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"Brother Locke, are you going to leave this time?" Meltson picked up the wine brought by the maid with his fat hand, clinked glasses with Locke, and drank it all.

Shaking his wine glass, Locke looked at the noble men and women of Faustin who were singing and dancing in the garden near him, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to have heard what Melson said.

Seeing Locke's appearance, Melson did not get angry, but raised his hand to let the maid fill her glass again.

Count Meltson had not reached the level of knowing the dimensional wars, but Mileson, who had traveled far and wide in the surrounding countries and owned many industries, smelled something unusual with a sensitive nose that was not in harmony with his body.

This is a tense and depressing atmosphere, and Earl Mileson, who feels this atmosphere, thinks of those high-level squires and above who have disappeared in the country in recent years, and his body can't help but feel cold.

His uncle George is also a high-ranking squire-level powerhouse, and Meltson once asked vaguely, but George didn't know much, and only told those knights to go to the knight's hall to carry out the recruitment mission.

And George, because of his age and the fact that he was a little tired from just experiencing a war between the two countries, avoided the recruitment mission of the knight's hall after paying a lot of resources.

There are not a few high-ranking squires in the Mycia continent like George, and these people are all standing at the top of the secular power, and only these people can afford to disobey the high price of the knight's hall of conscription.

Melson was also a little curious, so he asked Locke, a high-ranking squire who had just returned from studying in the O'Moore Empire.

Compared to the closed kingdom of Faustin in the countryside, I believe that the O'Moore Empire must have some explanation that has been circulated among the general public, which is his intuition as a good merchant.

Since Locke did not speak, Viscount Melson did not continue to ask, but took the glasses that the maid had filled and drank them again.

Locke didn't say it, in fact, it was already obvious, and Melson also understood that this was not something he should be exposed to, and Locke obviously knew something.

The two chatted with each other, and under the garden, there were more and more men and women stepping onto the dance floor, and Melson looked at it with itchy hands, and asked sideways, "Brother Locke, don't you go down to play?" After speaking, he squeezed his eyes in the direction of Grace and the women, he is one of the few people in Faustin who knows that Locke is 'bold'.

"No, you can go by yourself if you want to. Locke shook his head and took a sip of wine.

He didn't know how to dance at all, and the last time he danced was seven years ago, when he and Angelina came out of the Murphy Forest, Angelina taught him at a dinner party hosted by the prince.

But after all this time, Locke has long forgotten the movements that Angelina once taught him.

Grace would definitely dance, as would Christine and Rafi, but Locke was not interested in having the two girls teach him to dance on the spot.

In addition to missing his parents and having no intention of caring about him, Locke didn't want to be too presumptuous in front of his future father-in-law.

On the way back to the palace, His Majesty felt Locke's indifference to him.

Locke, who has experienced so many battles and life-and-death dangers, and has also participated in magnificent and thrilling plane wars, is still a little frightened in the face of King Faustin, an old man who looks ordinary on the outside.

Noble titles suppress or something, Locke doesn't care about these, Locke, who has at least hundreds of lives in his hands, has killed Charlotte, killed thieves in the O'Moore Empire, killed fierce monsters, killed xenomorphic creatures, these Locke's souls under the sword have not brought Locke any substantial improvement.

But the way Locke sees and deals with things has changed a lot, and unconsciously, it has also cast a special momentum on him.

This momentum Locke is usually suppressed in the bottom of his heart, and only Earl Melson, an old fritter who often deals with all kinds of people, can get a glimpse of it.

Can the knighthood be eaten as a meal, can the knighthood make the butcher knife that the alien creature drop on you more slowly?

Apparently not.

Locke, like everyone else, chases power, but in the process of chasing these, he doesn't lose himself, he knows what needs to be done and what is not necessary.

Beat yourself as much as your majesty wants, Locke thought as he lay on the stone chair, holding his head in his arms.

It's a big deal to drive a floating boat, leave Faustin with all his relatives, and elope with Angelina!

Locke thought viciously in his heart.

He still has this charm, and he is confident that Angelina will obediently follow him when the time comes.

It's just that Angelina herself may be sad between her relatives and lovers, which is the last thing Locke wants to see.

I hope His Majesty won't tear himself and Angelina apart, Locke sighed.

Strength, strength again, Locke thought resentfully, if he was now a quasi-knight, or even a formal knight, presumably His Majesty would not object to this family business.

It is a fantasy that the materials brought back from the Activated Goblin World will directly help Locke be promoted to an official knight, but there are still some possibilities for a quasi-knight.

When Locke planned to break through to the high-level magic apprenticeship in a while, he also tried his best to see if he could touch the would-be knight.

While Locke was thinking about things in a mess, Earl Melson was already twisting his belly and walking down the dance floor below.

Before they could get close to the dance floor, several young and beautiful aristocratic women walked towards Count Melson with a smile.

Melson is in his thirties, but he is still not married, and he is the only one among the high-ranking nobles of Faustin, and in his own words, he wants to enjoy a few years before talking about marriage.

This also made Melson the most brilliant diamond king among the Faustan nobles.

These aristocratic girls may be running for his power, or they may be running for his wealth, but it is certain that no one is going for his 'handsome' appearance.

While Earl Melson was dancing on the dance floor, Jeance, who had not been out for a long time, walked briskly back and went straight into the side hall.

Princess Angelina, who was at the top of the side hall, was still laughing with the old king, and Jean Si walked towards the group of nobles on the left side of the side hall.

"How's it going?" asked Koster, sipping his wine and looking blank as he sipped his wine. From this position, he could clearly see Princess Angelina's beautiful face above the main hall.

Jeans leaned over and covered his mouth to whisper in Koster's ear for a long time.

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