Chapter 181 Tuqiong
Luo Ben sighed.
"Ordinary people have limits. Even masters in various fields are still mortal. Even a small, inconspicuous bullet can easily take away their lives. "
He said with a faint look.
"But people who study mysterious arts are different. If you master the mystery deeply enough, bullets are nothing. Even if you are baptized by cannonballs, you will not be hurt at all, and you can even live for hundreds of years."< br>
"Mr. Luoben, is it really so magical?"
Gilan's eyes flashed, showing surprise and interest.
"Of course." Viscount Luoben nodded, and pretended to be mysterious: "Because in our circle, there are people who have mastered mysterious power, and there are quite a few."
" Can I also have access to this power? "
Jilan was very cooperative and asked expectantly.
Viscount Luoben smiled, but did not reply immediately, which whetted his appetite.
Just at this time.
A melodious violin accompaniment suddenly sounded in the hall. As the music came on, the guests looked at each other, smiled and walked to the center in tacit understanding, where men and women danced a ballroom dance.
Jilan turned around and saw that the steward was operating a gramophone, the vinyl record was rotating, and the trumpet-like brass pipe was playing the recorded music.
"This..." he said in surprise.
"Don't be nervous, this is a traditional dinner party in the circle."
Loben explained nonchalantly.
"Music and dance are so beautiful, Mr. Stavin, the Minister of Propaganda, is just too rigid. If there is a lack of art, human beings will lose their due fun."
"Don't worry, purify The department and the balance department will not come to find trouble because of this trivial matter."
The Viscount laughed, feeling confident.
"The 'Art Order' is just like the 'Prohibition Order', it only targets the general public. Have you ever seen any nobles or dignitaries arrested for drinking?"
"That's true." Gillan The tense expression on his face relaxed.
Viscount Luoben quietly observed the expression of the blond young man, and couldn't help but secretly thought in his heart that he was indeed a boy from a remote town.
Kong has talent and strength, but his experience is a bit shallow.
But it’s okay, it’s easier to control.
"You dance first and relax."
The Viscount pointed towards the dance floor and pointed to one side with his eyes.
Jilan looked around and saw several female guests looking at him with eager eyes, as if expecting something.
"I'm afraid those ladies are impatient."
Viscount Loben laughed teasingly, turned around to leave, and added:
"As for the topic just now, we can continue it during the meal."
"Okay." Jilan agreed happily.
When Luo Ben walked away, he was still thinking about the next step, but there was someone else in front of him.
Looking up, it was one of the ladies who was in the side hall just now.
Blonde ear-length short hair with curly tips, wearing a red low-cut evening dress. The plump chest almost burst the thin dress, and the soft silk fabric reflected the bright luster.
"Mr. Gillan, do you mind dancing together?"
The lady's red lips were slightly opened and she said with a smile.
"Sorry, Ms. Hisari." Gillan said. "I can't dance."
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you."
The lady directly took his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor.
"Dance with me a few times, and you'll get it naturally."
As she said that, she pressed Gilan's hand on her waist again, acting ambiguously.
Jilan smelled the strong scent of perfume coming from the other person's body, and simply took her other hand and started dancing in a graceful manner.
Seizing the opportunity, he asked:
"Ms. Shishali, by the way, are you all very knowledgeable about mysticism?"
"Of course." The lady smiled and pulled Gilan to dance with the rhythm, her chest swaying. "Have you ever heard of the creation myth?"
"In July, at dawn, at noon, the creation legend of God Omer?"
Gilan asked knowingly.
The lady chuckled, but said: "No. In fact, there are four creation gods. People in ancient times called them 'Si Sui'. Si Sui is the original god, in charge of all things... Among them, the first one, 'Scar's Father', has the power to ignite the world and destroy it again."
"The real mystery comes from them."
Hishari leaned her head closer, her red lips almost touching Jilan's cheek, and whispered in a low voice:
"We This circle is bigger than you think, and there are several big families in the capital involved... Do you know? In fact, it is a very wise choice for you to come to the dinner tonight, because Viscount Robben saved your life."
“Huh?” Ji Lan raised his eyebrows. "Why do you say that?"
"You want to know?"
Ms. Hisari suddenly showed her charm, squinted her eyes and said:
"After the dinner, don't go back tonight. I will tell you then."
"Ms. Hisari?" "Jilan moved deliberately, her eyes moving unscrupulously from her pretty face to her chest, and then wandering around.
The lady did not resist his "hot" gaze, but accepted it readily.
He chuckled slightly and moved slightly closer, almost squeezing his chest against Jilan's, even breathing a little heavier.
She exhaled like blue and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Sir, I also want to compete with you to experience the power of the young master for myself... Uh-huh, I also want you to hit with your cane. Break my bones, or use another cane to leave me with indelible scars.”
Hearing this, Ji Lan couldn’t help but be surprised.
At this moment, he even had doubts, feeling that he had gone to the wrong venue... This place was not like a dinner party for the "Heavenly Evil Order", but more like a party for the "Golden Branch of Dawn".
Although Gilan was not interested in the lady’s invitation, he still said with a smile:
"Ms. Shishali is so kind, how could I refuse... Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."
But he sneered in his heart:
'Knock your head off with a cane. , it should satisfy you! ’
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the lady’s hand tighten on his shoulder.
It seems that out of excitement, he instinctively grasps hard.
"I really hope the dinner can end soon, Mr. Gillan..."
Ms. Shisari licked her lips and said.
She suppressed her inner desire, and there was a hint of madness in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
Not long after, a dance song was played.
All the guests stopped moving.
The dinner party also officially started.
Ms. Sisali calmed down her rapid breathing, secretly glanced at Jilan, and then took his hand and led him to one side.
Seven or eight male waiters carried a huge dining table to the center of the hall, followed by a female waiter, who arranged the high-backed chairs neatly.
However, this dining table was only covered with a white tablecloth and there were no food or tableware on it, which seemed a bit strange.
When everything was ready, Viscount Robben, surrounded by guests, walked to the dining table and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
The middle-aged steward came pushing a dining cart filled with bottles of aged "Shahra Red Wine". He opened the bottle himself and poured a glass of wine for everyone present.
“This is a day worth celebrating, because we will welcome a new member, a young master with great talent and strength, Mr. Guillan Iros.”
Viscount Luoben picked up a glass of wine and raised it high to signal.
All the guests raised their glasses, and Jilan was no exception.
He pretended not to know and still maintained a look of expectation.
As everyone took a sip of red wine, the scene became a little quieter, but Viscount Luoben turned his head and said meaningfully to Gillan:
"Continue the topic we just talked about, Mr. Gillan. ...If you want to get in touch with the real mystery and have power and lifespan beyond ordinary people, then lie down on this table under our witness."
After that, he pulled hard. That white tablecloth.
Wow!
As the tablecloth was lifted, a circular array was revealed that was almost entirely engraved with ancient Xilu characters and strange symbols.
It is a circle divided by three irregular curves.
Symbolizes the first year of "scar father".
Whoosh!
Everyone present suddenly turned their heads and stared at Jilan.
Those eyes were extremely eager, even fanatical, full of expectation.
(End of this chapter)