Can't Su

"Father Ace, the Chaos God you believe in, why can't we find any information?" When Jack stood up, he was still a little smug, as if he had discovered the biggest weakness of the enemy, and he showed a victorious smile .

...Made!Who chose this idiot!

Sitting next to the king's right, the handsome Holt almost broke the tableware in his hand.He looked at someone who stood up from the crowd of nobles and was wearing a fancy dress with a frightened expression on his face. He looked behind him with sharp eyes.

His butler, Lite, was also obviously a little surprised at the moment. He and himself looked at each other and looked surprised at the IQ and EQ of this guy who seemed to be okay.

Holt looked at Swift who was pulled directly to the first seat by the king, no, maybe he should be called Ace now.He didn't seem surprised by the fact that someone jumped out to provoke him, he just drank the wine in his glass and opened his mouth to say something.

Never let him speak out.I don't know why such a thought flashed through Holt's mind. He didn't know how the priest would deal with this guy, or simply use this guy's question to push the so-called Chaos God to the table.

"Speaking of which, Father Ace, it seems that you haven't communicated with me." There was a chuckle in the silent lobby.Holt put down the wine glass in his hand, leaned on the seat, and looked at Ace with a little teasing.

"After all...you used to be the bishop of the God of Light in Liwenerte. My lovely Lydia is very grateful to you for enlightening her." Without giving Swift time to speak, Holt directly He stood up, nodded politely at Duke John, and then walked towards the center of the hall.

A theatrical performance was going on in the center of the hall. The actors stopped their movements as soon as Jack spoke, but they were completely unable to leave without receiving instructions.At this moment, he was rigidly maintaining the previous movement, not daring to move.

The heroine of the play is a girl with a blond wig, she looks young, she is in a praying posture, her body is trembling with fear, her brown eyes are full of tears, and her round face looks very different. Arouses love and affection.

Jack was puzzled when he saw Holt stand up and interrupt him.Obviously it was the Duke's butler who found him, why did he interrupt his targeting of Ace at this moment?This question is obviously so good!Pretending to be a priest or even deceiving the king is a capital offense, and shouldn't he be encouraged and rewarded for his heroic debunking of all this?

But if it is interrupted, there is no way.Jack still had this wink, and Duke Holt was obviously dissatisfied with his provocation.After sitting down awkwardly, Jack found that the nobles who had been friends with him before avoided making eye contact with him.

A bunch of ignorant people!How do you know why I want to be such a young man!Number one will always be remembered.Although the Duke was dissatisfied with his performance, he at least expressed his loyalty—even doing such a reckless thing for the Duke's order.Then the name "Jack" will definitely be remembered by the Duke!As long as you remember, you have the opportunity to show your talents.You worked so hard to bribe the earl with your beautiful sisters in exchange for the opportunity to accompany you, so you must seize it!Must revive the family!

Holt didn't know about Jack's mental activities. If he knew, he might just sneer and scold him for being a fool and delete him from the list of his subordinates forever.There are many little nobles who want to get ahead and go crazy, but he doesn't care about it at all.

"May the God of Light bless you. Beautiful lady." Holt didn't say anything, it was as ambiguous as a whisper between lovers, and the way he curled his lips made the heroine of the play blush.Everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on Holt, seeing his every move.

"Go down and have a rest first, okay?" The gentleman's words were followed by an absolutely forceful move. After his words fell, the performers of the drama began to pack their things silently and wanted to escape here in a hurry.

Michael stood behind the blue curtain, secretly observing the scene in the hall.He still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.He knew that his failure to follow Holt's instructions was not just a betrayal of the deal between them-if it was just a deal, Michael would not agree to such a tiring thing.More importantly, he betrayed the 20-year brotherhood between them.

But if Michael were to actually go out and kill Swift, he couldn't do it.All his life Michael had been disliked by anyone, and the number of people who could barely get his approval could be counted on one hand.He'd been with Swift for so long, he couldn't kill his brother.

So Michael chose to play dumb. He avoided this chance to face to face, but he was really worried that Holt, an unscrupulous guy, would use some tricks that Swift couldn't parry, so he secretly hid behind the curtain and watched the scene situation above.At this moment, he was secretly anxious, after all, Swift was not an aristocrat, and he might not know the unspoken rules between them.Holt's move is literally slapping Swift in the face!

If they were really let go, then Swift would not have to mess around in the aristocratic circle.To be controlled by others in the nominally own territory—even if this other person is the Duke of the Empire, let him guide the direction of all topics and the process of the banquet, this is simply an act that can no longer be slapped in the face!

Michael, who was screaming wildly in his heart, heard Swift chuckle.The sound is really not loud, but it can still be heard clearly in the quiet hall where there are only the voices of drama actors packing their things.

"Your Excellency, why should this be so. Naturally, this place is not as prosperous as your Wen Erte, please forgive me if there is any dissatisfaction in the performance." As soon as Swift opened his mouth, the eyes that were originally on Holt changed All ran to him.Obviously he didn't do any other unnecessary movements, just sitting there looking down with a half-smile, but it made people feel an invisible sense of oppression.It makes people feel a little scared unconsciously, wanting to listen to his words.

The old king also noticed something, he didn't speak, but squinted his green eyes and looked around calmly, then picked up a glass of wine and took a small sip.By the way, she covered the corners of her mouth that could not be restrained.

John was not very interested in everything that happened in front of him, and kept his head buried in eating.It wasn't until Swift spoke that he raised his head slowly, looked at Swift thoughtfully for a while, wiped his mouth, and put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Esculli's food has a unique flavor." John's voice was as hoarse as rough gravel, and Holt, who was about to speak, closed his mouth unwillingly after John spoke.John opened his mouth, and his tendency was so obvious, what else could he say?Anyway, the topic of Jack has been brought over, so let's accept it when it's good.

"Uncle said so." After Holt signaled the performance to continue, he bent his mouth at Swift, who was in the first seat, and there seemed to be unusual emotions in his brown eyes.Then he returned to his seat and did not speak again.

"Continue with the banquet, everyone." The king said with a smile, then turned his head and chatted with Swift beside him in a low voice.

Fortunately, nothing.Michael heaved a sigh of relief, then turned his gaze to Jack who was somewhat dissatisfied, and sneered silently.

The author has something to say:

Some people say that writing is like giving birth to a baby.Some have a smooth delivery, and some have a difficult delivery.As for Li Zi's chapter... it's like giving birth to Nezha! ! ! !I’ve been stuck for two full days, and if IQ is not enough, don’t write something that requires IQ to solve an embarrassing situation with one sentence (slap yourself)

This is an update... Make up, uh, how many days has it been since?Forget it, I owe too many plums and I don't know QAQ anymore.In short, today is the last day I have free time, even if I skip to write about me... I have to write more QAQ, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

I can't write any more... Really.Obviously Li Zi originally wanted to write a brainless and cool article?Obviously at this time, if you directly attack a little golden man, he will be able to kill the Quartet! !Why... can't write it out ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I don't feel happy at all, it must not be my QAQ

I want to write a world, prison or something... hehe (come on, it's another subject that I can't write)