Honorary title of the system

Chapter 199

Men and women in all kinds of costumes entered this magnificent and majestic building in an endless stream. Looking at this mansion that looked like a ferocious monster, Plank took a deep breath and stepped in.

It's just that he didn't know whether he stepped into the City Lord's Mansion or... the Asura Field!

The boys who entered the banquet combed their hair neatly one by one, put on the clothes they thought were the most appropriate, showed their signature smiles, and greeted people they knew and did not know with a smile.

The girls wore the most elegant evening gowns, properly exposing their smooth backs, delicate shoulders, and thrilling, silky calves. On their long black and beautiful hair, they were dotted with various decorations. The beauty is like a princess in a fairy tale, gorgeous and incomparable.

For many nobles and wealthy merchants in the port of Kesovo, the annual banquet held by the city lord has become a place for them to communicate with each other and decide the marriage and future of the younger generation.

Plank was only wearing the most common linen clothes. He looked completely featureless and had nothing to do with being handsome. Although he could not be called ugly, he belonged to an existence that no one would notice in Lost Street. There is no aristocratic air in behavior, so no matter those men who are going to make friends with some big men, or girls who are investigating their future husbands, no one pays attention to Plank, and he is happy about it At ease; leisurely.

Although the dinner had not officially started yet, the table was filled with all kinds of food. The rich variety and unique styles surprised Plank. Naturally, he would not be polite at all.

Due to the differences in ingredients and condiments in the two worlds, although the cooking methods of this world are somewhat similar, they still have their own uniqueness.

Most of the wealthy businessmen and nobles around him only tasted the wine on the table. At most, they just picked up a few pastries and stuffed them into their mouths. However, Plank stuffed all kinds of food into his mouth without any appearance. , causing the people around him to pay frequent attention to him, with disgust in their eyes.

But for these looks of contempt, disgust, or disgust, Plank seemed to be completely invisible and was still enjoying all kinds of delicious food.

So during the banquet, such a strange phenomenon appeared. When Plank stayed in that area, the people nearby scattered away in disgust.

On the extremely elegantly arranged dining table, there is an exquisite round plate full of patterns, on which the golden and tender chicken legs are placed, exuding an irresistible and alluring aroma, upon smelling this aroma, Plank's palm feels Some stretched out unconsciously.

What surprised him was that this time, what he grabbed was not the golden and crispy chicken leg, but a fat palm.

When Plank looked up subconsciously, a pair of dark pupils were also looking at him in a daze.

The person he was holding was a boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Compared with ordinary boys, this boy's body was obviously much fatter. To be more precise, he should be much stronger.

The obese boy also had his face well combed, wearing a somewhat mature gentleman's dress, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Plank did not expect that there was such a boy here. The slightly bloated clothes on the obese boy had a somewhat funny feeling, which made him want to laugh unconsciously.

While Plank was sizing up the other party, the fat boy was also sizing up at him at the same time, his eyes kept rolling, wondering what he was thinking.

With the palm back, Plank coughed a few times, pretending to be extremely serious and said: "Little guy, it's not time to eat now, you should stay with the elders obediently at home."

"Tch, you're not like me." Hearing what Plank said, the fat boy rolled his eyes, and then said with some disdain.

"Besides, what are you doing with them? Do you want to play intrigue? Or become a puppet for their ridicule." After speaking, the boy suddenly raised his mouth and asked with a bit of irony.

"Oh, what do you mean, let's hear it." After listening to the boy's words, Plank suddenly became a little interested. From the other's words, he could hear the grievance inside, as if he was aggrieved for something .

"Hey, what's the use of telling you these things? Judging by your embarrassment, you probably don't like me in the family." The boy looked at Plank a few times, with a bit of a smile on his face. He said gloatingly, and then picked up the golden chicken leg with one palm and stuffed it into his mouth, regardless of the dripping soup on his clothes.

After hearing the boy's words, Plank could roughly guess what was going on. It is estimated that the boy was not taken seriously in the family, so he felt resentful.

He didn't comfort the other party either, he picked up a piece of golden chicken leg and handed it to the other party, and then he started to eat likewise.

"This is a guy from there, why is there no courtesy at all." A lady in a purple dress glanced at Plank and the fat boy eating, frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction.

The woman who spoke is not young, probably close to forty, but she is well maintained, her figure is slender, without the slightest sign of losing shape, the skin on her face is still delicate and white, like a girl's supple skin, breathing greedily The air, but the subtle wrinkles on the face cannot be erased, it seems to be telling the power of time.

Plain and silent, like water in a stream, flowing in a hurry but unable to stop it.

Hearing the woman's words, the eyes of the nobles and wealthy businessmen around them almost all fell on Plank and the fat boy, and there was a bit of disgust on everyone's face.

A woman in her twenties, with a rather mature appearance, also followed the people around her and turned her eyes. When she saw the fat boy in the field, the woman's face froze immediately, and then her delicate and beautiful face froze. Immediately there was an evil spirit on the ground.

"Captain Ander, that's the son of that fallen nobleman, why don't you pay attention to etiquette at all." While speaking, a sweet-looking woman leaned lightly on Ander's solid and generous chest, and then intentionally Unintentionally rubbing against the opponent's body with her snow-white towering chest.

