Although Locke always wants to stay away from the entertainment between nobles, Angelina will not follow his wishes.

Holding the elbow of the lover, the two are like a pair of dancing butterflies, weaving through the many nobles.

"Hello, Zyra, this is Locke. ”

"Millie, where's your boyfriend, why didn't you bring it?"

"Bote, this is my fiancé, haven't you always wanted to see it?"

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Most of Angelina's classmates who took Rock to meet were women.

This group of future magicians is still a group of entry-level magic apprentices, except for that Joaquin who has the strength of a low-level apprentice, the rest are not worth mentioning in Locke's eyes.

Although the strength of this group of people is not high, Locke knows that Angelina pays more attention to their potential and the family behind them, Angelina, who is from the royal family, is better at interpersonal communication than Locke, although she is only 16 years old this year.

The party in the garden was not just a bunch of people gathering together to gossip, the host Joaquin brought in a whole orchestra, mostly aristocrats, dancing was their forte, and they had just eaten some dessert and fruit, and they needed to exercise.

"Beautiful lady, can I invite you to do a dance?" A personable man walked up to Locke and Angelina and held out his right hand to Angelina.

At the long table, many nobles have invited their dance partners to dance together on the open-air dance floor.

The orchestra is of a good standard, and even Locke, who has never heard music before, sounds like he has a sense of lightness.

But before he could savor it, someone came to the door, and the target was Angelina in his arms.

Faced with this situation, the first to react was Angelina, "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today. ”

Angelina knew that Locke couldn't dance, how could she leave Locke alone on this occasion, and as a princess, she grew so big, and the only one who danced with her was her brother, who was invited by the prince who came to Faustin from other kingdoms to dance, and Angelina used to be disdainful.

This O'Moore nobleman, who can only be said to have a good skin, Angelina doesn't even know what his name is.

The man seemed to be rejected by others for the first time, and his face was suddenly a little embarrassed, and the pestle was a little overwhelmed there.

Joaquin, who had been paying attention to this side, immediately rushed over, "Tris, come, I'll dance with you!" he said, stretching out his left hand and placing it in Tris's palm.

This aristocratic man named Triss is a side lineage of a certain Marquis of Princeton, although he may not be valued much by the lord's family, but after all, the noble level is there, and Joaquin can't let him make a fool of himself in the party he held.

The man also quickly adjusted, first snorted coldly at Angelina, didn't know what to scold, and then pulled out the hand holding Jookin, and stopped it directly on Jookin's waist, Jorkin frowned slightly, and moved out without moving, before holding the man and stepping onto the dance floor.

Locke had not spoken, and he had taken his appearance to heart as he looked coldly at the young man named Tris.

For so long, he hadn't been anxious with Angelina once, and today someone actually threw Angelina in front of him, and even insulted her.

Although Locke doesn't want to cause trouble, he is not a person who is afraid of causing trouble if someone threatens his relatives.

The dance ended quickly, and Joaquin endured the young man's offensive little movements, and at the end of the tune, he politely parted with the man, so fast that the man did not react.

In this party organized by Joaquin, Tris had already discovered that there were only two beautiful ones, one was Joaquin and the other was Angelina, just now Joaquin was willing to dance with him, and acquiesced in his small movements, he thought that this was a good woman, but he didn't expect everything to be superficial.

It doesn't matter if you have an appointment with Angelina or not, Tris's target from the beginning was Joaquin.

His uncle was an Imperial Marquis, but his father was not, and he was even more not. Tris is not the only one in the family, his perverted father has given birth to more than a dozen younger siblings, and in order to stand out from the crowd, Tris urgently needs to find a suitable fiancée to stabilize his position.

Joaquin was the first target he had determined, otherwise this kind of party held by a girl would rarely be attended by a prodigal son like him.

The children of the nobles can be provoked, but it is not easy to separate if they are provoked, where is it better to be entangled with the daughters of ordinary commoners, and they are chic.

In order to inherit his old son's earldom, and even to be taken care of by his uncle who is a marquis, Tris has already planned to be a good man for the time being after getting Joaquin.

Yes, for the time being, Tris won't give up an entire forest for a tree.

Still, it seems, a little harder?

Although Joaquin has always been hot and enthusiastic, there has never been a scandal about her, and Tris feels that he has to be serious. He has read countless women, but he can't handle just one woman?

