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Alice glanced at Aaron subconsciously. At this time, he seemed completely different from the lazy bastard before.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously began to look around, thinking about what she should use as a weapon if there was a battle later.

Because she was attending a dinner party, she did not bring her long sword and shield, but also wore an evening dress with a hem that could hide a person.

Fortunately, she didn't like bare legs very much and wore pants out of habit, otherwise she wouldn't know whether to tear off the obstructive skirt later.

Yes, although she didn't say it explicitly, she was ready to fight.

On the other side, the blue-haired boy had silently walked up to Aaron and Alice.

The surface of the goblet in his hand was covered with a thin layer of water vapor, which was steaming with chill, and his eyes were sharp.

He drank all the clean water in the wine glass, then casually placed the wine glass on the table, knocked it gently, and looked at Bars: "Lord Bars, President Dagos asked me to protect Ally. Miss Si and Mr. Aaron. Oh, maybe you don’t know my name, my name is Garcia Becky.”

Becky?

Aaron was startled. He seemed to have heard Sartre mention this surname. It seemed to be a common surname in the Green Kingdom in the North.

"It is very impolite to rashly interrupt other people's conversations." Lord Bals said as he looked at Garcia.

"Lord Bars, maybe you haven't experienced the cold winter in the North. You can't imagine that for a few months when the sun can't be seen, the howling wind blows the palm-sized snowflakes outside the house. In the cold winter, people can only warm themselves by the fire in the house. , listening to the monotonous sound of beeping, listening to the sound of dripping water turning into ice."

Garcia said slowly, "This means that every qualified winter person can endure loneliness and hone his perception and will in loneliness."

Bals's face became a lot gloomier again, and the atmosphere on the court became a little more tense.

"I feel your hostility, maybe it's my misunderstanding, but it seems... you still have murderous intent."

Aaron hit the target at the right time: "This is the city lord's palace, Lord Bars."

To Aaron's surprise, Lord Bals did not get angry, and even calmed down a bit, "Of course I know this is the Lord's Mansion, and I also know that the people sitting opposite me are Miss Alice from the Iris family, and Albert. Mr. Aaron of the family, including..."

Bars glanced at Garcia and said coldly: "And you, Garcia, the fugitive heir of the Becky family."

Alice looked shocked and subconsciously looked at Garcia, only to find that his expression was calm, as if the words had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps because of the geographical location of the Northland, the Green Kingdom is not so much a kingdom as a royal court composed of tribes.

At the beginning of every spring, people in the North must seize the time to chase the short ice melting period, drive cattle, sheep and livestock to chase water and grass, and try to store enough forage before the arrival of the next winter.

This resulted in very few fixed towns in the North, only temporary settlements one after another and tribes that came and went like the wind, for example, the Beki family.

Becky is a common surname in the Green Kingdom, and two or three out of ten Northerners may choose this surname, because "Becky" means "cold" in Hindi.

Of course, once you are given the name of a family, it means that there must be something different.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect that a guy with the blood of madness would actually choose to take on the protection mission?" Lord Bars sneered.

Going crazy?

Berserker?

Aaron glanced at the thin Garcia. Although he was attending a noble dinner, he was still wearing the shabby adventurer's attire: a relatively new half-leather armor, and several unknown types hanging around his waist. practical tools.

His physique is similar to Aaron's, but considering that he comes from the North, known as the "Fighting Nation", his physique seems a bit too thin.

However, the point seems not to be here, right?

Garcia stood on his left and Alice on his right.

One is a berserker who lost his mind after going berserk and even killed his teammates.

The other one is slightly better, because in order to kill the enemy, Ed's fiancée can be directly knocked away...

hiss……

Aaron, who was caught in the middle, felt that something was not right for no reason.

"So, I don't want to ruin your dinner, Lord City Lord." Garcia shrugged.

Although berserkers are not very good at protection, their destructive power is definitely well-known.

At the cost of losing one's mind, one gets super life regeneration and the determination to become more courageous as he fights.

No one dares to underestimate the seriously injured Berserker, let alone easily try to confront the Berserker head-on.

"This is the Kingdom of Algrant and the palace of the city lord. Are you going to risk being wanted by the kingdom and go crazy here?" Bals said coldly.

The Kingdom of Algrant values ​​strength, and this time is also a noble dinner for the entire Leiden City, which means that there are at least dozens of extraordinary people gathered here.

If there is any slight movement, dozens of pairs of eyes will definitely look here immediately.

"Yes, so, please don't act rashly, Lord City Lord. I have no reason to speak of after becoming crazy."

Garcia picked up his empty wine glass again. The icy blue brilliance spread and the wine glass was once again covered with a layer of frost. Then the water vapor in the air condensed and flowed silently along the wall of the glass, gathering shallowly.

He shook the glass, but kept staring at Bals.

Bars simply lowered his gaze and watched a man dressed as a musician walk through the crowd and quietly stand in front of the band.

"Perhaps, Lord Bars, you should tell me what you know." Aaron's tone changed subtly, and even became a little rude.

"Can you still force me, Mr. Aaron?" Bars sneered, "Maybe you have forgotten one thing..." He stood up slowly, his wall-like body now carrying a strong sense of oppression. .

"Sir Aaron, let me remind you that I am a gold-level transcendent, and you are just a transcendent who has just entered the black iron level. For the sake of old Albert and me knowing each other, For the sake of your performance, I can give you some tips..."

Bals leaned over, glanced at Alice and Garcia, and then stared at Aaron with a malicious smile on his face, "Do you dare to advance, Sir Aaron?"

Before Aaron could react, Alice said coldly: "Lord Bars, what do you mean?"

"Miss Alice, I also have something to say to you." Bars withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Alice: "Don't you find it strange? Since old Albert is a noble, then the Albert family is how come?"

Alice also stood up unwilling to be outdone, barely suppressing her anger, "Lord Bals, you are provoking Iris!"

Bars curled his lips, "The premise is that you can represent the Iris family, Miss Alice, but obviously..." He deliberately prolonged his tone, "You can't."

Alice stopped talking and tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

But at this time, Aaron held her hand, stood up as well, and smiled kindly.

Seeing Aaron's kind smile, Bars felt a little uneasy for some reason.

"Then I'll show you how to advance, Lord Bars."

As he spoke, a light screen popped up in front of Aaron's eyes.

Unexpectedly, I have a system!

[Abnormality points are consumed to generate abilities. 】

Do you think I'm weak?

At worst, I'll scare you!

Let you see what on-site advancement is!

Come and translate for me. What is a surprise? !