[Future] Night Wolf

"Hey, you, there is a gentleman in room 305 on the third floor who said that there is something wrong with the shower in their bathroom. You can take someone to have a look." The majestic lobby manager called the waiter on the side and ordered.He was a little annoyed, he didn't understand why such a trivial matter was transferred to his line, did all the people at the front desk die?You must know that he has an important responsibility now, because the guests who will be received tonight make him, an old employee who has worked in the hotel for nearly 30 years, feel very honored.After sorting out his emotions a bit, he smoothed his frock coat from top to bottom with his hands again, and continued to walk steadily towards the corridor leading to the reception.

This hotel located in Kuliman, the capital of Kurrid, has a long history. Not only is the exterior elegant, but the interior decoration is also antique. There are crystal chandeliers inlaid with gold on the high ceiling, and there are hangings on both sides of the corridor. Portraits of medieval figures on the ancient earth, a dark red velvet carpet on the parquet floor, extending to the oak door at the end.

Ancient, noble, people can't help but think of such words when walking in such a corridor. This may be one of the reasons why the organizers of this ball chose this place, because their sense of superiority deeply ingrained in their blood is always It will make them unconsciously resonate with such things.

Raising his hand to look at his watch, the manager straightened his clothes again.Baron Beckmann's dislike of being interrupted by hotel staff at his private receptions is well known in the industry.But out of politeness and the rules of the hotel staff, this greeting was still necessary. The manager came here a little after the ball was just out of caution. I hope the Baron is in a good mood at the moment.

The waiter by the door helped him open the heavy door, and the warm atmosphere in the venue was suddenly accompanied by the sound of flying strings. The smell of tobacco, perfume, champagne and various fruit dishes had already made people feel uncomfortable. The air in the room is a bit mixed, even the latest photon air purifier can't take care of every corner here, God knows what the smell will be like in three hours.

Baron Beckman was being surrounded by a group of people discussing various high-society topics, such as stocks, horse betting, investment, charity, and the like, which seemed to be a tradition inherited from the high-society of the ancient continent.And his most precious little daughter, Lisa, was by his side at the moment, lowering her head and shaking a goblet in her hand, her occasional smile was already the bottom line of her politeness.The endless small talk has already bored her, and more importantly, the person she is waiting for has not yet come.

Just as she took the cloak and ran to the terrace to breathe, there was a commotion at the gate.

A young man walked into the hall calmly, with short brown hair neatly combed back, a pair of pure blue eyes sunk down on his smooth forehead, sharp eyes and a smile on his mouth, giving the overall impression of being shrewd and personable; he wore a suit today. The squirrel fur collar is low-key and luxurious, and with black sheepskin gloves, it gives people a sense of abstinence; and the most eye-catching thing is the strong pure white wolfhound that came in behind him—the crowd just now Most of the exclamation that burst out in the middle of the night was because of it.

However, just after the commotion, another wave of greater commotion rang out, and someone covered their mouths and whispered, "Oh my god, that's a wolf!"

A few beauties glanced disdainfully at the ignorant country girls, and walked up to greet the wolf master familiarly. "You're late, Chris." Monica, who was the first to snatch the seat next to the man, took his arm with unconcealed pride, and gave him a resounding kiss on the cheek, "What? When do you want me to get on your new plane?"

This alternative young man with a wolf is Christian Hoffmann, one of the hottest young violinists in the Babel Empire today.

"Chris, your face is always so pleasing to the eye." After the beauty, he got another compliment from a male friend. Christian nodded slightly to the acquaintance, took off his coat and handed it to the black servant Lansa behind him.

He is not a pure-blood Kulrid, his father is from the Kulrid royal family, and his mother is an ordinary woman from the neighboring country Sarn.Therefore, although he has the blue irises that are the iconic blue irises of the Kurrids, he does not have the same pointed ears as them; and half of the oriental temperament in his blood is like a layer of light mist, softening his overly sharp heroism. Quite right, it caters to Baren's mysterious cognition of the ancient oriental continent, so that he can always keep a sense of freshness in front of the picky and easy-to-lose crowd in the upper class.

However, this mixed-race violinist with only half blood is a rare true nobleman recognized by almost everyone in the upper circles of Courrid. His various legendary experiences made him a well-deserved popular lover, even though he did not have the nominal title of nobility like Baron Beckmann.

For example, the wolf next to him - of course, this behavior of leading a wolf has been complained by many people at the beginning, but some rich people are freaks, not to mention this kind of wild stimulation It is what these boring people with money and leisure desire most, so many people specially invite them to the party, not to mention that the host's personality is also first-class, and those who are not afraid of death will naturally follow. After a long time, people in the circle It's not surprising that this pair of alternative combinations.

Another example is the butler next to him—it is nothing new to have servants in the upper class, but the difference with his black-skinned butler is that this is Bushte, who was rescued by Chris’s yacht when he was playing at sea one year. refugee.At that time, he wanted to smuggle to Kurreed by boat, but he didn't want the boat to run aground on the sea halfway, and everyone else drowned. He survived for several days with a little water skills.Possibly by the grace of Goddess of Luck, he encountered Christian's ship when he was dying.