"Thank you. Seeing Joaquin coming over, Angelina stepped forward and hugged her, leaned next to Joaquin's ear, and whispered a word of thanks.

"It's okay, this is my ball, I can't let you lose it. Joaquin laughed, she was one of the few people who knew that Angelina was the princess of the Kingdom of Faustin.

The most noble princess of a powerful kingdom and a side branch of a marquis's family, Joaquin knows which is more important, and besides, she and Angelina are still good friends.

As for Tris's father, although he was also an earl like her father, he was just a wine bag and rice bag, and his actual power was more than a little worse than that of her father, which was why she didn't like Tris very much.

"Hey, Locke, thank Joaquin, too. Angelina waved at Locke, who was still standing there.

Locke was staring at Tris, who, after dancing with Joaquin, pulled a noble woman to a dance, drinking several glasses of juice during the process.

Locke felt that the time was almost up, and sure enough, after the second dance, Tris walked outside the garden under the guidance of the attendants around him, presumably to go to the bathroom.

Moving outward without a trace, Locke prepared to follow him.

"Where are you going?" said Angelina, pulling Locke, who was about to walk out.

"Well, I'll go to the bathroom. Locke said casually.

"Can you find it? Do you want me to send an attendant to show you the way?" Joaquin next to him has been at odds with Locke, and his speech smells of gunpowder.

I can't understand why this woman always targets him, but at least they have just done the two of them a favor, and Locke can't refute, "No need, thank you." ”

"Humph!" Joaquin crossed his arms as Locke walked out of the garden. "Angelina, why did you fall in love with such a promising man?"

The reason why Joaquin hates Locke is because Angelina is one of the few friends she admits, although they have only known each other for a month, Angelina's shrewdness and cuteness make her know that this is a girlfriend who can be deeply acquainted.

Under Aiwu and Wu, she felt that Locke was too ordinary, not only did he look ordinary, but his strength was only at the level of her family's guard, where was he worthy of Angelina.

"Hell, Locke is great. Angelina pouted, she didn't like her best friend speaking ill of Locke.

"I don't see it. Joaquin raised his arms, and the two waves on his chest seemed to squeeze out of his neck.

Angelina thought about it for a while, pulled Joaquin to the corner of the ball, and began to tell Joaquin about the deeds of Locke who saved her, of course, she didn't say it all, about the month when she was dependent on each other in the snow cave after encountering the moonlight wolf, Angelina just passed it off.

While the two women were there to tell the story, Locke followed Tris.

In the bathroom, Tris had just wiped his hands with a silk scarf, and before he could put it down, a dark shadow came from behind him, and then there was darkness in front of him.

Looking at Tris, who was covered by his own clothes, Locke was not polite, a whip kick kicked out, and Tris under his clothes let out a scream and rolled towards the wall, with a trace of blood printed on the ground.

These days, he has made a move with the crystal scorpion dragon, so that Locke has lost some accuracy, and this time it is heavy, and it is estimated that this Tris has to break two ribs.

The first blow was heavy, and then the next blow was lightly hit, Locke picked up Tris, and smashed it in the abdomen with a few straight punches, and within two blows, Tris couldn't stand up with his stomach.

There was blood spitting in his mouth, and he couldn't spit it out, as if he had been interrupted.

The silence of the Earl's Court was good, Locke was committing atrocities inside, and none of the squires who were walking by outside noticed it.

Finally, when Triss was beaten to the point that he couldn't get up again, Locke stopped.

Angelina's new gray coat for Locke was already stained with blood, and seeing that she couldn't ask for it anymore, she took off the coat that covered Tris's head, revealing Triss with a swollen face inside.

Locke's own strength knows by himself, and this time down, it is fortunate that Tris is a knight who cultivates fighting spirit, otherwise ordinary people would have been killed long ago.

Loose on his shoulders, Locke prepared to leave, he didn't believe Triss would recognize him in this situation.

But to be on the safe side, before leaving, Locke stomped on Tris's head and scolded, "Let you rob me of a woman!"

Tris tilted his head and fainted.

Following Angelina and Grace for so long, Locke didn't learn the great wisdom, and he had a lot of brains, he was specifically leading Tris to the wrong place and robbing women, of course, women could only refer to Joaquin who had just danced with him.

As for this young master Tris, when he finally woke up, he suspected which rival he was in love, and it was none of Locke's business.