I Became the King of Villains In the Game

The young owner of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce?

Noah's identity was unknown to Chen Lun.

He suddenly thought of the Rosa he met in the black market at the port. Could there be any connection between the two...?

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jack, hee hee."

Under Walsh's introduction, Noah reluctantly put down the tableware, lowered his head and reached out to Chen Lun. His face was shy, and there was still cream on the corner of his mouth.

"Me too, Mr. Noah."

Chen Lun shook hands with him politely.

Walsh glanced left and right, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and tiptoed to wipe the cream off Noah's mouth. Noah scratched the back of his head and said thank you embarrassedly.

"Ooooh! Happy birthday!"

At this point the guests began to cheer.

Chen Lun cast his eyes, but it was Rebecca who closed her eyes and made a wish surrounded by everyone, and blew out the candles. Then Viscount Pompeii cut the cake, and the maids distributed it to the guests to celebrate together.

Not long after, the meal time was over.

"Next is dance time, everyone please enjoy the good time."

After Viscount Pompeii finished speaking, the maids removed the dining table to leave a spacious living room. A small band specially invited took their seats on the middle steps, and the pianist, violinist, drummer and other orchestral players took their seats one after another.

The crisp piano sound was played, followed by the melodious violin.

At this time, the guests and their partners stepped into the center of the living room and danced to the music. Young men and women are also invited and invited to form a couple, laughing and joining the ranks of the dance floor.

Rebecca dances with her father, Viscount Pompeii.

"Happy birthday, Rebecca... I'm old, and I'm a little tired after dancing for a few minutes."

Viscount Pompey joked.

"Thank you, Dad, you are still young."

Rebecca grinned.

The Viscount led Rebecca off the dance floor, and Mrs. Pompey came up to him. He let go of Rebecca's hand, took his wife's hand, and immediately looked around. Many noble youths and other men were about to move.

"Oh, it looks like our daughter is very popular."

Madame Pompey laughed.

"It's time for you young men, go ahead, Rebecca."

Viscount Pompeii patted Rebecca on the shoulder, and the latter nodded shyly.

After the Pompeys entered the dance floor, other young men flocked to Rebecca, ready to invite her to dance. It's just that a large part of them chose to shrink back when they saw Alvin.

Another group of noble children were greeted, and the opportunity to dance with Viscount Pompeii's daughter was given to Alvin.

Under everyone's gaze, Alvin came to Rebecca first, gracefully stroked his chest and bent down, stretching out his hands to support her.

"Miss Rebecca, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Rebecca looked at the young man in front of her and knew that he was Mr. Lawson's nephew Alvin, but she was not interested and shook her head politely.

"Thank you, I already have a partner, sorry Mr. Alvin."

Rebecca turned away without looking back, leaving Alvin frozen in place.

"Alvin was rejected?!"

The others were stunned, but they didn't expect Alvin to be rejected so flatly by Rebecca.

Immediately afterwards, Rebecca walked straight up to a strange black-haired young man, lifted the hem of her skirt, and lowered her head shyly.

"Mr. Jack, would you like to dance with Rebecca...?"

Her voice was disturbed, more tense than ever before.

Connie looked at the viscount's daughter in front of her. This was the first time she saw Rebecca.

It turns out that Miss Rebecca is also so good-looking, she is worthy of being a noble lady, elegant and polite.

She looked at Miss Floy next to her again, only to find that she pursed her lips slightly, as if she was not very happy.

"Of course, Miss Rebecca."

Chen Lun took Rebecca's hand.

"Your leg is healed, and our tutoring sessions are about to end, let's dance tonight as a short farewell."

When Rebecca heard these words, her heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable sense of loss arose immediately.

All her original joy turned into emptiness and sadness.

"Uh-huh."

Rebecca snorted twice from her small nose.

Chen Lun pretended not to see the sadness on her face, smiled and led her to the dance floor.

"Today is your birthday, Miss Rebecca, be happy."

The orchestra moved to the next piece, and the tempo slowed down, leaving the piano solo.

Ding dong, ding dong...

"Even if we are no longer your teacher, we are still friends."

Chen Lun took her hand, guided her to move, and said softly.

"Smile, Rebecca."

Rebecca was startled suddenly, this was the first time Mr. Jack called her name directly.

She looked up and saw the smile on Mr. Jack's face, and she couldn't help but be infected by it, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Ding dong!

The piano presses the accent.

Immediately, the rhythm slowly accelerated, and the deep stringed accompaniment of the cello began to join.

The dance steps of Rebecca and Chen Lun moved with the tight drumbeat.

For some reason, everyone's eyes on the dance floor were focused on the two of them, as if they were born protagonists. The beauty of Rebecca, the tall and straight figure of the black-haired youth, and the temperament of the two blend together, intertwined with the waltz.

As the dance music was coming to an end, Chen Lun took out a small gift box and quietly handed it to Rebecca.

"Happy birthday, Rebecca, this is a teacher's present."

Rebecca only felt a small box in her hand.

