Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 31 Can I Ask You to Dance

It took 3 hours for a dinner party to end.

Zhang Ang saw that several nobles were eating with dizzy eyes, lying straight on the ground, unable to get up with their big bellies.

Zhang Ang quickly ordered his servants to help them to the corner of the hall.

Because the following is the highlight of the banquet-the dance.

The dining table in the middle of the hall was taken down, colorful glazed lamps were hung up, and a team of musicians who had already prepared, dressed in uniform, entered the hall with various musical instruments.

Count Marceau also stood in the middle of the stage, his face was full of oil, and he said drunkenly: "Ah, I haven't had such a good meal in a long time. Baron Leonardo is really the most talented foodie in the history of my city of Luntu , let us thank him for his food!"

Everyone applauded and cheered, and Earl Marceau then announced: "Okay, let's taste the perfect food, and the following is the long-awaited dance. Everyone dance, boys and girls in Luntu City, let's dance!"

The melodious dance music sounded, and a pair of young noble men and women who had seen each other for a long time stood out with swollen bellies, held hands with each other, walked to the center of the hall, and danced to the beat of the music.

The older nobles were holding wine glasses, sitting or standing, and a few people gathered together, chatting with each other.

Naturally, Zhang Ang became the focus of their discussion, and everyone envied Zhang Ang's good luck: he was favored by the daughter of the city lord.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ang secretly and openly.Several young and handsome noble children stared at Zhang Ang with vicious eyes, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

Zhang Ang felt uncomfortable being stared at by them, but for future business, he had to stay in the venue, so he had to hide in the corner as much as possible.

Suddenly there was a commotion in front, and Zhang Ang looked over curiously.

I saw Miss Sophie reclining on a velvet chair, holding a glass of fruit wine in her hand, her white cheeks were seductively flushed by the wine, her hair was falling down her slender waist, It's really indescribably lazy and moving.

And the musketeer I met in the afternoon was slowly walking towards Miss Sophie. He changed into a gorgeous sky-blue dress decorated with gems and feathers, and praised his sharp-edged face and long golden hair. Also indescribably handsome and stylish.

He walked up to Sophie and made a standard invitation gesture. His pair of deep blue eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was extremely gentle, like the sunshine in spring: "Beautiful lady, can I invite you?" Do you want a dance?"

Many aristocratic women present were moved by this gentle invitation, holding their hearts together, their eyes sparkling, wishing they could pounce on Miss Sophie instead of Miss Sophie, and jump on a team that will never end with this handsome and powerful musketeer. The dance that will end.

But Miss Sophie's words were like a blizzard in winter, completely extinguishing the fiery love of the musketeer: "I'm sorry, Lord d'Artagnan, I am engaged, and I will only dance with my fiancé .”

After all, she stood up and walked towards Zhang Ang.He ignored the poor man behind him who had turned into a stone statue.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Ang couldn't help but have 1 'fuck' in his heart: You two are so good at matching each other, why do you have to drag me into it, I have a marriage contract too!
He looked around, almost everyone was looking at him with scorching eyes, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

Finally, Miss Sophie, the flower of Gaoling from the Rose Sword Academy, the most beautiful rose in Luntu City, the Earl's beloved daughter, and the dream lover of all unmarried or married men, came to Zhang Ang.

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, and she exhaled Ruolan, every word she said seemed to hit her heart directly: "Mr. Leonardo, can I ask you to dance?"

Zhang Ang only felt dizzy, his mouth was dry, and his heart was beating very hard: "I, I, I." I couldn't say a word for a long time.

At this time, a white arm stretched out in front of him, as if wanting him to hold it.What a perfect arm it was, with a white and healthy complexion, soft and round curves, slender fingers, exuding a faint fragrance of roses, just like the unbroken arms of Venus, the goddess of beauty.

The catkin was very close to him, and countless voices shouted in his mind: "Grab it! Hold it!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Ang closed his eyes again, the rushing desire in his mind, the noisy voices around, and the lovely people in front of him all disappeared.A figure emerged from the bottom of his heart, it was an ordinary-looking girl with a bit of baby fat, smiling sweetly at him.

Opening his eyes again, Zhang Ang no longer panicked and lost his mind. He ignored the perfect arm stretched out, and calmly said, "I'm sorry, Miss Sophie, I don't know how to dance."

This is an excuse, but also the truth.

Miss Sophie was surprised, but she still insisted: "If not, I can."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhang Ang: "I'm sorry, I have something to do next, so let's go ahead."

After all, Zhang Ang left the venue without looking back.

Walking out of the meeting place, Zhang Ang sat on the stone steps at the door, and felt a little regretful when he was blown by the cold evening wind: It doesn’t really matter to dance a dance. Miss Sophie, who must have offended Earl Marceau, also lost face in front of the nobles in the city, which is really not worth the candle.

Alas, who told me to be so innocent? Although this Miss Sophie is a foreign girl, she is really charming. If she continues dancing, she may not be shaken. Once wavered, she may make mistakes, just in case. One, let's keep it at a respectful distance. From now on, just take a step forward.

Just as he was thinking about something, Zhang Ang suddenly felt that there was someone beside him.

Looking back, it was DArtagnan, the musketeer.

He looked down at Zhang Ang, with infinite anger in his tone: "Why did you refuse to dance with Sophie?"

"I don't know either. I just feel a little scared." Of course Zhang Ang would not tell him the truth.

"What are you afraid of? Sophie is such a good girl. You don't know how to dance. Didn't she say she would teach you? Are you afraid that jumping in public will be embarrassing?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Why do you know nothing? I have never seen such a weak and incompetent man like you. If you are good enough and strong enough, I don't mind giving up. But with your current state, I don't think you can give Sophie happiness."

"Then what do you want? A duel?"

"No, I will not use force to make you submit, and I will not give up Sophie. I will prove that I am her destined husband, and you are only suitable to be a chef."

Very good, very good, I beg you to prove it right away.Zhang Ang let out a silent cry in his heart.

But what he said was: "Okay, then I will wait and see!"

(End of this chapter)