Count of Wizards

"Hello!"

Just when Connor was hesitating whether to take advantage of the fact that everyone in the banquet hall was focusing on the ball, and he was eating a small jar of caviar, a clear voice came from his ear.

When Connor squinted his eyes and followed the voice, he turned his head to look and was instantly stunned.

This is a young woman in a lavender evening dress. She has fair and delicate skin, a bright and delicate face, a tall and bumpy sexy figure, bright red hair flowing and smooth like flames, and deep blue pupils.

"Peerless beauty?" A thought burst out of Connor's mind, and Connor quickly regained his sanity.

"Hello, beautiful lady!" Connor responded politely with a smile. The unknown woman in front of him is really beautiful and wants to make people commit crimes. Rao has seen many Victoria's Secret angels on the Earth Network. , Waiting for the beautiful and sexy goblins, but at this moment Connor couldn't help being immersed in the intoxicating beauty of the woman in front of him.

"My name is Margaret, nice to meet you here!" The woman who called herself "Margaret" smiled and extended her right hand.

Connor hesitated for a moment, leaned over slightly, lowered his head, gently took Margaret's right hand with both hands, and gently kissed the back of Margaret's hand.

"My name is Connor Ferguson! It's also a pleasure to meet you, Miss Margaret. To be honest, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life!" Connor sincerely praised:

"Mr. Connor, thank you for your compliment! It looks like you don't have a partner...?" Margaret asked with an intoxicating smile on her lips:

"Yes... As you can see... I don't know many women here..." Connor shrugged slightly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I don't have a partner either..." Margaret finished softly, and then she had a fascinating smile on her face, and she looked at Connor quietly with her beautiful blue eyes.

After being stunned for a moment, Connor immediately bowed to salute after he realized, "Beautiful Miss Margaret, please allow me to ask you to dance!"

"Okay!" Without refusing Connor's invitation, Margaret put her hand on Connor's hand.

Walking off the dance floor, accompanied by brisk and joyful dance music, Connor put one arm around Margaret's soft waist and the other on her shoulder, and started dancing according to the movements of the "Byzantine court dance" in his memory.

"Sorry!" Feeling that he had stepped on his partner's little feet, Connor blushed and said apologetically:

"It's okay, Mr. Connor, is this your first time dancing?" Margaret asked with a curious expression on her face, hesitated:

"No, no, when I was in my hometown, the city of Frosinone in the eastern part of the empire, I often danced at banquets, but when I came to Ruen to study, fewer people attended banquets, and naturally my dancing skills faded away!" Seeing Margaret's question in his arms, Connor showed a look of embarrassment on his face, pondered for a while and said:

What Connor said was nine truths and one falsehood. When the original owner Connor Ferguson was in his hometown of Frosinone, because the finances were not cut off by the old Ferguson, naturally he could often participate in banquets and dance, spending money like water. Came to Ruen to go to school, because there was only 30 pounds of living expenses per month, poor Connor Ferguson had no choice but to reduce the number of banquets he attended, but as for the real reason for Connor's poor dancing skills now, it was poor Connor Ferguson. When Na was on Earth, he was just a hard-working internet writer who struggled with food and clothing every day. How could he have the time and energy to learn social skills like dancing?

"Mr. Connor, are you still in school?" There was obvious surprise in Margaret's soft voice.

Connor nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Green University History Department, George and I are classmates."

"It turns out that Mr. Connor is a high-achieving student at Green University, which is really enviable, but since he chose the unpopular history department, it seems that Mr. Connor's family is either a nobleman or a wealthy businessman?" Margaret said with a light smile:

Connor pondered for a moment, nodded and said vaguely, "It's all a little bit!"

I don't know why, although Margaret said envy in her mouth, but Connor did not feel a little envy in her eyes, and Connor had a premonition that Margaret, who was hugging him now, knew that he Although there is no evidence to prove his hunch, Connor's hunch is very, very strong.

Although he didn't look around, Connor could feel the jealous eyes of the men around him who wanted to kick him away and replace him with him. The "small head decides the big head" pervert, after being briefly stunned by Margaret's beauty, Connor has been thinking about a question, why Margaret found himself as a dance partner.

If the answer is good looks, although Connor thinks that he is a very handsome guy with sword eyebrows and stars, a tall and straight figure, full of heroism, but he is not handsome enough to be loved by everyone, and flowers are blooming. There are at least two or three handsome young men who are more handsome than her.

As for the others, Connor was even more puzzled. Wearing accessories without knowing a person is the most intuitive criterion for feeling whether a person is rich or not? He is now up and down, that is, around five pounds, which is definitely below the middle level in the entire banquet hall. If Margaret wants to catch a winner, she probably won't even be ranked!

And if Margaret knows her identity and background as she expected, then she shouldn't provoke her. Although the Ferguson family is the earl, the Ferguson family is already on the verge of loneliness, and this time In the banquet hall, as far as Connor knew, there were one or two heirs of the rich marquis, and it just so happened that the two heirs of the marquis were looking like "brother pigs", greedily looking at Margaery who was in his arms special.

With Margaret's beauty and temperament, I believe that no man in this banquet hall will reject her! Why did she choose herself?

Huge questions kept repeating in Connor's mind.

As the saying goes, "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!" Margaret must have a problem finding herself!

On the surface, Connor still maintained a polite smile, dancing with Magrigor to the cheerful music, but Connor was constantly deliberating in his heart. Finally, when the music was about to end, Connor made a decision. After deciding, he tentatively asked, "Miss Margaret, are you...?"