After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

"You..." Linton hesitated to speak, but he still didn't take the initiative to poke at the strangeness of the other party's performance. He frowned and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, where are my earrings?"

He thought about it, and felt that now was not a good time to poke it.

It's not just that the two of them are too close - although this is important enough, after all, the two are so close that "Anlan" can use magic to attack him at any time.

Another point is that for some reason, this "Anlan" seems to be very eager to talk. Although he can't be sure whether what the other party said is true or not, it is also a good thing to get a little more information.

Therefore, Linton just chose to tilt his head back, avoiding "Anlan"'s fingers, and began to subconsciously find excuses for himself: "Speaking of which, what did you bring when you just came in? "

As soon as he finished asking this question, Linton regretted and wanted to see the god of death.

I don't know anything else, but Linton saw clearly what the other party was holding in his hand when he just came in, and even made complaints about it crazily!

Sure enough, he saw "Anlan" let out a low laugh with the corners of his mouth bent, as if he was amused by Linton's exaggerated reaction.

"What's wrong? Can I still eat you?"

...I don't think you will eat me, I think you will kill me.

"However, for the sake of your sensitivity, let's pay attention to the clothes I just brought in."

Linton's face gradually turned black.

no i don't want to...

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It's a dance party with a reason and variety.

In addition to appeasing the passers-by who temporarily lived in the city, the city lord also hoped that through this ball, he could get as many little shelters from the family as possible so that he could continue to develop despite the ups and downs.

And some passing aristocrats with high status probably just want to enjoy the environment of feasting, feasting, and luxury, and if possible, they will go to bed together with a beautiful courtesan.

Because of the last factor, the lights of the dance venue are naturally dim.Even though magic lamps have swept across the entire continent, it does not prevent some people from specially adjusting the output of magic power and reducing the intensity of light to artificially create a dim world with flickering candles.

Just passing by the city and preparing to enter the forest, Martin Bissi is also a child of the Bissi family with orc blood who just started training this year. Standing on the outer circle of the ball center, Martin Bissie is showing his favor to the city lord of the city. Minimize your presence as much as possible.

Holding the pure gold wine glass brought from his family in his hand, he gently shook the amber wine inside for a while.Lifting this gold cup with his hand, Martin looked at the beautiful pattern carved out of gold, and smacked his mouth, but his eyes were projected into a certain person at the dance scene through the image reflected by this cup of wine. in the little corner.

Many aristocrats in this world are like real western aristocrats, they have no morals, and all kinds of cheating with green hats are very common.For a relatively large dance party like now, some small corners supported by various things will be specially prepared for those who have an affair to "enjoy".This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!Page 1/Total 3 pages

Martin is noncommittal about this kind of small gesture, and he occasionally experiences these special little corners, but most of the time, with his special status, he can basically get a room at the host's house at the ball, and there is no such thing as a big crowd. It's necessary.

After all, although the race of orcs is not very popular in this era, due to their natural strength, "humans with orc blood" are the objects of favor of many small and medium forces.

With such an identity background, Martin is also very picky when it comes to choosing prey.

Because the town is not big, Martin actually didn't have much expectation for this dance. He mostly played with the cup in his hand, and occasionally glanced casually at the door.

Until his keen ears suddenly noticed a brief silence in the voice from the direction of the door.

Looking fiercely at the door with narrow eyes, Martin raised his brows quickly, his face full of interest.

A pair of very good-looking twins stood at the door.

It is the most beautiful blonde with blue eyes in many people's aesthetics. It has a weak temperament and a weak body. It has a slender beauty.

The boy standing on the right has blond hair tied in the front right, wearing a white robe, with a somewhat thin figure and drooping sparkling blue pupils. The feeling of breaking the beautiful illusion.

And the boy standing on the left has light blond hair tied in the front right. He is dressed in gothic men's clothing, but the color is a strange black and white color scheme. There is an intellectual atmosphere in his movements.

The boy on the right is smiling a little alienatedly, while the boy on the left is expressionless, and the two of them don't seem to be very easy to get along with.