Feeling the masculine aura on the other party, and thinking of such a bold action of her own, although the girl was born in a noble family and is much more mature than her peers, she still couldn't let go at this time, her face was flushed red, and her heart was even more so. "Plop, plop, plop" kept beating.

Girls like them who were born in aristocrats, although they have lived a much better life than ordinary people since childhood, for them, this is luck but also misfortune.

From the moment they were born, it meant that they did not have the right to pursue freedom and love. For these girls, the so-called love and marriage were nothing more than weights for family marriage. Once the family decided to cooperate with another family , whether these girls are willing or not, they must marry.

And Ander, who is handsome, young but has a heavy job, is naturally the object that many nobles and wealthy businessmen want to win over.

In fact, this sweet woman was not the only one surrounding Ander. In addition to her, there were more than a dozen girls who were either dignified and generous, innocent or charming, but the movements of these girls were all slow. After taking a moment, he saw the girl lying in Ander's arms like a lazy kitten. The eyes of the previously dignified women all turned cold at this moment, and their eyes were like cold poisonous needles. , and kept pricking the girl.

Following the girl's movements, a faint scent of fragrance hit Ander's nose directly. Sensing the other's small movements, Ander frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Seeing that the other party didn't show any repulsive behavior, the sweet girl was secretly happy, and then her whole body pressed closer.

Subconsciously looking in the direction the girl was pointing, Ander was a little stunned when he saw the extremely familiar body in the field.

The greasy palm is holding a roasted golden and crisp chicken leg, most of the meat on it has disappeared, and in the bowls and chopsticks beside it, there are dozens of chicken legs that have been gnawed clean. Bones gone.

Seeing Plank's behavior like this, Ander shook his head helplessly. Looking at the contempt in the eyes of the people around him, Ender moved gently, but with an extremely firm attitude, he pushed the sweet girl beside him away. Then he walked towards Plank.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the women all around showed a gleam of joy, and then looked at the sweet woman with a bit of schadenfreude.

His body was pulled, and Plank instinctively prepared to fight back, but when he caught a glimpse of Ander's gloomy face from the corner of his eye, he immediately lost his temper.

"Go and sit there obediently, the lord of the city will come out soon." Ender knocked Plank on the head angrily, and then said with a serious face.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the faces of the nobles and wealthy businessmen who had ridiculed Plank and the fat boy before also changed. They never thought that such a boy who seemed to be a fallen nobleman would be the captain of the guard army guarding the whole city. They met each other, and it seems that the relationship between the two is quite good.

The importance of the captain of the guard army is self-evident, and it is said that the lord of the city is very fond of Ander. With the favor of such a big man, Ander's future is naturally limitless, which is why so many girls gather around him. The reason beside.

The elders of these girls have long learned through various channels that the city lord favors the new captain of the guard, and facing such a fragrant bun, it is naturally impossible for these nobles to fight for it.

Those girls naturally paid attention to Ander wholeheartedly, but the rest of the nobles and wealthy businessmen unconsciously looked at that plain-looking figure. They never thought that it was such a shameless figure who didn't look aristocratic at all. The man actually has such a close relationship with Ender.

All of a sudden, many eyes fell on Plank, all guessing who he was, and even the fat boy beside him was scrutinized by everyone.

And after seeing the scene in front of her, the maturely dressed woman immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking the fat boy away, her eyes kept wandering between Ender, Plank and the fat boy, Seems to be thinking about something.

After being taught a lesson by Ender, Plank didn't dare to make any more moves and could only stay in his seat bored.

I don’t know how long this has passed, but there are noisy voices all around, and then a figure has arrived in the center of the field.The other person was wearing a black tiger skin dress, and his whole person exuded a domineering aura.

With the appearance of the city lord's figure, the sounds of conversation and fights all around stopped in unison, and the surroundings became quiet in an instant.

"Welcome everyone to the banquet hosted by me—Carimund, then, without further ado, please enjoy the carnival." As soon as his words fell, the performers around him played The style of the music has also changed, from the original quiet and peaceful to crazy metal punk in an instant.

But at this moment, a crazy and unbelievable voice suddenly sounded: "Karimonde, I have a request, I wonder if you can agree."

The surrounding music stopped abruptly.

Everyone knows the name of the city lord, but there are not many people in the entire Kesovo port who are qualified to call the other party's name directly.

Following the words that came from nowhere, the lively and cheerful atmosphere suddenly disappeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to suddenly drop to freezing point, and deathly silence enveloped the entire banquet.

The people around all looked at the figure who spoke with astonishment, astonishment, and disbelief.

The one who spoke was a seemingly inconspicuous man. Before that, the man had been drinking by himself, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Who would have thought that the other party would dare to call this lion's name directly, how dare he...

The port of Kesovo has been quiet for more than 20 years. Since the great army came to this city with a letter of appointment engraved with a long sword and the sun, in the past 20 years, although various disputes have continued, However, there have been no major changes in the port of Kesovo.

Carimund is like a lion, entrenched in the port of Kesowo, deterring all enemies, whether it is the powerful enemies in the front, or the ghostly phantom hidden in the dark.

Faced with all kinds of eyes around him, the man accepted it calmly, continued to smile and said: "Karimonde, you have controlled the port of Kesowo for too long, and it is time to step down."

"New year, new weather, I think, you should give up the position of city lord, and let us Sorcerer God Sect take a seat."

(End of this chapter)