Finally, the ball was over, and the nobles walked out of the venue. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although Zhang Ang's performance was not perfect, the fame of the Golden Bull Hotel was still an instant hit.

There are constantly large and small aristocrats to set various banquets, and some people directly sign long-term contracts, and the Golden Bull Hotel will provide them with three meals a day.

Just the deposit, Zhang Ang will accept it softly, looking at this momentum, he will be able to pay off his foreign debts in less than a month, and he will make pure money in the future.

There was only one thing that worried him: neither Count Marceau nor Miss Sophie had a very good face when they left.

Sure enough, as expected, the next morning someone from the Earl's Court came to summon Zhang Ang over.

With apprehension, Zhang Ang walked into the study of Count Marceau.

But Count Marceau was not in the study, only a tall woman in a white samurai dress, and it was Miss Sophie.

The tight-fitting samurai dress vividly reflects Miss Sophie's top model-like figure, and her hair is tied up by a rose-shaped headband, which looks extremely heroic, which is very different from the lazy charm of yesterday's ball.

Seeing Zhang Ang coming, she slowly spoke, her voice was still so crisp and pleasant: "Why didn't you dance with me yesterday?"

Zhang Ang has always been not very good at dealing with girls, especially now on an occasion like when a lonely man and a widow are in the same room, and he is facing such a glamorous beauty.

His eyes dodged and he stammered: "Uh, I, I was too nervous, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to jump well, I, this ......"

"Okay, I see, so let's take it as it is. I just hope that you can be more proactive in the future, and you can't always let me invite a girl to invite you. Miss Sophie's tone was indescribably complaining.

"There's one thing I've never been able to understand why Miss Sophie has taken a fancy to me, and I think it's not just about the engagement. After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Ang still said his heart.

Miss Sophie frowned, thought for a while, and then explained: "Of course, there is a reason for this matter, if you want to talk about appearance and martial arts, you are naturally inferior to those proud sons of the sky." But I didn't want to find a strong husband. My father is only one of my daughters, and as my husband, he will definitely join our Marceau family. Everyone said that I would find a strong husband to revitalize our declining family. But I thought, the dignified 'Sword Blade Rose' family, why should I borrow the power of others, I will come by myself, can't I?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Miss Sophie's gentle voice was full of firmness, bursting with infinite strength and showing boundless pride. Without impressing Zhang Ang.

After a pause, Miss Sophie continued: "Since you don't want to look for those who are powerful and noble, then naturally choose one that is more pleasing to your eyes, and you, Mr. Leonardo, are the one I have seen the most so far! At least, your eyes are clear, without the naked desire in the eyes of others, the disgusting possessiveness. And it seems that he has a pretty good personality, not strong, and will not be an obstacle to my revival of the family. Of course, your cooking is also excellent, and I have never had such a good meal in Paris. So, I don't mind keeping that engagement and being your wife. ”

Zhang Ang thought of countless possibilities, but he didn't expect such a reason.

Those female nobles who support their families independently are often more like men than one another, practicing martial arts hard, domineering, neat and tidy, and they can do several things when they drink, and they do their best to prove that they are not worse than men. But without exception, they all look up to those men who are more powerful and want to get stronger and better husbands. to make yourself no longer so happy and tired.

Is this the difference between a real feminist vanguard and a fake feminist fighter, one wins by his own strength, and the other gets recognition by joining the other.

Zhang Ang looked at Miss Sophie's eyes with a little respect.

"Do you know what I came to you to-day?" asked Miss Sophie.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ang was confused.

"As my husband, I naturally want to take the test for your martial arts, otherwise what would I do if I change into a samurai uniform? Although I don't need your foil, I still hope that you can have enough martial arts to protect yourself. Miss Sophie looked furious.

"Ah, martial arts!" I haven't practiced for a long time, and Zhang Ang has almost forgotten that he knows martial arts.

He hurriedly opened the 'Eye of Data' and swept towards Miss Sophie.

Sophie Marceau

Rank: Master of Martial Arts

Talent: Peerless

Strength: 48

Dexterity: 52

Constitution: 35

Spirit: 24

Martial arts: Rose School Traditional Swordsmanship (Outstanding), Rose School Secret Swordsmanship (Outstanding), Sword Blade Rose (Outstanding), Rose Sword Qi (Beginner), Thorn Rose Dance (Outstanding)

, it's really higher than your own martial arts, all of you are so strong, you can't give us this scrap of wood to live.

There is no need to fight at all, Zhang Ang said: "I have only recently broken through the official samurai, and I am afraid that I am not Miss Sophie's opponent." ”

"It's okay, I'll only use the same strength as you, it's just a test, don't worry, let's go, go to the martial arts arena." "Miss Sophie is very determined.

The two came to the martial arts arena.

Miss Sophie pointed to the row of meteor hammers on the shelf next to her and said, "I heard that your meteor hammer is very strong, and it just so happens that I haven't fought with the meteor hammer yet, so I just want to try it today." ”

Zhang Ang couldn't help but have a black line, and said helplessly: "But I don't know this meteor hammer." ”

"Isn't that your family's family kung fu?" Miss Sophie looked surprised, "You don't just practice internal skills, you haven't practiced martial arts moves?" ”

"Well, this move has been practiced as well, but it's not a meteor hammer. Faced with Miss Sophie's disdainful gaze, Zhang Ang had no choice but to explain.

"What kind of weapon move is that, anyway, whatever you've practiced, let me see it today. Miss Sophie insisted.

Zhang Ang had no choice but to go to the housekeeper and bring the stainless steel kitchen knife: the earl's house was not allowed to bring iron utensils in.

Looking at the short kitchen knife in Zhang Ang's hand, Miss Sophie couldn't help but laugh coquettishly: "You won't be ready to go to the battlefield with such a weapon." ”

"But, I'll use this weapon. ”

"Are you sure this is a weapon, not a kitchen knife for cooking?"

"But that's the kitchen knife I use to cook. ”

Miss Sophie's tears of laughter came out, and she squatted on the ground with her stomach in her arms, and her sword fell to the ground unsteadily.

Finally calmed down, she stood up, pulled out the stabbing sword in her hand, and said to Zhang Ang: "Don't play these slippery heads, for the sake of your jokes, I will be merciful, go and get the weapon you have in hand, let's start." ”

Zhang Ang: "......"