Martin couldn't help rubbing the cup in his hand with his fingers, his eyes were full of the desire to get the prey after he found it.

Really interesting twins, I think it might be very interesting when I think about it.

A black light flashed in his eyes, and Martin couldn't help but licked the corner of his mouth, revealing two sharp teeth.

These two people are really good in terms of appearance and temperament, so good that he began to dislike the descendant of the blood clan he liked a while ago.

Probably only the upper-class nobles of the blood clan have such a gesture...

"Go, find out the origins of these two people." Martin whispered a few words to the attendant beside him, and reluctantly looked away.

If it's someone who is inconvenient to provoke, then you can only use methods from other directions. Can people be aware of their intentions directly at the ball.

"Yes..." The attendant beside him responded in a low voice, and walked carefully to the door.

He is a descendant of the orcs of the Rat Clan, and he can barely mobilize the surrounding rats. Coupled with his young master's status and status, he can use the right to speak, so there is no need to worry that the detectives will not be able to identify the identities of the two people.

On the other side, when he just entered the arena, the pupils of "Anlan" flickered, with a gloomy malice visible to the naked eye.This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!Page 2/Total 3 pages

Linton keenly sensed that the atmosphere was not right: "What's wrong?"

At the same time, the young alchemist seemed to sense malicious sights coming from his surroundings. He remained the same as before, but his pupils moved quietly, trying to figure out where this strange sight came from. here.

"Anlan" shook his head with a smile, and stretched out his hand calmly to cover Linton's eyes for a moment: "It's nothing, it's just a small matter, just leave it to me."

...According to what I'm aware of in your situation, there are no small things in what you said.

Linton, who had already made up his mind to observe the other party carefully, sighed and said nothing.

However, he had already caught the source of that malicious gaze.

Raising his head, he glanced in that direction quickly from the corner of his eye, and Linton frowned subconsciously.

He didn't know this person, but before attending the dance, Iverson had reminded them both: narrow red eyes, dark golden hair, he looked a bit like a vampire, but there was a sneaky person behind him. housekeeper.

This should be what Iverson mentioned before. He looks very similar to a vampire, but in fact he is a human with the blood of a snake-like orc.

Linton had heard the jokes of this Martin and another vampire count.

It is said that the earl got drunk with wine one day, and casually gave a good-looking servant the first embrace.The servant took advantage of the chaos to escape, and somehow got mixed up with this Martin Bissie.Feeling that he was wearing a cuckold, the earl hurried over while still drinking, glanced at the servant, then at Martin, and kissed Martin on the mouth——

It is said that it is a vampire who thinks this snake is more important than ordinary vampires.

However, what is more tragic is that according to legend, Martin's mother crawled out from under the bed at the scene of the tragedy that day, and there was also an earl's marquis father in the cabinet, which was a typical large-scale cuckold scene.

This scene in the rumors is also regarded as a typical representative scene of the lack of morals of the blood race and the orc and human race, and it is specially used to promote their irrationality and disorder.

Of course, it’s fine to listen to this kind of gossip, you only need to understand the most obvious persona of the other party in the rumors.

"That's Martin Bissie..." Linton just had this thought flashed through his mind, when he heard the voice of "Anlan" in his ear.

Linton nodded: "Well, I've heard of a person, but with his means, there should be no way to hurt our people."

This is something he is very confident in. None of the four people in their dormitory is easy to get along with, and the low-level tossing like before is absolutely useless.

"That is to say, if the other party is not going to do anything but just use their eyes to moles you, you are also going to do nothing?" Anlan, who didn't know if it was true or not, had black air all over his face. , his expression was gloomy from beginning to end, with displeasure written all over his face.

obscene?

This word made Linton open his mouth hesitantly, but finally said nothing.

Although Linton would like to say that although this is not a particularly small matter, it is just too troublesome and time-consuming to deal with. Anyway, it is impossible to get in touch with them again if they go far away, and it is meaningless at all.

But in the end he still didn't say it.

Because, Linton felt that the fake Ann Lane around him seemed to be about to come out and do something big.