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"You are welcome here."

When His Majesty the Emperor spoke the first words, the crowd gradually quieted down. Where he passed by, the men took off their hats and bowed one after another, while the ladies raised their skirts to perform court salutes.

"Before we have a carnival, I have to say a few words. This may be a bit unpleasant." Francis II said, "As we all know, not long ago, La Serena, an important border city of the Garter Empire, fell. It's a disgrace to the Empire."

His Majesty the Emperor was very majestic when he was unsmiling, which made the originally peaceful banquet suddenly solemn. The orchestra in charge of the performance also stopped long ago, and only the voice of Francis II echoed in the huge palace.

Even if some people don't think so, they can only show a look of all ears at this time.

"Now, the undead have become the greatest threat to human beings. Perhaps the next target of the undead is the city of Saint-Mar. The empire shouldn't hold a banquet at this time, but there are reasons why it cannot be held now."

"Because tonight! I want to introduce you grandly. The one standing beside me is the protagonist of today's banquet——Edward Chris Sfleet Gabriel, my brother, Prince Felton!"

There was an uproar among the crowd, and even the old John who was standing beside Yannick said "Oh my God" in a low voice.

Without waiting for Yannick to ask, Old John automatically explained to him: "Felton is the richest place in the empire. His Majesty the Emperor made it the fief of His Excellency Chris, and he must be very valuable to him!"

Yannick asked: "There seems to be an extra surname in his name?"

Old John said: "Yes, Gapinlin is the surname of the imperial family. His Excellency Chris was not recognized by the royal family before, so he cannot be crowned with this surname."

Yannick: "Didn't you say that the obstruction of the House of Elders made it impossible for His Excellency Chris to have a legal identity?"

Old John shrugged: "Who knows the thoughts of those nobles! Maybe His Majesty the Emperor used some method to make the people in the House of Elders have to agree!"

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, may I ask if your Excellency Chris's title has been approved by the House of Elders?" Amidst the noise, someone made an untimely voice. The question was exactly the same as what Yannick asked Old John just now, but Yannick asked in private Asking, he is openly questioning the emperor, which means quite different.

But he asked out the doubts in everyone's mind.

Just by looking at the expressions of those nobles, Yanick knew that most of them actually didn't take the emperor's sudden conferment of title very seriously.

Displeasure was evident on Francis II's face, but he still answered the nobleman's question.

"Yes, the Council of Elders has passed it, Marquis Alpha, are you questioning me as an emperor who would openly violate the laws of the Garter Empire?"

"No, that's not what I meant." The marquis bowed without fear, "As we all know, His Excellency Chris is the child of a prostitute. I just think that such an award will insult the royal family's reputation."

His words caused a low snicker. Due to the majesty of the emperor, everyone didn't dare to laugh out loud, but their mocking eyes had already turned to Chris who was standing beside the emperor.

As the protagonist of the incident, Chris remained calm from the beginning to the end, neither happy nor angry, as if he was not the one everyone was talking about, and he was not uncomfortable because of it.

He didn't wear a standard noble robe, but was still wearing an ordinary black robe. Except for the high quality material, there was no emblem on it, and no one even knew that it was a mage's magic robe. robe.

At this moment, His Majesty Emperor Francis II showed the authority that an emperor should have. He darkened his face and said coldly: "Are you insulting the emperor's brother, a prince? Marquis Alpha, I think this Dinner parties aren't for you anymore."

As His Majesty's voice fell, guards soon stepped forward to set up the unlucky nobleman who had become a young bird, and dragged him out amidst his yelling.

The scene became much quieter in an instant. This is not a elder's house, and they took pleasure in rejecting the emperor's proposal. To be honest, everyone came here to have fun. Outside of the Marquis whose mouth is faster than his brain.

"Then tonight, I allow you to temporarily forget all your troubles, indulge in the joy of the banquet, and toast to our honorable Prince Felton!"

When the emperor gave the order, everyone also raised their glasses sparsely and said some toasts. Of course, some of them were active and began to think about how to get close to the new prince.

Aphra and Dantonio were stunned for a long time. When they were in Earl Marin's mansion, because they were incompatible with the topics of the noble ladies, they did not continue to participate in the tea party except for the first day. I didn't know that Chris had such a powerful life experience.

