat man is definitely the best student. He figured out the use of the pile of knives and forks in ten minutes, and with his big fat hand he held the silver knife, and deftly and quickly finished out all the protein and fat in front of him.

All of them carefully studied it, it was the order of the head.

Needless to say, Locke Dorjee is definitely the most chic one, the aristocratic etiquette has not been alienated by the wanderings of the past few years, and the demeanor is definitely better than that of the young nobles around him. Five minutes later, he had already made an appointment with the girl in the pink dress sitting on the left, and they could do a tango and maybe do something else at the next dance.

When dessert was finally served, Leon finally relaxed, the delicate long spoon was still very useful, and Lockdorge had already obtained the lace of the girl in the green dress on the right, and he smiled evilly.

The long table silently sank into the ground, and inadvertently, the ground had been replaced by a huge smooth screen, and the enthusiastic crowd gathered in the Great Bend Square was projected by the screen at the feet of everyone, the scene was strange and intriguing.

The ball began half an hour later, and the first dance, of course, was opened by the two protagonists of the day - Darius's baby daughter Lofe, and her fiancé, the legion commander from the Asian region, Zhang Yaxuan.

The two of them danced to the accompaniment of the melodious waves of the Danube, and Leon finally saw it clearly this time, their red clothes, with delicate patterns and strange stand-up collars, and Lofe's plump breasts were about to come out, which made Leon can't help but think of what Little Pudding said: Lofe threw pictures of himself with big everywhere...... Leon was looking at Lofe's beautiful S-shaped curves at the moment, wrapped in the shiny red fabric, and really wanted to see those photos.

The two figures were spinning enthusiastically, and only Lofe's long fiery red hair and fluttering skirt could be seen, while the slender young marshal, with superb dancing skills, a handsome face always smiling decently, sliding like a prince surrounded by elves.

Perhaps, in a sense, he can indeed be called a prince.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this pair of beautiful people, and unconsciously, a thick pillar of light around the white hall had teleported these hundreds of people to the center of the Big Bend Square, and the surrounding crowd was isolated by an invisible force field, but they could still see this group of rare wealthy nobles, so the crowd suddenly boiled, the flashes lit up one after another, and more eyeballs popped out in mid-air, flying back and forth around these big people, several mercenaries did not panic this time, they knew that it was an electronic eye for photography.

At the end of the song, everyone applauded, but Luo Fei did not return the salute with Zhang Yaxuan, but shook his hair and walked towards the crowd, and the young marshal with a slightly changed face hurried a few steps and chased after him.

This little episode was immediately ignored by everyone, because at this moment the famous tango song - "For Love" sounded, and the lights also changed, and groups of spotlights flashed in the dimness, following the couple of men and women who slid into the field. Locke Dorjee stretched out his long hand and gracefully brought the girl in the pink dress onto the dance floor. The corner of his golden robe was rolled up, pinned in the white trouser belt in a chic manner, his black hair lined with blue eyes, and he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him affectionately, this is the ability of Young Master Luo Luo, he can make every woman feel that she is his only one.

Hualien and Medusa had already dispersed into the crowd with a few others, and in the warm and open ball, their words and deeds would not be too flawed, it was a good opportunity to blend in with the aristocracy, etiquette and language, with their intelligence and learning ability, they would definitely be able to get a rapid improvement in this assault exercise.

Leon stood in the frolicking crowd in a low-key manner, looking at the pair of men and women in the venue with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the passionate tango drove the hormones all over the audience, making public flirting an elegant art, this is a world that does not belong to him, bizarre, but a real human world.

Leon was sighing indiscriminately, but one arm was grabbed domineeringly from behind, he subconsciously raised his arm to exert force, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure falling to the ground under his struggle. Leon quickly leaned over and grabbed the man, and then saw a small face full of wild beauty, honey-colored skin, gorgeous and full red lips, and a pair of light gray misty eyes, staring at him.

Their posture at the moment is very ambiguous, like the most classic scene in tango, the man is holding the woman who is about to fall, and the distance between his lips is no more than ten centimeters. Leon raised an eyebrow, and he saw the girl's red hair. Isn't this the bride-to-be who danced in the square a moment ago? But her clothes had changed, and the red light that tightly wrapped around her body had disappeared, replaced by a white low-cut gown, with faint soft hair fibers mixed with shiny silver threads, wrapping her plump and elastic body, Leon didn't know what it was, but felt soft and delicate to the touch, which made people feel very warm.

But Leon wasn't paralyzed by the warmth in his hands, for the girl looked like a misty fox wrapped in white fur, full of cunning danger.

The people around them all looked with interest at the center of the field in the distance, and no one paid attention to the little thing that happened here, there was a man in a golden dress who danced so well that the girls couldn't help but scream.

"Lofe" and then a tall white shadow flashed next to them, "Let go of your claws!" The voice was cold and arrogant, and at the same time a hand unceremoniously grabbed Leon by the collar, as if to throw him away from the girl. The strength of that hand was great, Leon shook his shoulder slightly, and when he shook it off, he heard a soft snap, and the button that had been buckled under his neck had been stretched.

Leon calmly helped Luo Fei up and looked at the rude figure, which was Zhang Yaxuan, the young marshal of the Asian region.

Luo Fei took advantage of the situation to hold Leon's arm, his plump chest was close to his thick arm, and he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, but in Zhang Yaxuan's eyes, it was this low-ranking officer who grabbed his fiancée tightly, his slender phoenix eyes couldn't help but narrow, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes,

"You're the inferior who seduced Lofe?" his brainwave rang abruptly in Leon's head,

"I don't know her, man, you should be optimistic about your own woman" Leon also replied with brainwaves unceremoniously, since this guy has no scruples about using brainwaves, he has nothing to hide,

"You dare to flirt with my fiancée!" Zhang Yaxuan suddenly opened his mouth angrily, his voice was not small, and finally attracted the attention of the people around him, Leon suddenly understood what he wanted to do, and couldn't help grinning, his white teeth shining in the dimness,

"All the uptown men have seen her big boobs, do I need to tease her here?, we're an open and free reserve, you should get used to this kind of thing," Leon said, pulling Lofe into his arms, and half of Lofe's body was completely lying in Leon's arms.

Zhang Yaxuan's handsome face became cold and hideous, he gritted his teeth and snorted:

"I'm going to duel with you"

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PS: mimi's problem used to be very confusing to Asian men, most of the 70D and the like are just legends, but now it's different, but two days ago I looked at a survey, 20 years, the bust of Chinese girls has only risen by 1 cm, this seems to be a miscommunication, don't you see the waves all over the street?