Wait a minute... How did this fat boy from a poor family sneak into the night banquet of a wealthy family?!
What qualifications does he have to attend the banquet?
Is he worthy?
These doubts linger in the minds of the guests.
Out of social etiquette, no one said anything.
However, there is one exception.
She can ignore any social etiquette.
Just say whatever you want.
If you want to lose your temper with whomever you want, just lose your temper with them.
So wild and arrogant!
So unscrupulous!
Who is dissatisfied? Hold it in!
She is the heroine of tonight's banquet, the dean's granddaughter.
She is also Angel’s appointed girlfriend.
The eldest among the rich ladies, Pamela!
"That one named Felin, don't you think you are very greasy?"
"Seeing how active you are, I thought you were such a great person."
"It turns out that I just came from an unknown small family and awakened the garbage bloodline!"
The blond Pamela has a sneer on her lips.
Aim at Felin with full firepower!
He was so ridiculed that he couldn't get off the stage.
"To be honest, neither you nor that boy named Allen are worthy of tonight's event."
"Only because Angel insists on inviting you, I have to give him this face."
"That Allen, at least he knows something. He knows that he can't stand on the stage, and he is too embarrassed to get in front of others. He just finds a corner and huddles up. It's not that I can't tolerate it."
"Well, you really think of yourself as a socialite, don't you?"
"You don't even pee and take photos of yourself, are you worthy?!"
"Based on your background and bloodline, even one more look at you will stain my eyes!"
"You actually jump up and down in my house, call men brothers and sisters, and pay attention to women when you see them. Who gave you this courage?"
"I'm curious, do you really not know that you don't belong to this circle?!"
Felin blushed when Pamela squeezed him.
In a world of warlocks where blood is paramount, class barriers are strict.
The naive young man ran into the wall.
My head was bruised and bloody.
Only then did I realize how thick this transparent ceiling is.
If he, Felin, is a child of a noble family, then his social talent will be a huge advantage.
He is the most handsome star at tonight's banquet.
But he just wasn’t qualified.
The same dashing demeanor, the same witty humor and wisecracks make you look like a clown in the eyes of others.
Like the emcee at a wedding ceremony.
No matter how hard you try to heat up the atmosphere, you are still not qualified to serve.
The cleverness and eloquence that Felin was so proud of were of no use at this moment.
All he was left with was ridicule and embarrassment.
Pamela scolded Felin, but she still wasn't relieved.
Turning around to face Angel, his pretty face was as gloomy as ice.
"You also come from the lower class society."
"I can understand that your vision is too low and your vision is too narrow. After all, the environment you lived in before was too harsh."
"However, my tolerance has limits."
"You must abandon everything in the past as soon as possible and sweep all those worthless things into the trash."
"I might as well say it bluntly, the two friends you invited today are really not flattering."
"Don't associate with these worthless low-class people in the future. It's a waste of time and feelings."
"Listen, Angel!"
"What I just said to you was not a request, but a command!"
"Do you understand?"
Facing Pamela's aggressive attitude.
Now it's Angel's turn to be embarrassed.
Allen, a bystander, couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Angel's status in the dean's family is equivalent to that of a prospective son-in-law.
In front of Pamela, I have no confidence at all and cannot speak out to defend my old friend.
What's more, he is not good at words, so what else can he expect except silence?
The result, of course, was an unhappy ending.
"In just one year since we came to Warlock Academy, the gap in status has widened and the friendship has also changed."
At the crossroads, when Felin said goodbye to Allen, he couldn't help but sigh bitterly.
"From now on, we should have less contact with Angel, so as not to embarrass him in front of new friends!"
……
Three days later.
Warlock Academy.
A huge glass hall with various stalls.
The crowd is like a weaving, and the hawking is booming.
This is the largest trading market in Warlock Academy.
Against the glass curtain wall, there is a circle of bulletin boards.
Densely posted with notices.
Various bounty tasks, service agents, all kinds of things.
Allen walked through the crowd and quickly came to the notice board on the north side.
Find the notice I posted the day before yesterday.
A concise purchase information is listed above.
"Want to buy: Textiles that stretch ten times without breaking!"
Now, below this purchase inspiration, there is a message.
"I have the silk thread you need, come to my booth to discuss it in detail."
Allen copied down the stall address, turned and left.
Five minutes later.
Allen came to a stall.
The female stall owner looks about 17 or 18 years old, with an average appearance but a rather voluptuous figure.
"My name is Allen, what do you call me, senior sister?"
"Just call me Weaver Girl."
The female stall owner obviously did not want to reveal her identity.
A pair of big dark eyes looked at Allen up and down, then suddenly stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his lips.
This little gesture is vaguely suggestive.
"Sister, can you show me the goods?"
"No problem."
The Weaver Girl bent down, opened the counter drawer, and took out a roll of translucent silk thread.
Each thread is as thick as a pencil lead.
Weaver Girl randomly took out one and handed it to Allen.
There is still a weird smile on his face.
It seems that he is waiting to see him make a joke.
Allen took it and tried to stretch it.
This thick thread is indeed super elastic and tough.
Stretched ten times, there is no sign of breakage at all.
After rebounding, no obvious deformation can be seen.
Allen is pleased with the material's performance.
I was about to return it to Weaver Girl, but I found out embarrassingly...
The thick thread sticks to my hand and I can't pull it off no matter what.
"Hehehehe..."
Weaver Girl has been waiting for this good show for a long time.
Seeing Allen in a hurry, he was satisfied with her prank and laughed happily.
"Sister, I'm sorry, look at this..."
Allen spread his hands helplessly, not knowing what to do with that nasty sticky thread!
Weaver Girl held his wrist.
Crane your neck and come closer.
Under Allen's surprised gaze, he stretched out his tongue and licked his hand.
The soft and moist tongue tip swept across the palm.
Allen couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
It’s strange to say.
When the thick silk comes into contact with Weaver Girl's saliva, it immediately loses its stickiness and falls off naturally.
"My saliva can neutralize the stickiness of spider silk, but it will not destroy the original elasticity and toughness. You can rest assured."
Weaver Girl explained softly.
"Spider silk?" Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Can't you see?" Weaver Girl smiled slightly, "I raise a group of giant spiders at home, and they spin silk once a week and sell it in the market."
"That's it!"
Allen's eyes were opened again.
"Young handsome boy, it would be inconvenient for me to tell you what you bought the giant spider silk for?"
Weaver Girl asked curiously.
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