My Magic Age

The group of young aristocrats who gathered with William, seeing the tit-for-tat confrontation between William and me, all gathered around William. Compared with the young aristocrats who were in the same circle as William, they all had extraordinary backgrounds. They probably wouldn't mind stirring up trouble at the dance. Seeing their expressions of excitement and curiosity, they quickly gathered towards me, and there was a trace of ridicule on William's cold face.

"Are you worried that you will be defeated by me in the duel after the Summer Festival Ball, and you can't wait to advance the duel time?" I asked William, staring into his eyes.

William's face looked a little uncertain. He clenched the fists hidden in his sleeves, hesitated a little, and said to me with a cold face: "Although I really can't wait, I want to see you living in hesitation and uneasiness every day. , under the shadow of the Dread Lord, your heart becomes bit by bit fragile, anxious and sensitive, and you may be overwhelmed by the tremendous pressure before the duel."

William had no intention of continuing to entangle with me. Before his friends gathered around, he passed me by, "But I hope you can survive these difficult days, otherwise my fist will be very disappointed." ”

I think William probably didn't want his friends to know about the duel. After all, there's nothing worth arguing about when a fourth-year magician bullies a freshman in the academy. If it doesn't work well, a group of friends may even make fun of it.

The attention of many people at the ball was attracted by the Prince of Wales, who was wrapped in a halo of victory. Few people noticed the situation here, but it was Le Die who was standing with Lucia in the distance and accidentally saw it. Here, when I saw William and I standing together, I couldn't help but look at me twice.

"Hi, why are you here?" Ying Li secretly glanced at Mrs. Manda and asked me with joy. Without waiting for my answer, she secretly held my hand and led me through the clothes. Passing through the crowd, I walked towards the edge of the venue, as if I had walked into her life, which made her a little shy. Her face was slightly red, but her eyes were full of joy.

Those young people who originally wanted to step forward to say hello to Ying Li were all ignored by her eyes.

"It was your brother who invited me here." I took out the invitation letter from Prince of Wales from my arms, handed it to Ying Li to look at, and asked her, "Why don't you see Helena and Becky?"

"Ah, they don't have to be together all the time every day. They occasionally do some things of their own. Helena didn't know you would come over. If she knew, you would definitely come." She turned red. Apple glanced towards Prince of Wales unconsciously.

At this time, Wells was holding Qige's hand and slowly stepping out of the carriage. The exquisite magic caravan was crowded with people. Everyone wanted to have a relationship with this upstart of the royal family. It would be best if they could take part in this triumph. train.

Nowadays, at least half of the planes controlled by the Grand Dukes of the Green Empire are in chaos and war. Prince of Wales's campaign will not stop just because of a victory. This Royal Constructed Knights also need to continue to fight for other places. In a plane where the war situation is in crisis, whichever plane this victorious army rushes to will have a good chance of getting out of the quagmire-like battle situation as soon as possible.

This manor looked very familiar to Ying Li. She took me up the water channel and through a row of low tree walls, and came to the foot of a big tree. The owner here actually moved this big tree The heart of the tree was hollowed out to create a lush cabin. In the treehouse, there was a waiter wiping wine glasses. Looking inside from the window, there were rows of wine cabinets in the treehouse. This was actually a treehouse. bar.

This place is a little more remote. The guests are crowding at the entrance of the manor square to welcome the Prince of Wales, so it seems a bit deserted here.

Ying Li and I sat down on long chairs cut from tree roots. Ying Li waved to the bartender inside and said, "Qiao, make us two glasses of sweet fruit wine."

"Okay, Your Highness Princess." The bartender promised from inside. He seemed to be very familiar with Ying Li.

He didn't do any fancy moves, he just poured out half a glass of wine from a bottle filled with fruit wine, then mixed some watermelon juice, added a little ice cubes, and finally poured a layer on the floating ice cubes. With thick honey, two glasses of sweet fruit wine were served.

Ying Li told me the story of this wooden house and praised the delicious vegetable risotto made by bartender Joe.

I asked her with some curiosity: "Did you grow up in this manor when you were young?"

Ying Li held his chin with one hand and propped his elbows on the wooden table. He squinted his eyes and asked me, "Who else told you the story of this manor?"

I said, "Senior Adele, she took me for a walk there just now, and she also said that she loved playing in this manor when she was a child."

Ying Li covered his mouth with his hands and said in surprise: "Do you know Adele?"

I tasted the wine in the cup. This sweet fruit wine had almost no taste of wine. It only had the flavor of sour fruit mixed with honey and watermelon juice. It was hard to imagine that this drink was made by a royal bartender.

I said, "After all, we are in the same college, and during the plane training, she and I were in the same training team, so we got to know each other."

The bartender walked out of the wooden house, holding a lantern in his hand. He opened the covers of white cotton cloth next to the tree house, letting countless stars and dots of light emit faint light from inside. Those faint lights The dots kept moving in the cloth cover, like fireflies.

Yingli sat quietly beside me, blinking and saying, "She actually cares about you?"

I asked curiously, "Why?"

Yingli said casually, "She doesn't like to care about people usually. She just likes to follow Wells. She doesn't even care about me and Ledie."

Yingli and I sat in front of the wooden house, chatting aimlessly. Through the gaps between the leaves above our heads, we watched the stars in the night sky gradually light up, one, two, three, and watched the birds in the forest return to their nests in the dim light of the night. We watched the bartender Joe take out a gauze net bag to catch fireflies around the tree house, and throw them into the cotton lampshade every time he caught a firefly.

Sitting with Yingli, even if we don't say anything to each other, we will feel that time passes quickly.

