Ultimate Assassin System

Outside the manor, there was a blond man standing with his hands behind his back.

With a slashed face, hooked nose, and sharp eyes like a griffin, this is a man with a strong sense of presence. Even if this kind of person is in a crowd, you can't help but freeze on him if you glance over him. This man was Robert Bevan.

Second brother, why are you here? With a joyful cry, Becky rushed out of the crowd and ran to the blond man.

Hehe, I happened to be passing by. I heard that Vincent had a party here, so I came to join in the fun. Bei Wen's knife-like face instantly thawed, and he explained gently to Becky.

Such words made Vincent, who was standing aside, straighten his waist immediately, feeling a big boost in face.

Your Excellency Robert Bevin, welcome to the manor, which is full of splendor. Vincent said excitedly and a little bit embarrassed.

It's no wonder that Wen Sen behaved like this. Although everyone is the second generation of expensive, the levels are obviously not equal. Vincent considers himself to be an aristocratic young man who eats, drinks and has fun, but the other party is a political elite who has made a name for himself.

Hehe, you don't need to be so polite. This is a party for young people, not a congress hall for a group of old men.

hehe……

Everyone laughed in agreement, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

The witty humor instantly narrowed the distance between each other. It can also be seen from this that this Bevin is indeed good at communication.

When the crowd surrounded Bevin and returned to the hall, Mr. Dimon, who had finished playing, was naturally invited out again.

But at this time, his performance was obviously not the theme of the party, and everyone greeted Bevan in turn with glasses of wine.

Even though Bei Wen was in the crowd, he seemed more and more calm and calm. He responded to all kinds of greetings in a calm and unhurried manner, and from time to time he even talked kindly to the people around him. All of this was done very naturally, making everyone present feel valued.

The atmosphere in the hall obviously ushered in a climax because of Bevin's performance.

Tang En naturally didn't care about this. It was almost noon, and he was eating at the dining table.

It has to be said that the food here is indeed exquisite and delicious, which really relieved Tang En's craving. But it was a little short. After a while, there were already a dozen empty plates piled up in front of him.

Betsy, who took the time to look over there, was stunned. That gaze seemed to be staring at an ogre.

Becky came back to her senses and pulled Josiah beside her, pointing at her. Josiah also pursed her lips and smiled lightly when she saw Tang En's eating.

In the end, Tang En swallowed the wine-red sour liquid, picked up the silk scarf next to him, wiped his mouth, and let out a satisfied sigh. That's right, it's finally full of wine and food.

Taking advantage of the crowd's eyes on Bevin, Tang En walked out of the hall casually.

Pass through a side hall and walk through a long corridor.

Tang En only felt a bright light in front of his eyes, and it suddenly became clear that there was a large back garden in front of him.

The design of this manor is also very interesting. Tang En believes that if it is night now, there must be a lot of young men and women who have escaped from the party and have a good chat.

Of course, this kind of terrain is undoubtedly what people like Tang En like...

Don!

Tang En looked back and saw that Josiah in a pale white dress was walking over from the corridor.

Hey, Josiah, how did you come out?

No matter where the identity of a magician is, it is impossible to be ignored like a coachman. It stands to reason that she should be talking to Bevan or something at this time.

It's too stuffy inside. Well, I'm sorry, I dragged you in... You must be bored.

Tang En's heart warmed, knowing that Josiah saw him leave the hall alone, and she came to accompany him in case he was bored.

It's okay...the food here is good, quite delicious. This trip is not in vain!

Probably thinking of Tang En's eating just now, Josiah pursed her lips and chuckled.

Then he sighed softly: Actually, I don't like this place either. In comparison, I prefer the atmosphere of the library...but my identity makes me have to come.

Okay, let's not talk about this. Before Tang En could comfort him, Josiah pulled a flower branch and said: Let's talk about other things, um, I don't know why, once I chat with you, I feel so much more relaxed .”

Uh, really? That's really a great honor. Tang En responded in astonishment. Yo, do I still have the talent against the heavens of Girl's Friend?

Yes... I didn't expect you to be the coachman. I thought you lied to me last time.

Why did you lie to you...why, this job is not good?

That's not what I mean, I just think... I just think it's a pity to be a coachman with such deep thoughts...

I don't understand, it's called master among the people.

Expert? Hehe, how tall is it?

Well, it's as high as several floors.

cheeky!

hehe.

The scent of flowers, the beautiful woman by your side, such a beautiful day, Tang En's witty words, immediately made Josiah chuckle.

ah……

Josiah, who was leaning over and laughing, was hooked by a flower branch. When he walked forward, he only heard a hissing and fell on his back.

Before he had time to think about it, Tang En immediately half-embraced Josiah.

Warm and moist as jade, with a delicate fragrance. These two words appeared in Tang En's mind instantly.

Both of them froze for a while.

Xia... A voice suddenly came from behind.

