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Even though Bals had extraordinary determination and had seen strong winds and waves, his expression could not help but change at this time.

He already had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

But before he could speak, Smith responded with a sneer: "What? The sewer incident? Then why do you have such a strong cult atmosphere and no one else does?"

I was so sleepy that someone gave me a pillow. The assist this time was none other than Smith.

Aaron answered the question with an innocent expression on his face, "Yeah, I don't know, maybe we should go to the sewers and have a look."

"Okay, that's it for now." Bales simply interrupted Smith who was still wanting to speak, "The dance is about to start. Since we are from Iris Trading Company, please invite Dagus and Miss Alice." Just be more careful.”

As he spoke, he glanced around the crowd, took the lead and turned towards the entrance of the corridor.

He is the city lord of Leiden City and a gold-level transcendent. Since he has said such words, others must give him face no matter what.

Smith glanced at Aaron hatefully, curled his lips at Dagus, and then left.

Just when everyone thought this episode was over, Aaron silently added a short piece of music to it.

He saw Bals about to go downstairs, but he said loudly and without hesitation: "Lord Bals, guess where Sartre and Siosande, who were not here tonight, went?"

The whole conversation was foreshadowed by this sentence!

Aaron has realized that there may really be something in the sewer!

Alice looked at Aaron inexplicably. When she took Aaron away, she clearly saw Sartre and Siosand staying in the room to check the accounts.

Where else could they go?

Ed frowned, but also had no reaction. Only a glint flashed in Dagus's eyes, and he looked at Aaron seriously.

It seems that this young man is more powerful than he thought...

Bars's footsteps stopped. He stood there for a few breaths, and then slowly turned around, his face expressionless, "Sir Aaron, you are lying."

"Yeah," Aaron shrugged indifferently, very calmly, "I was just lying."

"But!" A sarcastic look appeared on his face, "Lord Bals, do you dare to bet?"

The atmosphere on the field became subtle, and everyone still present realized that there was an undercurrent hidden in these somewhat confusing words.

"Sir Aaron, if you are provoking me, then you have indeed succeeded." Bals looked at Aaron up and down and said extremely seriously.

"You are still looking down on me, Lord Bars." Aaron sighed, "Just because I'm just a black iron? Do you think I'm just a down-and-out noble?"

Aaron walked to the railing casually, looked down at the lively hall again, and said calmly: "Lord Bars, I want to know what I want to know."

A down-and-out nobleman born into a noble family lives in a world where extraordinary phenomena emerge in endlessly. No matter how incompetent he is, he is not ignorant of extraordinary information.

This in itself is the biggest doubt.

Moreover, a small run-down family can actually attract the attention of the Iris family?

There is also something wrong with this marriage.

But so far, neither Alice, Ed, nor even Dagos, who they had just met once, had shown the slightest bit of malice, and had been providing help intentionally or unintentionally.

Sartre also mentioned this point during the past few days when he was recovering from his injuries, and also expressed to him in a subtle way that the Iris family might have bad intentions.

All of this requires clues and additional information.

For Aaron, every piece of information is precious and must be fought for.

He could only feel that he seemed to be in the middle of a conspiracy, but he had no idea what the plan was and what it would require him to pay.

However, he knew that once a layout like this was launched, the cost would be staggering.

This price is probably something he can't afford.

He must find out the plan in advance and find a way to break the situation or escape!

"Sir Aaron, if you really want to know, then there is absolutely no way I can tell you." A ferocious smile appeared on Bars's face, "How can you pry my mouth open? I am the city lord and I am gold. A transcendent person of the highest level, in Leiden City, as long as I don’t want to speak, who can make me speak?”

A majestic breath surged out, and he slightly activated his metal right arm in front of everyone. Looking at the magic runes surrounding the metal right arm, he raised his chin slightly and cast a contemptuous look at Aaron. look.

Alice quietly held Aaron's hand, glanced at Bars, and whispered: "Okay, Aaron, let's stop this matter."

The Iris family is not afraid of a city lord from Leiden City, but similarly, there is no need to offend a gold-level transcendent.

What's more, she really can't represent the Iris family, or in other words, the only ones who can stand by her side are Dagus and Ed.

"Alice..." Aaron looked at her, the expression on his face had never been more serious and serious, "We all know that maintaining contact is just a thin engagement, and I have never even seen that engagement. . Putting aside this connection, if, just if, I need your help this time, will you stand by my side, Miss Alice?"

For the first time, Alice saw the blazing flames in the eyes of the careless bastard in front of her, and the determination contained in them even made her dare not look directly.

Is this really the bastard in my memory who sold his family sword and went to the tavern?

Although there was no explanation, she could understand that this might be the first and last chance this man gave her.

She has been observing him these days, and why isn't he?

This familiar tone and eyes only reminded her of her father, the Grand Duke Iris.

This was how she was called into the study. Under the gaze of the Grand Duke, she made the choice he wanted.

No matter how she tried to convince herself, in the end, the voice lingering in the depths of her soul lingered.

She knew that she didn't want to and didn't like it, but she just had to do it.

As she emphasized, it was a family marriage contract and an obligation that must be performed.

Just an obligation, nothing more.

However, under almost the same look, the man in front of her put the power of choice into her hands.

It's a real handover, without any pretentious politeness.

She was truly given a choice.

From the look in his eyes, she knew that he was ready for everything.

Whether she agrees or not, he will accept it calmly.

In a sense, she may be both important and unimportant.

She wrinkled her nose, a little annoyed.

You know clearly that you will keep your engagement, but you still ask?

It’s not over yet!

However, there was a hint of excitement in her voice: "Mr. Aaron, you should call me Mrs. Albert."