Surprised on her face, she opened it gently and found a tiny silver snake earring inside. The earrings are very simple, but the scales on the body are exquisitely carved, and the emerald green letter "J" is engraved on the snake's head.

"Thank you! Mr. Jack, I like it very much...!"

Rebecca couldn't help taking out the silver snake earrings, and impatiently put them on her ears. A touch of silver added a sense of mysterious charm to her.

"As long as you like it."

Chen Lun laughed.

This silver snake earring was an accessory that Connie made by herself last night.

He intends to make a set of tokens of his own as a proof of identity for the team. Although it is just a symbolic meaning, it has a deeper meaning.

For example, the silver snake earrings given to Rebecca may not be useful now, but in the future, they may be used as a means of protecting her.

If Chen Lun didn't even have this bit of self-confidence, it would be in vain to call himself a member of the "Army of Travelers".

After the dance.

The dinner party also came to an end.

The Viscount Pompeii sent off the guests at the door, and Walsh followed Master Noah to Chen Lun.

"Mr. Jack, there is a chance to hang out together."

The chubby Noah was a little shy, but with Walsh's encouragement, he invited Chen Lun.

"Of course, Mr. Noah."

Chen Lun took off his top hat and said softly.

Noah said goodbye to him, and immediately left with Walsh.

Chen Lun took a deep look at his back.

It is not difficult to see from the banquet just now that other people don't really want to deal with Noah, even though his status is not low, but his appearance is too ugly. Nobles who pride themselves on being elegant are unwilling to make friends with such a person.

Connie and Floyd stood silently on the side.

The whole banquet seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Connie was a little disappointed that no man approached her. She knew that it was because she was not good-looking enough, had freckles on her face, had no power, no background, and was just a low-level girl from the outer city.

She silently glanced at Miss Floyd.

Just now, when Mr. Jack and Miss Rebecca were dancing together, she noticed that Miss Froy was in a bad mood. Although there were many men who extended invitations to Miss Froy, she just declined, her tone and attitude were not as gentle as before, but rather indifferent.

"Why is Miss Floy unhappy?"

Connie thought.

She began to recall the past, and it seemed that every time she mentioned Miss Rebecca, Miss Floy would interrupt her inadvertently.

It's like not wanting to see Mr. Jack getting close to other women.

A guess popped up in Connie's mind, she hesitated, and was about to ask aloud.

"He and I... are not brother and sister, Connie. I used to live in darkness and pain, but he saved me, not a brother, but better than a brother."

Floy seemed to know what Connie wanted to ask, so she spoke first.

Her voice was still ethereal, but her tone was not so calm.

Connie realized.

Ms. Floy, maybe, should, maybe... is jealous.

The three returned to Jack's Manor in their own carriage.

Floy was a little silent along the way.

Connie hesitated to speak, looked at Miss Froy next to her, and then at Mr. Jack opposite, and finally fell into a slump.

This surprised Chen Lun a little.

When the three of them were about to step into the gate of the villa, Chen Lun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Sorry, Floyd, it's not that I didn't want to dance with you at the ball just now..."

There was a smile on his face.

"It's just that I don't like that kind of occasion. I think the best stage is under the moonlight, just the two of us."

Floy was slightly taken aback.

Connie also covered her small mouth.

Chen Lun took off his top hat, solemnly extended his hand, and made a standard invitation gesture.

"Miss Froy, would you like to dance with me?"

Boom!

Floyd's heart skipped a beat.

She pursed her lips and was silent for a while.

Immediately, he gently lifted the hem of his skirt and curtseyed earnestly.

"I'd love to, sir."

Floyd held out her hand and placed it in Chen Lun's palm.

Connie held her breath, and watched as Mr. Jack pulled Miss Froy and spun around in the open space of the manor.

The purple moon hangs high, sprinkled with tenderness.

A brisk harmonica came from nowhere, faintly drifting into the manor, accompanying the two under the moon.

Floy felt that she was in a happy mood, and danced to the rhythm of the other party.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her heart beat faster.

The adopted little white cat, Bibb, jumped into the dance circle of the two, followed curiously at their feet, and jumped.

When the palms touch each other, it is like the slowest moment in the world, time stops for it, and it is like a half-lamp painting of amber on the star curtain.

Standing on tiptoes is the moment when the heart beats the fastest, and the tune is in tune with it, writing a poem for the couple under the moon.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Connie's heart.

"Maybe Miss Floyd and Mr. Jack are more suitable."

she thought to herself.

The end of the month waltz.

Floy's cheeks flushed slightly, and she raised her skirt to salute Chen Lun again.

In the corner outside the manor, a blond young man put down the harmonica in his hand, chuckled, and left slowly.

"Sorry, I've never danced..."

Floy said.

"It's okay, it's a good experience, isn't it?"

Chen Lun said.

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The three of them entered the villa, and Floyd returned to his room.

The blush on her face hadn't subsided yet, she went straight to the window and looked up at Ziyue.

"You can't die yet, Floy..."

Floy murmured.

She raised her hand, feeling the lingering warmth of holding hands just now, but the corners of her mouth and eyes couldn't stop the blood gushing out.