At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Lantern Association slowly calmed down as usual. In the morning, only a few busy figures were left in the lobby where the crowded floor was still crowded.

Xilu, the head maid of the Asian man, walked into the Baizhu Hall in front of the president's room, knocked on the door and waited for a while, gently pushed open the door of the president's room, came behind the president who was talking to An Wen, and whispered a reminder.

"Sir, the time for the cocktail party has come, the guests have arrived, and they have been waiting for a long time."

"Is that true? It turns out that time has come?"

President Montera put down the black tea cup in his hand and stood up, took the maiden cane from the maid next to him.

"Then let's talk about it today. You are the protagonist of Earl Anwen at this time. It is not a gentleman to let the guests wait for a long time."

"Thank you, President, I have been very helpful in this conversation. I hope I will have a chance to listen to your teaching next time."

An Wen followed President Montera and stood up sincerely to thank the enthusiastic elder. After all, not every old man had the patience to spend more than three hours teaching a pink newcomer he had just met.

"Don't be so polite. To some extent, all the lantern counts are family. You will soon understand this in the future when we get along. Now we should go to the cocktail party. I believe the guests can't wait to get to know you."

President Montera, leaning on a cane, led An Wen slowly out of the president's room.

The two walked through the small white pillar hall, followed the corridor full of paintings, decorated with silver armor and green plants in the scenery, and bypassed most of the three-story space, and finally stopped in front of a pure white carved wooden door.

"Are you ready? Push open this door and you will usher in a new life..."

President Montera smiled and turned his head, looking at An Wen walking beside him.

"Who knows that it's not ready, but as the President, you taught, the glory and status of our Lantern Earl are condensed on the blade in the palm of your hand, and nothing else needs to be cared about, right?"

An Wen shrugged, nervousness was inevitable, but if you think about it carefully, it was actually that way, it was no big deal.

"It's very good! If you have this kind of awareness, you will be a qualified lantern count."

President Montera laughed happily, reached out and pushed open the wooden door and led An Wen into the cocktail venue.

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In the following time, An Wen was like participating in a bizarre performance, with a middle-aged man wearing hunting suits, military uniforms, and suits appearing in front of him one after another with a sincere or false smile.

It feels good to get along with colleagues in the hunting suit. Facing the night watch officer in the uniform, the suit is much more uncomfortable than the councillor of the A-City Council. An Wen has to endure the warning brought by his intuition and drink with a smile on his face. It feels really bad.

After a haggard social engagement, An Wen found an opportunity to get rid of those annoying guys and hid in the corner of the balcony alone, thinking that he had finally gained a trace of purity.

However, just three minutes later, a girl with red hair walked into the balcony and raised her glass to Anwen with a shy smile.

"Ri'an, Lord Earl, I hope that your intuition will always be clear when you are in the fog."

Tsk, no, is it still over?

An Wen screamed in his heart, but had to smile on his face, and raised the wine glass in his hand and gently touched the glass with the girl.

"Ri'an, beautiful lady, may you receive Vanessa's blessing and be young and beautiful forever."

"Thank you for your blessing, Lord Earl, I'm Refney Roll, I'm so happy to know you."

The red-haired girl looked a little nervous, but her behavior was still elegant and decent.

Intuitively, An Wen reminded An Wen that although the girl was close to him, she felt much clearer than the hypocritical middle-aged men in the cocktail hall, which gave An Wen a little patience to chat with the girl.

After a casual conversation, An Wen discovered that the red-haired girl Lefni was a simple lady raised in the boudoir and did not have any deep thoughts. However, she always brought the topic to the final trial and asked around the bush about the situation in the world, as well as An Wen's swordsmanship, and some practice methods.

The information in the world is not a secret. An Wen basically knows what he says. There is no place for the swordsman and practice methods to see people. Just say it directly. As for why he is so powerful, he is undoubtedly extremely talented.

Anyway, no one stipulates that Chaos Driving Range and Mission Panel are not a kind of talent, isn't it?

During this chat, the red-haired girl Lefni obviously did not get the answer she wanted. She said goodbye to An Wen with a little disappointment, returned to the cocktail hall, grabbed a red-haired boy who looked exactly like her, and went whispering.

An Wen frowned. The red-haired boy gave him a bad feeling. When he saw him, his intuition prompted An Wen that the boy with a bright smile on his face had something bad hidden deep in his heart.

It’s so strange. Looking at the red-haired boy wearing a hunting outfit, he should be a member of the association’s family. Why does he feel so bad?

"The young man is named Nied Roll, and he is the grandson of Count Roll in District 77. Since the deep winter month 63 years ago, Count Roll disappeared into the seventeenth floor world, a series of accidents occurred in the Roll family. By the time the association intervened 10 years ago, there were only two brothers and sisters left in the Roll family."

President Montera walked to Anwen at some point. Seeing him staring at the Roll brothers and sisters, he spoke up and introduced him.

"I believe you also feel that Nied Roll has deviated from the path and cannot pass the trial of the association again, but his twin sister, Lephne Roll, is a genius. If you study for another two years, you may have a glimmer of hope to get the association's S-rated evaluation, which is why their brother and sister can appear here."

"That girl feels really good, even if she has a purpose, it is difficult to make people feel disgusted."

“It’s true.”

President Montera raised his glass and touched Anwen, took a sip, and looked at Anwen and said.

"An Wen, if you are really not used to this kind of occasion, you can find an excuse to leave the party and go home. Anyway, they already know you."

"Huh? Is it okay to do this? President, I didn't say that when you brought me here. At that time, you emphasized what a gentleman did."

When she heard that An Wen, who had no need to accompany these hypocritical middle-aged men to laugh, turned her head and looked at the president with a hint of confusion in surprise.

"Have I said this? Forget it, that doesn't matter. As the Counts of Lanterns, we are willful is our right. As for what these hypocritical guys think, don't worry too much."

President Montera said this for granted and was full of domineeringness.

"Remember to think carefully when you go back. Whether it is to replace District 61 or develop District 98, you must give me a reply within three days, don't forget."

"I understand, President, I will think about it carefully."

An Wen said, putting the wine glass in his hand on the balcony fence, supporting the fence with one hand and jumping down from the third floor, disappearing into the shade of the garden downstairs.

"This little guy...is so good to be young."
Chapter completed!