Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

On the opposite side of him, there was no one receiving Roja, and there was nothing on the table. It was not until Santos "accidentally" discovered this impolite scene, and reprimanded the waiter with an exaggerated face.

"You guys who don't have long eyes, how can you forget our Mr. Messenger, they don't bring anything to moisten the throat."

A reprimand made the men and women behind cover their mouths and chuckle, and the waiter who followed the order brought a glass of wine and put it in front of Roja, his words and deeds were quite casual.

The attitude is casual, and the wine is naturally mixed at will. Roja glanced at the cup, not interested in this kind of charity at all. He raised his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man opposite and asked faintly:

"Mr. Santos, if I remember correctly, are we going to negotiate an armistice this time?"

"Exactly, Monsieur Angel."

"Then what is this ridiculous banquet? I haven't seen your sincerity."

"About this, Mr. Roja seems to have misunderstood a bit. This is our way of showing friendship."

Santos looked back at the crowd on the dance floor and the men and women who were getting more and more affectionate in the smell of alcohol, and explained with a smile:

"Our Brotherhood of Redemption is an organization that pays attention to truth and obeys ourselves. The Lord gives us strength and allows us to have a better life. The banquet is a way for us to relax and be honest with each other."

"Oh? So this is still a ceremony for you to welcome me?"

"Of course, we were sincere and even defenseless."

The middle-aged man waved his hands as he said so, and a beautiful young girl walked up behind him. Santos hugged the young girl's slender waist, pulled her into his arms amidst the woman's delicate laughter, and looked at the opposite side with a smile. He looked at his boy calmly.

"But I admit that I didn't think about it. Mr. Roja is a holy envoy. The environment we live in is different from ours. Maybe he hasn't experienced this kind of life?"

"..."

Facing the boy's silence, Santos's smile got deeper and deeper. He touched two girls' bodies, raised the corners of his mouth and asked:

"Mr. Roja, have you experienced it?"

"what?"

"Have you ever experienced the feeling of a woman?"

Hearing Santos' explicit words, Roja's complexion sank slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and said lightly:

"Mr. Santos, this is not something we need to talk about."

"Of course not, but those can be discussed later. I think we should reach a friendly relationship before that. This is the basis for negotiations. This banquet actually has this purpose."

"what?"

Listening to the fallacies of the middle-aged man, Roja, who had been ridiculed since entering the door, frowned, and Santos stood up and proposed.

"In order to express friendship, how about we dance together according to the customs of the country of scholars? Although Mr. Roja is far away from worldly affairs, dancing should be no problem, right?"

Santos smiled mockingly, and the men and women behind him also looked at the joke.

Dancing is completely inconsistent with the role of a holy envoy. Normally speaking, Roja naturally cannot do it. The reason why Santos proposed it is to make the other party lose face, and it is useless even if Roja knows a little bit, because Broni Dancing in groups of two or two can express either friendliness or hostility.

If the dance steps of the two parties are the same, or the difficulty is similar, then it is natural to express friendship and enjoyment, and expressing hostility and insult is also very simple, that is, it is enough to attract all eyes with more difficult and more gorgeous dance steps. The other party becomes a foil.

It's just that it doesn't need to be so laborious now.

Santos glanced at a group of sullen guards behind Roja and grinned, and then offered help to the boy as if he understood.

"By the way, there seems to be no women in Mr. Roja's team, so let us be the dance partner. Which one of you wants to?"

The middle-aged man asked questions from behind, but the words fell silent for a while, and the women mocked and looked forward, and no one answered.

The atmosphere in the spacious banquet hall was awkward for a while. Seeing this situation, many men snickered. This blatant fool finally made Roja's face completely sink. However, before he could attack, a familiar voice suddenly came behind him came from the door.

"If you don't want to, then let me come."

"!"

When the cold voice came into the banquet hall unexpectedly, everyone present widened their eyes. Roja suddenly turned his head and saw the beautiful girl who was not like a mortal in the opened door.

With skin as soft as jade, flowing black hair with a dusty air, bright and mysterious purple pupils, a dignified classical dress and a purple headdress that complements the pupil color, Lilian Archman in the dress seems to be her own. Walking in the light, just like any banquet in the Austin Empire, everyone was amazed as soon as he appeared.

The men stared blankly at the direction of the gate, while the women's faces became stiff. Santos' eyes widened in surprise, and he stopped touching the girl's hand next to him, then reacted and asked angrily behind him:

"Who is she? Where are our guards?"

Santos was very angry, but now no one could answer his question. Everyone in the banquet hall was watching Lilian. The black-haired girl glanced at the venue lightly, and then her eyes fell on the boy and did not move. , the snow-like beauty seemed to have thawed since then, revealing a faint smile.

"!"

When seeing this scene, the boy couldn't help but widen his eyes. This is the first time since Roja met Lilian, he saw her smile. The tenderness and intimacy that was completely different from the indifference of the past made Roja His heart was pounding, and the strong feeling even made him want to reach out and hold his heart.

It's senior!

The joy of seeing Lilian again and the impact of the girl's smile made Roja a little dizzy. The boy's worry was finally put down. There were many discussions in the banquet hall, but the boy had no time to care about him.

As if feeling the warm gaze, Lilian lightly moved her lotus steps and came in front of Roja under the gaze of everyone. She blinked, and then gently stretched out her hand.

"Sister?"

"Don't you want to dance? I'm here, no one else is needed."

"Indeed...then let's play a song for our reunion."

Hearing Lilian's somewhat domineering lines, Roja couldn't help showing a smile on his face. The boy who couldn't restrain his joy stood up and gently held Lilian's hand, leading the enviable princess, ignoring Santos' ugly face came to the center of the dance floor.

Originally, Roja didn't want to cooperate with Santos to do any tricks, but now, the beauty who broke the deadlock for him is invited, as a man, what reason is there to refuse?