The emperor's brother, the freshly baked Prince Felton, and the son of a whore.

Putting together several titles with a clear sense of disobedience, the impact is undoubtedly very strong, and the two of them have not recovered until now.

"This is really..." Old John was also muttering something, but Yannick couldn't hear it clearly.

"You don't seem to agree with that either?" he asked.

Old John waved his hands again and again, "It's not my turn to agree or disagree. I just think that the House of Elders is so strict. If His Excellency Chris has no strength, even if His Majesty makes him a prince, he may still be ridiculed and discussed by others. .”

"He won't care about these." Yannick smiled.

"It seems that your friendship with him should be very good, otherwise he would not send you an invitation." Old John complimented, and then said: "Actually, the background of your Excellency Chris is nothing to us common people. , but those nobles will definitely think this is a laughing stock, you see how hypocritical they laugh!"

Old John took the opportunity to stomp those noble gentlemen whom he had long disliked.

With the old John's introduction before and the reaction of the nobles present, Yannick really realized that Chris was indeed not welcomed by the noble class, and almost the entire imperial capital, no, the entire empire knew about him. Born, and take it as a joke.

So Chris, how did he survive these bleak years, endure these gossips, and become a powerful mage?

The silver-haired priest was a little lost in thought amidst Old John's gossip, and he didn't even notice that there was an extra person beside him.

"what are you doing here?"

Old John was talking vigorously, turned his head suddenly, and found that the protagonist of the gossip was standing behind him, and almost suffered a cardiac arrest from fright.

"K, Ke, Chris, Your Excellency!!" Old John's expression suddenly became messy, and he couldn't even speak well.

Chris didn't even look at him, only the silver-haired priest in his eyes.

"Oh, Your Royal Highness, forgive me for being rude." Yannick smiled half a smile, but it was not surprising.

"That's just France's little trick." Chris's face was obviously disapproving.

I don't know what expression His Majesty the Emperor will have when he hears his younger brother call everything he has painstakingly prepared a trick.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Old John hurriedly said hello and ran away. Although he really wanted to get in touch with the nobleman, God knows that he was terrified when he saw Lord Chris's cold face.

"I asked the housekeeper to pick you up, why didn't you go?" Chris was satisfied with his sensible departure.

"At that time, I had promised Sophia to go to her house, and I couldn't break my promise." The silver-haired priest shrugged, and his frivolous movements looked very good to him.

The mage in black pursed his lips, not hiding the dark light in his eyes. "And now?"

Now?

Sensing the danger, the silver-haired priest subconsciously wanted to back away, but his wrist was already firmly grasped.

The other party pulled him in with unquestionable strength.

Yannick was secretly annoyed that the sense of accomplishment he had just gotten from the archbishop in red not long ago was defeated again in front of this mage who was as strong as a swordsman.

This place was originally a remote corner, and the heavy curtains hung down long to the ground, layer after layer, and with the wind blowing in from the window, the curtains fluctuated from time to time, making this place a blind spot.

"What do you want to do... um!"

Before he could react, his lips were already covered.

The other party's kiss was extremely aggressive. First, he bit Yannick hard, and when he felt the pain, he subconsciously opened his mouth, and his tongue drove straight in without mercy.

Both wrists of the silver-haired priest were firmly grasped and turned backwards - the black-clothed mage only used one hand.

Of course, the other hand has more important tasks.

His tongue was sucked hard, and suddenly it felt a little numb. The silver-haired priest raised his chin reflexively, exposing his defenseless Adam's apple.

"Hmm... um... let go!" The priest kept twisting, but in the end he just sent his body into the opponent's arms, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

What was even more frightening was that the lower bodies of the two were tightly pressed against each other, and he could already feel the fiery hardness of the other pressing against his lower abdomen.

This feeling sucks!

Gorgeous dance music and the sound of toasting toasts obscured the movement behind the curtain. On the one hand, the priest was worried about being discovered, and on the other hand, he was half-forced and half-provocatively teased by the mage in black to react.

The black-clothed mage let go of him slightly, and it was not difficult to see the intensity of the intensity just now from the priest's swollen lips and the involved silver threads, but before the priest could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that the buttons on his robe were being pressed one by one. untie.

