The ring match of the trapped Phoenix.

Today is the day of Alvin and his semi-finals, and Lanwen and his competition is tomorrow. When Alvin and his group came to the palace, they naturally did not see Agrea and Lanwen. After all, there is no match worth Agrea to watch in person. If Alvin can't sweat, then she will only feel bored when she comes to the scene.

Although he didn't see the resignation, Alvin would not be as lost as before. Because he was confident of convinced Agrea to visit the Free City State. So even if he would lose to Agrea and the others in the future, this would not be the end of the world for Alvin.

Today's competition also went smoothly. Alvin led the team to defeat the opponent in two or two.

Since that's the case, he just waited for Agrea to qualify for the finals with him.

If it goes well, the two teams of the Principality of Bern and the Principality of Van Ao will decide the outcome of the red-haired beauty in the future.

Alvin didn't expect that he would be able to get through the obstacles and succeed. He thought that Sanifensa would definitely make trouble, but he didn't expect that he would advance so easily. The team of the Duchy of Tilale was drowned without even making any waves.

This also made Alvin feel a little uneasy. Logically speaking, the prince shouldn't be so quiet, he thought to himself.

"Where are you going in a while?" Onian's words interrupted Alvin's thoughts. "It's rare today. Your new bed companion didn't come with you. Otherwise, it would be a chattering day." She was naturally referring to Theresia.

"Oh, Tulang said that there were many young painters in the city who wanted to meet me. What did they do... a salon?" Alvin said, not answering the word "bed companion".

"Huh? What's that new word?" Onion said curiously.

"It was said that those invented by the Xindu Cult, which is similar to a party. I haven't attended it before, so I don't understand it very much." Alvin shook his head and said with a smile, "It's because this old guy knows a lot of people, and even the Xindu Cult Cult is involved with him."

"Ria has the foresight to send this person to you," said Onian.

"Ria is a pure old fox. Can he be mistaken for people?" Alvin thought of the archbishop of the Southwest Diocese of the Universal Church, and a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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At the junction of Finch Street and Weiss Street in the north of Winkland, a dark-painted carriage was parked.

Inside the car, Sanifensa smiled and looked at the man opposite, saying contemptuously: "Stop looking, I said he would come, that's the one who would come."

Sitting opposite her was the second son of the old wine barrel, John Rusty. At this time, he was uneasy and lifting the curtains of the car over and over again to confirm that the "righteous master" had arrived.

"Okay, you guys are more at ease, don't jump up and down there like a restless hyena." Sanifensa pressed John's belly with her bare feet and pushed him back into the seat. "I'm going to be a big deal that has ruined me."

John calmed down a little after saying this. He looked at the woman's smooth calves, his eyes stretched upwards to the base of his thighs. It was really "infinite spring". When he swallowed and raised his head, he saw her raising an eyebrow, and his eyes were also cast.

The ambiguous look, full of teasing and pointing eyes, made John feel stagnant. He sighed inwardly that this woman was really like the rumor, and she was hooking a man and playing.

"I said, you kid, come to me secretly to cooperate with me and sell your big brother like this. What will your dad do if he knows?" Sanifensa teased.

"Since I am with him, why not take action first?" John said disapprovingly.

"Besides, isn't Alvin also your biggest concern?"

"I have clear ideas and ruthlessness. I like to work with people like you, giggle..." Sanifensa said with a smile at John.

"Where is your good-looking hand, you kill two birds with one stone. I still have to learn more from you." John also laughed.

"Look, look, I said he would come, then he would definitely come." Sanifensa glanced out of the car window and said with a slight smugness, "This Alvin, everything is good, but she loves to show off too much."

"But think about it, so how can such an outstanding young man not show off?"

When John saw Elvin and the woman arrived, he was overjoyed.

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"No. 19 Finch Street?" Alvin looked up and looked for the door sign, "It seems to be here."

This row of townhouses is located in a relatively old neighborhood, which has a bit of a hustle and quiet feeling.

"Are you..." After Alvin knocked on the door, a man with a half-covered mask came up with a smile.

Alvin immediately stood there and complained about the young emperor of the Fuwei Empire: "In this country, from top to bottom, everyone loves masks, which is probably inseparable from the emperor's hobbies..."

"Turang said there was a salon here..." Alvin said.

"Oh, it's Mr. Alvin." The man's face immediately showed an excited look, "My name is Turner Merrisey, and I'm very happy to know you, Mr. Alvin."

"Is this..." Turner even his breathing stagnated for a moment when he looked at the snow-haired woman beside Alvin.

"My wife." Alvin said lightly.

"Oh..." Turner nodded quickly and enthusiastically invited the two into the house.

Alvin roughly glanced at the furnishings in the vestibule. It was different from what he expected. The decoration and furniture were carefully taken care of.

