Chapter five hundred and seventy-one: The Prelude to the Rainy Night
On the soft and thick carpet, following the figure in the aristocratic white dress, Fangran held Ling's hand and walked in a corridor on the side of the ball hall.
Behind him were men in military uniforms, who seemed to be attendants to protect the safety of the female prince.
After arriving at the penultimate room, the maid at the door bowed deeply and opened the door respectfully. It was still a living room full of aristocratic luxury, with two attendants standing straight on both sides of the door.
He walked into the room but did not sit down at the reception area. He stopped at the door. Fangran looked at the woman with beautiful platinum curly hair in front of him and turned around. She looked directly at Fangran with clear blue eyes and whispered softly.
Speak calmly:
"I want to talk to you alone."
Smooth and accurate Chinese sounded from the mouth of the classically gorgeous European beauty. The moment the sense of dissonance appeared, Fangran's eyes condensed.
Because this is not a modern era where diverse civilizations blend together. It stands to reason that no one in Italy a hundred years ago should be able to speak the Chinese language!
Then there seems to be only one answer
Looking at the clear and beautiful blue eyes of the woman in front of him, Fangran held Ling's hand and stood at the door in silence for a moment, then breathed out softly,
He took out a dark rectangular card like magic, lowered his body and winked at Ling and said with a smile:
"Ling, wait for me here for a moment. This is a super effective amulet for you."
He took the rectangular black card from Fangran's hand, held both sides with both hands, looked at him with big light golden eyes and nodded gently, indicating that he understood.
"You take care of her needs and safety, and remember not to let anyone else in."
"Understood, Your Highness."
Her snow-white chin clicked slightly, and then she looked at Fangran:
"Then let's go."
Then he turned around and took him into a door leading to the inner room.
Behind the door was not a room, but a passage leading to the innermost part. Only one person could pass through the long and narrow corridor. He followed her and finally came to a door.
She took out the copper-colored key from nowhere. The sleeves were covered with white silk lace, and she twisted it with her slender white palms. The decoration behind the door was not very luxurious but rather simple and peaceful, giving Fangran a kind of temperament that could be associated with her.
intuition,
This is her private room.
"Sorry to meet you dressed like this,"
The slender fingers intertwined, and a crisp sound sounded. Fangran saw that the feminine and soft aristocratic white dress on her body disappeared like an illusion. What appeared was what she was originally wearing, which looked like hunting clothes. Her neat and handsome appearance looked a bit like a male suit.
white clothes,
The patterned tassels of the prince's title, the straight and slender silk trousers, the ladies' high-heeled leather boots, the cuffs with exquisite white pleated lace, the gorgeous and delicate collar and the bow tie inlaid with an emerald.
Somewhat like the girl Fang Ran saw a hundred years later, but now she has a far more complicated and gorgeous design than the white suit.
Returning to her original appearance, she looked at Fang Ran and spoke, then placed her left hand on her collar and chest, looking directly at the young man in front of her.
"Before I get down to business, I would like to introduce myself. I am the second prince of the Kingdom of Italy, and I am also the manager of the participants in this country."
"Alleria Le Guin."
Milan, streets near the Prom Hall.
At several places more than a hundred meters away from the dance venue, they were all standing at a height where normal people would probably feel weak in their legs just by looking down.
Myerson took the lead and jumped up. The church's sound transmission circle lit up the skin near his ears, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable cold anger.
"What a powerless and impudent technologist, he actually brought that kind of weapon to the streets openly!"
Regarding the situation a moment ago when the flaming red steel, which was obviously not a product of this era, raced across the street and almost caused a riot, Myerson could not bear to order:
"Xig, be tougher when you warn him and tell him not to be so arrogant here!"
"I don't hate this approach, but you have to know that the technologist from the Far East is being received by His Highness the Prince at the moment."
Standing on the roof of the building closest to the ball hall, the sky turned from sunny to gloomy, and the fierce night wind blew up the priest's robes. Sigg, who had a curved mouth, played with his fingers and chuckled carelessly.
What?
Hearing the unexpected situation, Myerson frowned slightly. He flew across a street and stopped at the edge of the roof of a building, then looked in another direction.
"In that case, there is no need to confirm his attitude."
In that direction, the fiery red Ferrari was parked quietly in front of the ball hall. Even if it was extremely curious, no one would approach it.
From the other party's domineering behavior and attitude, Myerson felt that he had understood that this was an unscrupulous guy.
Using his abilities wantonly to interfere with the real world, and openly displaying his weapons in front of the world, this kind of behavior is enough to be judged according to dogma to seriously interfere with the lives of ordinary people, and mandatory sanctions must be taken!
"Wales,"
After confirming this, Myerson directly called Wales by name and gave the order.
"Find a way to get the little translator girl next to him to leave, to ensure her safety and not to be used as a hostage,"
"Okay, I understand, let the little girl find a safe place to stay, right?"
Standing on the other side of the ball building, Wales, who was also wearing a clerical robe and shawl, agreed, and then flicked his fingers to release a ghost-like creature, which floated into the ball building with a casual and playful smile on his lips.
"Kesty, you go and guard in front of the ball hall. Once we take action, you will immediately destroy his weapon."
"Ah, what a pity. It looks so handsome. I want to wait until we catch that guy to sit on it and try it out."
The woman who silently and calmly followed the order did not speak. The white shadow of the running priest flew under the gloomy night that seemed to be raining. On the contrary, Sigg, who was guarding the dance building, spread his hands and shook his head with a sigh.
"If you want to be blown up by him with that weapon, you can go up and sit down now."
Myerson's voice sounded coldly in the magic circle. Hearing this, Sigg still smiled wildly and pretended to be disappointed and said frivolously:
"Yeah, forget it then. I cherish the beauty of life very much."
As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of his body's balance and fell towards the street on his back.
The sky is getting darker and darker at night, the gloomy darkness is getting lower and lower, and the roaring night wind is getting louder and louder, which seems to have foreshadowed that tonight's restless rainy night is coming.