Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Although this investigation did not yield any results, the Viscount did not give up easily.

The next day, he sent invitations to nearby celebrities to hold a ball.

Among his invitees was Christian Dior.

Dio looked at the invitation and fell into deep thought.

The previous sudden attack by the Viscount had proved that the other party had seen something fishy. Now he invites himself blatantly. I'm afraid there's some trap here.

However, missionary work is now gaining momentum. He doesn't want to give up here easily.

So, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the dance.

Dior, wearing a large black monk's uniform, slowly arrived at the ball. His followers were not on the list, so they were blocked.

The moment Dior entered the scene, he released his golden meteor to explore around.

Sure enough, he found many warriors wearing visors in a small side hall.

These warriors don't look like security guards, but like assassins.

Dio sighed, knowing that he was most likely going to suffer.

At this time, the top leader of the banquet, the Viscount, appeared.

The Viscount came to Dior's side condescendingly. He had a certain royal bloodline, so he was nearly two meters tall.

He held the wine glass and looked Dior up and down.

After Dior's transformation, his face looks very ordinary, except that his hair is black and red. However, Dior's pale golden eyes gave him a mysterious and sacred feeling.

"Brother Dio, I've really admired your name for a long time." The Viscount said in a frivolous tone.

"Lord Viscount, thank you for your invitation. This makes me feel honored." Dio said politely.

"Haha, please come inside! There are many ladies waiting for you there." The Viscount said in an incomprehensible tone.

Dio bowed, already feeling the hostility of the viscount in his heart.

But this hostility was different from what he thought. It's more like jealousy.

"Huh? Didn't the Viscount find out that I'm a heretic?" Dio breathed a sigh of relief.

Dior came to the center of the ball and instantly attracted countless ladies.

They came running over, vying to dance with Mr. Dior.

Dior's popularity made the men around him secretly grit their teeth.

The original intention of this ball was a blind date meeting. After all, there were many knight wives who needed to find their new husbands.

Therefore, many young talents come here to show off their talents at the dance.

But before they could show off their charm, the ladies all gathered around Dior.

In this way, they developed a deep jealousy towards Dior.

"Damn it! That guy looks average. He has neither extraordinary strength nor amazing talent. Why does he get the favor of the ladies?"

"Isn't it because he has some unique strengths?"

"Pfft!" The men around him laughed softly.

"There are so many wives, it's impossible for him to take care of them. That guy is so selfish, and I don't like them very much."

"..."

Dior, who was surrounded by ladies, felt a little dizzy. It's just that the ladies are too enthusiastic.

For a time, Dior became the focus of everyone. And many ladies who have heard of Dior's name but have not really understood it are also very curious about Dior.

Their eager eyes make their partners feel very hurt.

"Damn it!" A knight saw his wife's eyes drifting to Dio from time to time, but when facing him, he looked absent-minded. This made the knight furious.

He shouted rudely: "Dio! I want to duel with you!"

The knight's wife was startled and tried to stop her husband, but it was too late.

This roar made the scene quiet.

The Viscount was stunned for a moment, then showed an interesting smile. This would save him the trouble.

Dio in the crowd showed a look of astonishment. He pushed aside the ladies and walked up to the knight.

"Sir, do we have anything to celebrate?" Dio asked politely.

"Hmph! I just can't stand the way you look so confident after doing something shameful!" The knight took off his white gloves and threw them to Dio's face.

Dio caught the glove blankly. He had heard about noble duels, but he didn't understand what the process was.

His act of catching the glove made the crowd around him gasp in surprise.

The only way to refuse a challenge is to have the opponent's gloves thrown in your face. This is considered a civilized way of slapping someone in the face.

In this way, the challenger's anger dissipated. He would not continue to challenge.

But Dior didn't know this rule at all. His act of reaching out to catch the glove was an acceptance of this challenge.

"Haha, how brave!" The knight sneered. "Are you going to choose a full-arms fight or a no-armor competition?"

Dio's face showed a look of confusion again. However, he knew that he did not have armor, so he could only say: "No armor... Huh? Wait! I have no idea of ​​accepting the challenge!"

"Haha, now that you have caught my glove, show off your manly courage. Don't let me think you are a courageous rat!" the knight said coldly.

And the ladies were chattering and quarreling. They tried to use their reputation to force the knight to give up the challenge.

But the knight was unmoved.

At this time, the Viscount also stepped forward.

"Haha, I deeply regret the conflict between the two of you. However, since both parties have reached a challenge ceremony, we have no right to stop this sacred duel." The Viscount said with a smile.

"This..." Dio had a troubled look on his face. He is not afraid of the knight's force. But he was afraid of becoming enemies with the entire upper class of men. His mission would be greatly hindered.

Until now, he could clearly feel that all the men present were hostile to him.

While Dio was thinking, the Viscount involuntarily asked his men to pull Dio to the arena in the courtyard.

This arena is usually used to watch hybrids fight. And now, it can be used as a duel venue.

The Viscount even kindly provided Dio with a rapier.

"Haha, come on! My partner!" the Viscount encouraged with a smile. But in fact, he no longer intends to let Dior hang out in the upper class.

Even if he wins this duel, there will be other duels waiting for him.

And many experienced ladies also reacted. This is a common method of suppression used by nobles, but I didn't expect it to be used on Dior.

The easiest way to face this challenge is to sit back and endure it. But this will not only hurt the hidden ninja's heart, but also ruin his reputation among the upper-class nobles.

The men onlookers showed expressions of gloating. But soon, their smiles froze on their faces.

"Brother Dior! It doesn't matter even if you give up! We will always support you!" the ladies shouted.

Hearing the support from the ladies, the faces of the male crowd around him became ugly.

"What's so charming about that boy! That he can make the ladies tolerate him so much!"

"Damn it! How did he do it? Can you teach me?" Many young people have a faint admiration for Dior.

"Shut up!" the elders yelled.

"Oh……"