A melodious piano sound came from afar, and Ying Li whispered to me: "The ball is about to start."

I hurriedly stood up from the bench, looked towards the ball, and said to Ying Li: "Ah, I also promised Madam Alia that I would dance the first dance with her."

Ying Li pouted her lips, sat on the chair and muttered: "The first person to be invited should be me."

I walked out from the side of the bar, faced Ying Li, and extended my hand to invite her: "It's an honor."

But she smiled and pulled my little finger, whispering: "I was just talking casually."

Ying Li was indeed just talking casually. After leaving for a while, Madam Manda began to look for Ying Li's figure everywhere in the square of the ball. While chatting with the ladies around her, she used her sharp eyes to search for Ying Li's figure in the square. When Ying Li appeared in the crowd of the ball again, Madam Manda withdrew her radar-like eyes.

Madam Manda has the clear lake-like eyes of the elves. Ledie's eyes are very similar to Madam Manda's, but she does not have Madam Manda's translucent pointed ears that are as crystal clear as mutton-fat jade. I don't know why, but at the first sight when we met, I knew that Madam Manda was a noble elf, not a half-elf like Lucia who only has elf blood.

The nobility of the elves is innate. Nobility, elegance, beauty, pride and worship of art are the nature of elves.

Lucia's beautiful appearance fully shows all the characteristics that an elf should have, but she is not a pure-blooded elf. However, this does not affect the determination of those young nobles to pursue Lucia. Lucia is always surrounded by a lot of noble young men who actively offer their courtesy, especially at such a ball, she wears an exquisite evening dress and cannot carry her sword of Hemenquis with her. Without the deterrence of the magic sword, those noble young men are eager to try, and they seem to be trying their best to invite Lucia to dance.

It is impossible for Ying Li and I to dance the first dance under the eyes of Madam Manda, since Ying Li's aunt, High Priest Angel Boulder, had already expressed her attitude three years ago and sent Ying Li back to the imperial capital to study. At this time, we must also consider Madam Manda's attitude. If we really do that and annoy Madam Manda, Ying Li may spend the rest of his study career in the elf world.

Of course, I can't walk into the crowd over there, kick Prince Wells away, and then dance the first dance with Qi Ge's hand, but I don't know whether Wells will agree. Those families who have more or less plane wars will also decisively "help" Prince Wells and flatten me with a pickaxe.

Lucia is the most popular person at this ball, which depends on her beautiful appearance like a white elf woman.

As the music began to play, the crowd around Prince Wales gradually dispersed. Wales took Qige's hand and stepped into the dance floor gracefully. The two danced on the dance floor, looking like they had danced together countless times. Every beat and every movement was so skillful and coordinated so well.

Maybe everyone has become accustomed to Qige's cold face. Even in a remote corner, no one complained about Qige. Maybe in their eyes, the future princess next to Prince Wales has always been such a cold beauty.

Others may not see any communication between Wales and Qige during the first dance. In fact, from the beginning of the first dance, the two had some small disputes, but the two spoke in very low voices and could not see the movements. The conversation between the two was completely swallowed up by the music.

When this dance music repeated the previous part, Prince Eric, the owner of the manor, held his wife's delicate hand and walked into the dance floor gracefully. Then came some noble gentlemen of great status, and their dancing partners were all beautiful ladies.

At this time, I ran to Lady Alia as agreed, and Ying Li also walked back to Lady Manda obediently, standing behind Lady Manda, and still couldn't help but take advantage of Lady Manda turning her head to talk, looking through the crowd and falling on me. When Ying Li saw Lady Alia chatting with me, her expression seemed a bit complicated, but in order to deal with the questions that Lady Manda might ask at any time, Ying Li had to be careful and concentrate, and then he didn't look at me again.

Whether it was the idea of ​​Green Empire's superiority over women, or the imbalance of the male and female population ratio in Green Empire, and the huge population difference of more men than women, this made the men of Green Empire always easy to be forgiven when they did something out of line. On the other hand, the women of the empire would not have such power.

The Green Empire has called for gender equality many times, but it has not helped women's rights.

Lady Alia turned her head absent-mindedly and chatted with the ladies while looking into the dance floor, looking a little flustered and afraid.

A tall old man in an exquisite and luxurious dress came over. His temples were gray and his eyes were cold like an eagle. He had an extraordinary momentum and walked in a sonorous and powerful manner, but his skinny face was full of disgust. He walked to Lady Alia with a strong aura, just like a superior looking at his servants, looking at Lady Alia with an unquestionable look and stretching out his right hand.

Just from Lady Alia's eyes, it can be seen clearly that this old man is the godfather mentioned by Lady Alia, Duke Ryan Boothman.

Seeing Lady Alia standing at the edge of the dance floor, showing a slight hesitation, Duke Ryan's eyes sank slightly, and he shouted in a low and brief voice: "Hurry up, don't waste time!"

The unquestionable tone made Lady Alia's body a little weak, and her left hand stretched out involuntarily, wanting to obey Earl Ryan's order. A struggling look appeared in her eyes, and a layer of mist covered her eyes. She glanced at me hesitantly and whispered to Duke Ryan: "Sorry, I don't want to dance with you!"

The surroundings suddenly became so quiet, except for the music, the sound of dance steps and the cheerful laughter from afar, as if all the sounds around were excluded. Duke Ryan's face seemed to be frozen with a layer of ice. He looked at Lady Alia coldly and shouted again in a low voice: "Do you know what you are doing? Do you want to be punished tonight?"

His eyes were like the eyes of a ferocious beast. When staring at people, it felt like a knife was hanging over their heads. If Lady Alia hadn't supported my arm, she might have collapsed to the ground at this time.