"...Are you crazy, Chris!" He lowered his voice and struggled, but just in time for the other party to squeeze into his legs, the priest was forced to arch his body slightly, and the other party's hot erection was fixed behind the cloth hole location.

The silver-haired priest's entire body stiffened immediately.

"Don't mess around... here, not here!" Panting for breath, he tried to arouse the conscience of the lost lamb and let him rein in the precipice.

The buttons were unbuttoned one by one, followed by the belt. The priest had no way to retreat. The lower body could only sit by the window, while the upper body hung out. The curtain outlined his figure. Looking around, it's not hard to imagine what happened.

"Ah!" The priest's body trembled suddenly, and he looked at his legs in disbelief. The black-clothed mage was taking the half-upright organ into his mouth, hesitating and playing with it. It has become completely hard.

"No, no, Chris, stop, stop..." On one side is desire, on the other side is reason, from scolding to murmuring and forbearing moaning, as the head shakes, the long tresses of hair follow Ripples with silver luster like moonlight.

The black-clothed mage finally let go of the silver-haired priest's hand, which was no longer needed. The priest spontaneously grabbed his hair, his robe was slightly open, his legs were wide open, his eyes were moist and misty, and his lips were red and swollen slightly parted. , repressed panting, weekday abstinence completely turned into debauchery and charm.

The other hand that was free, the mage was not idle, directly stretched to the tightly closed place behind, touched the wet fingers in the front and slowly rubbed it into the mouth, taking advantage of the priest's front to be played wantonly But the opportunity of being powerless to resist worked hard to open up, and soon changed from one finger to three fingers.

"Eat so fast." The mage in black said something unimaginable with a paralyzed face and an academic tone. "The book says that foreplay should take at least half an hour, but now it's less than five minutes. It seems that your constitution is naturally sensitive."

"...You bastard!" The priest narrowed his eyes and scolded through gritted teeth.

"Your body doesn't say that." The back acupoints wrapped around his fingers began to adapt to the volume of the three fingers, and he began to take a sip. The mage moved tentatively, and could even feel the following from the other party's body. Trembling violently.

"Your Majesty the Emperor is still outside! There are so many nobles... They all came to your banquet!" The confusion of sanity made the corners of the priest's eyes red, and his speech was a bit intermittent. "If they find out...More, they won't accept you!"

"That's just Frans' own opinion. Whether those people accept it or not has nothing to do with me, but you," the mage leaned closer to him, looking straight into his pair of blue eyes that seemed to be filled with lake water at the moment. "You're making love to the whore's son."

He paused, bit his earlobe in a slower and deeper tone, and said, "The whore's son wants to fuck you."

In the tone of voice, there seemed to be such an imperceptible weakness hidden.

The priest's body was stiff for a moment, and then he relaxed slowly, and replied in a lazy tone: "Come on, Chris, in my eyes, you are a mage, that's all. Oh of course, in the future you will be a magician." Your Royal Highness is here, do you mind giving me a hug if you split your thighs?"

The mage in black blinked, with a serious face: "Your reaction is not the same as in the book."

Article [-] of the Pursuit Code: Don’t always be tough. A proper self-deprecation of one party can attract the sympathy of the other party, and make him love you from pity.

Priest: "..."

I'm kind enough to comfort you, but you're actually pretending? !Sure enough, it was just an illusion that this person would feel sad amidst the ridicule of the entire imperial capital just now!People like him deserve to be laughed at!

Seemingly seeing that his eyes were not good, the black-clothed mage quickly reawakened the priest's obsession with desire with the skills in his hands. His slender fingers continued to move in and out slowly, rubbing against a sensitive place in the depths from time to time, in exchange for the priest to hold on tightly. His clothes, two legs subconsciously clamped his fingers, and the mage's own desire was rubbing back and forth on the other's thighs, the priest was almost burned out by him.

"Chris, you bastard!" The last word even had a high-pitched weeping sound. Fortunately, the music outside just happened to reach its climax at this time, which perfectly covered the movement of the priest.