The two came back to their senses immediately, and Josiah struggled to get up.

Tear..., the two paused again.

Tang En looked at the light white long dress that was already scratched a little, but was torn even more during Josiah's struggle, revealing a beautiful back that was crystal clear like jade.

Hey...uh, you, you! Wen Sen who rushed over looked at the two hugging each other dumbfounded.

In an instant, Vincent's eyes were red. roar out loud,

Twain, I'm going to kill you!

…………

I'll go, Tang En frowned depressedly. What day is it today, the two of them shouted at me for a while...

Vincent obviously wasn't just talking. With a choke, the sword was pulled out from his waist.

Taking advantage of the situation, he stabbed Tang En's eyebrows with a sword, obviously intending to hurt the killer.

Tang En stretched out his hands, released a soft force, and sent Josiah to the side. He himself was an embarrassing donkey rolling, and fell into the nearby flowers and trees.

Stop! Josiah shouted anxiously.

Uh, Josiah, you...you... Vincent opened his mouth, and pointed at Josiah's side in a daze.

Josiah, who stood up straight, suddenly felt a chill behind him, knowing that he was gone, his face blushed, and he quickly picked up a rag to cover it up.

Ah... ah!

Vincent's face was ferocious, and his handsome face became more abstract. If Wen Sen's anger value was 100 just now, it is undoubtedly broken now.

Burning with anger, Vincent raised his sword and was about to slash at Tang En who stood up behind the flowers. at this time,

Whoosh... poof!

Tang En's eyes froze behind the flowers. Just now, a blue light flashed in Josiah's hand, and something in the shape of a water arrow appeared out of thin air, hitting Vincent like a bullet. Black hole, no depth.

Is this magic...

Uh...Xia, you, you attack me? You attack me with magic? At this time, Vincent looked very lost.

I'm sorry, Vincent. Things are not what you think, I just want you to calm down.

Calm down? You tell me to be calm in this situation? Vincent growled and pointed behind her.

Tang En spread his hands and showed a very innocent smile at the right time.

Of course, this smile is undoubtedly dazzling in Vincent's eyes.

Calm down, okay, I'll calm down now. Vincent pulled off his white glove with his trembling right hand and threw it at Tang En.

I want to fight you!

I refuse. Tang En's tone was very righteous.

Reject, refuse? Are you kidding me, you cheap, despicable coward, coward...

Throwing white gloves at each other is a way of declaring a duel when the conflicts between nobles are irreconcilable. Generally, no one will refuse, but it is a matter related to the glory of oneself and the family.

Tang En frowned: Shut up, I'm not a nobleman, why can't I refuse?

Uh, Vincent froze. That's right, the duel method is only useful among nobles, and civilians are naturally unrestrained.

This Vincent was also dizzy, and he took it for granted to do such an oolong thing.

Okay, Vincent. I'm tired, let's do this for today, I'll go home first. In order to prevent Vincent from doing anything else, Josiah hurriedly dragged Tang En out of the back garden.

Uh... Vincent stared blankly at the backs of the two leaving.

An image like Josiah is naturally not suitable to appear in the hall again. Fortunately, Josiah was quite familiar with this place, so the two walked another way through the side door and boarded Tang En's carriage.

sorry!

sorry!

Uh...the two froze for a moment, and couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled.

Tang En took off his coat and put it on Josiah's body, blocking the spring light behind her.

Josiah kept helping Tang En remove the leaves, wooden needles and other things from his body.

Just now Tang En rolled into the flowers and bushes in embarrassment, he only cared about protecting his face, and got a lot of things on his body

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In the manor, Vincent returned to the gathering hall with a dark face.

At the entrance of the hall, Vincent rudely picked up a bottle of wine from the servant's tray and poured it directly on his back.

Vincent, what's the matter, did you not find Josiah? Bevan walked over with a glass of wine.

No. Wen Sen breathed a sigh of relief, and said the scene just now bitterly.

Hey, what am I thinking, that's all? Bevin smiled lightly and took a sip of his wine, before Vincent could speak, and continued: The love affair between the noble lady and the coachman is all drama, how many times have happened in this world? Example? Besides, even if Josiah is obsessed with ghosts, will the Chloe family agree?

Well, what should I do then? Vincent recovered a little.

Based on the relationship between your two families, Josiah is yours after all. As for that ridiculous coachman, well, I heard that your family is interested in the docks and has already started cultivating gangs?

Um, are you doing something about this... um? You mean... Vincent licked his lips, and a stern look flashed across his face.

Haha, stop talking about this, cheers!

cheers!

The wine glasses touched each other, and the two drank tacitly.

After chatting casually for a few words, Vincent excused himself and apologized first.

Bevin looked at Vincent's hurried back, twitched his mouth, shook his head, and turned to enter the party hall.

(ps: Well, this chapter has 3,000 words, so it’s not too much to ask for a collection and recommendation... Well, it’s not too much~! ^－^)