"Come on, please choose a mask and wear it." Turner brought a mahogany tray from somewhere, with several exquisite masks on it.

Alvin looked desperate.

Onian was laughing secretly. Obviously, Alvin often complained about these fools who like to wear masks, such as the emperor, and Agrea. Now he wants him to wear one himself, it is a real torture.

"This is our surprise today." Turner looked at Alvin's painful expression and explained proudly, "Wearing a mask, no one can recognize anyone. The theme of today's salon is to find you, Mr. Alvin. Just in case anyone of them had seen you before, so everyone came up with such a wonderful way."

"Only I know what mask you are wearing," Turner said with a smile. "I will reveal the mystery to them when the salon is over."

"Then do I have to hide myself well and not be recognized by them?" Alvin asked with a wry smile.

"Yes, you can't be recognized too early, it's boring." Turner reminded.

"Ha, you still want to show off. I didn't expect that someone had thought of such a 'second method' to hide yourself as much as possible, but it was really interesting." Onian pressed his elbow against Alvin's waist, trying hard to hold back his laughter, and kept ridiculing.

Alvin glanced at her hatefully.

In the end, he reluctantly chose a "White Lion" mask.

Onian chose an extremely exquisite "swan" mask.

For some reason, Alvin stared at the mask in Onian's hand and glanced at it for a few more times.

Then Turner led the two through the open-air corridor toward the inner hall.

As soon as I entered the inner hall, I smelled a strong smell of oil paintings. Not to mention, the space in this townhouse is much spacious than Alvin imagined.

Alvin looked at it roughly, it was thick and

Dozens of guests came to this salon. They were really strange masks, including birds, animals, flowers, birds, insects, and fish. They were really eye-catching.

"What's wrong with you?" Alvin looked at Onian beside him and was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask.

Onian shook his head and said nothing was wrong.

There were about twenty paintings displayed in the inner hall, all of which were from the so-called "New School of Painting". Originally, Alvin was curious why these young painters invited him to come here, but after reading these paintings, he understood a lot.

His own "The Believers" hanging in the Saint-Fei Cathedral in Zanzarībara has many tacit understandings with these painters of the new school. However, Alvin's ability to use the environment to set off the atmosphere of the picture is more outstanding than these painters.

Alvin led Onian and looked at all these twenty paintings carefully. This so-called "new school of painting" is indeed a bit unique. They abandoned the rigid composition of the academic school, and controlled the opposite picture more creatively, making the whole painting extremely tense.

Especially before a picture of "Fishing Boat in the Sea", he stopped for a long time.

On the dim sea, there was a surging surging. The fisherman on the lonely boat fought fearlessly against the wild natural force under the moonlight. The moonlight covered by dark clouds could only project a few rays of light onto these fishermen. Therefore, those who admire the paintings had to guess the mood of the fisherman on the lonely boat under the shadow.

This technique of "drawing the virtual with reality and the environment is born from the heart" is truly brilliant.

Even Alvin was shocked when he saw it, and he felt that the young painters nowadays were indeed very capable. He looked at the signature in the lower right corner and it turned out to be Sanifensa Perone.

"This is the work of that evil woman?" Alvin felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly at this time, and all the praises turned into intestinal energy.

"Look, whose work is this?" Alvin looked at Onian beside him.

But I didn't see anyone.

He turned around twice, looked around, but still didn't see the "swan" mask.

For some reason, when he saw the name "Sanifensa Perone", he had a bad feeling.

So he quickly searched for the snow-haired woman in the crowd, but he saw no trace of her.

At this moment, a beautiful figure wearing a swan mask was caught by him not far away. He took two steps at a time and quickly walked up to grab Onian.

But when the woman turned around and saw Alvin, she hooked up with her very charmingly.

But Alvin didn't think about it and directly pushed the woman out of her arms.

This could not be Onian.

The half-faced face under the half-covered mask did look a bit like Onian, and the pair of golden eyes that cut water were trying hard to replicate her. But Alvin could tell at once that this woman was not Onian.

The reason is simple, Onion never applies perfume.

And the woman had a smell of precious perfume on her body.

Although this woman was not deceived into her attention, it made Alvin feel restless and was in chaos for a moment.

Because judging from the woman's outfit, this so-called "salon" is a trap that was arranged in advance. The target of this trap is not yourself, but the people around you.

This made Alvin panic.

He thought Sanifensa would have some moves at the Phoenix Site, but he didn't expect that he would have such an unexpected move. He thought that Lanwen was so easy to make a fuss, and Sanifensa would definitely use it, but he didn't expect that the old slut's target was Onian.

What puzzled him even more was how could the character of Onian disappear so quietly?
Chapter completed!