"It is said in the book that women like duplicity, and it seems that men are the same." The voice of the mage in black was very innocent and serious, but his movements were completely out of line with the seriousness. Seeing the appearance of the priest who was completely immersed in desire, the mage was deeply moved. Kiss him deeply, then pull out your fingers, and lift up one of the priest's legs...

"Meow~~~"

"Oh look, what a cute little baby!"

"Oh, cutie, don't run away!"

Accompanied by the woman's giggling and cat meowing from time to time, the entire curtain seemed to be pulled from the outside, and a kitten crawled in from underneath.

Immediately afterwards, the entire curtain was lifted suddenly!

"Ah, Priest Hill?... Uh, and Mr. Chris, why are you here?" The noble lady who was chasing the kitten exclaimed, watching the kitten jump up into the priest's arms.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we are recalling the things we did together to deal with the undead in La Serena. It was really an unforgettable experience!" The priest brushed his silver hair and smiled slightly.

There was a soft light like water in his eyes, no matter how he looked at them, he looked affectionate. The two aristocratic ladies were so moved by him, their cheeks blushed involuntarily.

"So it's like this. Is this kitten yours? We thought it broke in by accident!" The two of them wanted to hang on, but the presence of the black mage was too strong. It's him standing there staring at you coldly, which is enough to make the two noble ladies want to run away.

The son of a prostitute, this title is like a nightmare, making all the nobles frown. Even though he is now a prince, everyone in the imperial capital knows his past. In their eyes, the black man in front of him The man is withdrawn, introverted, low self-esteem, and even a bit perverted.

Because of his seclusion, there was even a rumor that the prostitute's son would regularly send people outside to search for pure virgins in the imperial capital, and then capture them back for him to play with.

The scarier the rumor, the more marketable it is.

Even if you just think about it rationally and know that it is impossible, there are still many people who are willing to believe it. Over time, when people mention the name Chris, they will have various reactions.

It's better, like Sophia, after getting along with the mage in black for a while, she has already regarded him as a companion, and scoffed at those bizarre rumors.

There are also politicians like Earl Marin and Tines. Of course, they will not take the ridiculous rumors seriously. To them, Chris is just an object that can be curated, befriended, or wooed.

But there are more people, such as these two noble ladies, they will inevitably be misled by rumors, even looking at Chris with a layer of panic in their eyes, and they hurriedly lifted their skirts without even thinking of saying goodbye to the priest. Leave politely.

As soon as the person left, Yannick finally breathed a sigh of relief, touched his robe, and it was buttoned neatly.

"Dear Lord Chris, it seems that you have been equated with the plague in people's minds." The desire to give up halfway and not fully relieved made the priest's voice a little hoarse, lazy and sexy, just like a A feather gently scratched the hearts of the mage in black and the kitten. "But it seems that they don't know that you are a mage yet?"

If he knew that Chris was a mage, at least a lot of nobles would come to make friends with him, instead of avoiding him like now, for fear that he would lose his status if he said a word.

The black-clothed mage frowned, and his dissatisfaction also made him very upset: "I don't know what Frans said to the elders' house, but I asked him not to expose my mage identity for the time being. I don't want to cause trouble."

Not many people know that Chris is a mage, Sofia, Fizer, Aphra, Dantonio and others who have taken risks in the dark forest with them, as well as Earl Marin, the first few people can't mess around It is not good for them to say it, and it is even more impossible for the latter to spread the matter out of political considerations.

"They will know sooner or later, it's not a secret, Lord Chris, your escaping now is meaningless." The priest sneered, and then hooked his fingers at him, "I'm a little weak, don't you mind coming over to give me a hand?" ?”

The sorcerer came over and stretched out his hand to hug him, but unexpectedly punched him heavily, causing him to stagger and take several strides back, the curtain was almost torn off before he stopped his figure.

I finally vented my anger from being forced on the bow by the overlord to being almost seduced just now. The silver-haired priest saw the sorcerer holding his chin and being speechless. He felt so happy in his heart, and the smile on his face Followed by more brilliant.

"I wish you a wonderful night!" Without giving the other party any time to react, he turned around and walked out of the curtain with the kitten in his hand.

Hei Miao leaned over someone's shoulder and looked back, laughing wildly in his heart: If I can't eat something, don't even try to eat it to the end!