The kind master Chris not only rescued him, but also took him back to Kurreed for the first time, and even gave him full trust and let him be his butler.The entire upper-class circle talked about his feat for half a year, and the women looked at him with more fascinated and enthusiastic eyes-needless to say, his team of suitors has also grown stronger since then.

A suave and suave middle-aged man handed over a small box from the crowd, but his little finger slid across his palm intentionally or unintentionally, and his fiery gaze chased him even more nakedly.

"What is this?" Chris asked with a smile. The other party took a step forward. The cologne wrapped in the smell of smoke was strong and domineering. "A little thing."

"This is not good, Mr. Frank, this is not my birthday party."

The other party smiled while biting his cigar, "Everyone knows that the pursuit of Chris cannot be divided into time and place. This is a little thing I brought back from Ilandon last week. If it is a birthday present, then you are laughing at me." .”

In the entire Babel Empire, real artists are very sought after, not to mention that Chris has such a strong personal charm. He manages it himself and outsiders post it. In just a few years, he is already half a rich man. Women stare at him. Looking at him, rich people who are richer than him are also staring at him. Those who send diamond watches, sports cars and mansions can line up from the door of his house to the sea outside Kurreid. It's a pity that they are real upper class people and don't care This kind of vulgar thing, not to mention that he himself has such a thing.

"Hey~" Monica snuggled up beside him, picking the buttons on his silver-gray simple suit with her bright red fingernails in dissatisfaction, "You people, do you understand the order?"

Chris smiled, "Sorry honey, what did you just say?"

The woman poked his chest and tilted her head with a sweet smile: "Champagne is available in the East District."

"Aren't you talking about the plane?"

"Hateful, you clearly remember!"

Chris laughed and put his arms around her slender waist and walked towards the dining area, "How could I miss what you said? Didn't you get on the plane a long time ago?" With a hook on her chin, the beauty immediately made a coquettish voice, "Damn it! I mean the plane parked on the roof of your house!"

"Baby, my driving skills are too bad."

"Don't lie, haven't you gone out and flown several times? I don't care, I will be the first person to board your plane!"

"But if you sit next to me, I won't be able to see the route."

"why?"

"Because my eyes are all on you~"

While flirting, he habitually observes the layout of the hall. His excellent professional knowledge and years of actual combat experience have forged his eyes into a pair of scopes. Where is the entrance and where is the exit? Where is the emergency evacuation channel? Where is the commanding height, where is the blind spot, with a light sweep of the eye, the brain automatically reports the data.The aiming cross quickly locked on the target - a black-haired man standing in a corner deliberately avoiding the crowd.

snort.There was an imperceptible sneer on the thin lips, and a hint of amber reflected in the blue iris, as if seeing a large carnivorous cat prey.

He put two pieces of prime steak on the plate, turned around and smiled apologetically at Monica, "I'll go out for a while."

Monica knew that Christian's wolf would not eat when there were people around, so she wanted to play a good role as a well-behaved and considerate sweetheart, so she kissed him on the cheek, "When you come in later, look for me first! "

Passing through layers of crowds, I saw a fancy-dressed man with a moustache speaking a half-baked Esperanto apologizing to the target person, as if he accidentally spilled his wine, but Chris didn’t stop at his feet, and walked with him along the way. His wolf came to the empty terrace.At the beginning of the new year, the outdoor temperature was still very low, and the cold night wind blowing on his face made him feel refreshed.While trying to fill his chest with fresh and cold air, he continued to monitor the voices from the room through the tiny headset.

The man who made the mistake had already asked the waiter for a towel, wiped the other person's shoes himself, and said, "Sir, I am an art dealer in Friedham, would you like to buy a landscape painting to decorate your What about your office?"

"Target positioning complete." At this time, another cold voice cut in.

However, this is a Saan language.

Then came a woman's voice, "Boss, I'm getting impatient."

This is another Saan language.

With a low smile, he spoke in Saen's native language fluently: "Honey, wait another 10 minutes."

The other party giggled, "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If you are a woman, you can call it that. I won't accept that."

Chris continued, "Well, it was my fault for keeping the beauty waiting. Actually, you may not be needed today. Maybe you can wait in the car, warmer than the roof."

This time, the other party didn't speak any more, just smiled lightly.

At this time, the voice of the Friedham art dealer came again, but it was also pure Saen's words, "Boss, the mouse has been chattering in my ears, saying that he is overqualified for me as a driver."

"Both of you have completed your tasks, you can go back."

"If I go back like this, even that kid will beat me up, don't hurt me."

The woman said again just now, "Don't be stupid, none of us will move until you leave."

After drinking the last sip of champagne, Christian smiled silently, turned around and walked into the room.

The author has something to say: See the cover for a one-inch photo of the big baby (>^ω^<)