1143 Chapter 1143: Prom Three

After chatting with Bishop Ella for a while, I apologized and left, heading to the bathroom.

Because he saw Lancelot, he came to the villa openly and aboveboard, but no one present knew him, and he hid himself very well.

He was sneaking in the shadows, even ordinary high-level professionals could not see his true face.

"Your Majesty! I'm going to hit the Grand Instructor level."

Aslan stood in front of the bathroom washing his hands, and Lancelot appeared in the mirror.

Without raising his head, Aslan said, "Okay, you go back first, and leave it to Vlada for the time being."

Lancelot shook his head.

"Your Majesty, I want to try to break through in the central countries. Once I succeed, I will have the mark of the central countries, and I will be able to easily exert 100% combat power without being noticed by the world will in the central plain."

Aslan was silent.

This idea is very good, but there is a prerequisite.

That is to ensure that Sikano will not notice his identity on the Outer Continent when he breaks through.

Once discovered, there is no doubt of death.

This is also a test for Sikano. Once successful, it will be easier to create chaos in the central countries, and it may even trigger a war between the four empires.

In the end, Aslan agreed to Lancelot's risky behavior.

"Go and prepare, I will ask Medea to see if there is any way to help you."

Lancelot nodded, and his figure slowly disappeared into the mirror.

Aslan slowly grabbed the disposable tissue next to him, wiped his hands and exited the bathroom.

Aite, the personal servant, also came over and prepared disposable towels for Aslan.

"Master, there are some unsightly guests who have been pestering the two ladies."

Aslan nodded and rubbed his temples.

This shit dance.

What a headache.

At this time, because the last dance was still going on, Aslan was not in a hurry to consider a dance partner, and walked to the long table on the edge, planning to hurry up and eat some delicious food.

He had just picked a piece of steak doused in black pepper sauce, when he suddenly saw Helen approaching and took a cup of iced coffee.

The lady nodded to the host of the ball, smiled and said:

"This drink is very good. I didn't expect that coffee will have this flavor after adding ice."

"This is my own iced coffee, with some added sugar, it's a very good drink."

Aslan explained with a smile, and casually glanced at today's outfit.

"Today you are very beautiful and fascinating."

Helen smiled and said, "Can it compare to your two beautiful wives?"

"In terms of temperament, the three of you are evenly matched, and you, Helen, are even slightly better."

Aslan boasted fiercely for a while, Helen couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling.

Parks not far away was staring at this place closely, and the two of them just chatted for a while before they separated very tacitly.

One of them turned their attention back to the dinner plate, while the other took a sip of their iced coffee before returning to the place where they were chatting.

When a new dance was about to start, Aslan handed the plate and cup to the waiter next to him, and glanced at one of the male guests who was still pestering Artoria. He really wanted to go over and give him a punch, but This had become the custom of the upper class in Chester.

Aslan took the initiative to walk up to Arturia, and saluted with a smile: "Honey, do I have the honor to invite you to dance?"

Arturia smiled slightly, put the glass of champagne in her hand on the tray in the waiter's hand, and responded politely:

"It's my honor too, Darling."

The male guest smiled awkwardly but politely, turned and left.

This is the master's expression of his absolute possessiveness towards his wife, and at the same time, he is declaring his sovereignty over the couple's relationship at the scene. This means that in the future, at the dance parties attended by such couples together, Aslan will not be able to have any ambiguity with other women.

In the gentle and soothing melody, Aslan and Artoria are dancing. One of them is tall and straight, the other is slender and tall. No matter the rhythm of the movement, or the temperament and appearance, they are very suitable and very beautiful. They can almost be used as demonstration teaching .

Aslan took the initiative to break the atmosphere of silence, and in a light turn, he said casually, "I was jealous just now."

Arturia took the initiative to wrap her arms around Aslan's neck, and said, "This is your choice. If any male guest comes to pester me again, I will punch him to death."

Aslan responded with a smile: "For the safety of the male guests, it seems that I must always be by your side in the future dance parties."

After one dance was over, he sent Artoria back to her original position, and then went to the long table area because she was thirsty, and was going to quench her thirst with a glass of boiled water. He had already danced four dances, and he would at least dance again later. One, because Nomiri stared at him quietly.

This is the pain of polygamy. It is easy to say that the rain and dew are equal, but it is too tiring to actually do it.

At this moment, he saw Bishop Ella enjoying red wine there.

"How is it? This should be the first time you have held such a grand ball, right?" Bishop Ella raised his glass with a smile.

Aslan responded with a smile:

"It's troublesome and fun, and the biggest problem is, doing so many dances in one go, it's always tiring, sweating all the time, wanting to drink water."

Bishop Ella laughed and said:

"Although you are a magician, don't reduce your physical exercise. Sometimes, social situations are more tiring than you think."

Speaking of this, he showed a teasing expression and said: "Ms. Elena praises you quite a lot, and thinks that your inside is enough to match your appearance."

"Thank you for her affirmation!"

Aslan could only respond jokingly:

"A person's inner being cannot be seen through a dance."

Without waiting for Bishop Ella to show a smile that men can understand, he turned to say:

"Bishop, I have recently intervened in a business, and I may offend some powerful gentleman. I am a little worried."

He refers to the affairs of the Cremon Defense Company and the gun trade of the underground forces.

This matter, someone has to come forward.

It is only natural that Amuro, who supports the nobles behind the Razor Party, has a mentor-level powerhouse and is only a peak wizard in name, would be worried.

Bishop Ella tasted the wine and said, "Don't worry, Chester is the place where the law is taught, and God the Father will bless you."

"In this way, I can rest assured, and praise God the Father!" Aslan seriously drew a prayer gesture on his chest.

"In the Principality of Chiel, Claremont Defense Company is one of the best companies in terms of gun manufacturing technology, so I want you to help imitate a rifle in the production."

The next second, when Bishop Ella spoke, Aslan was taken aback for a moment, and at the same time, a turbulent wave was set off in his heart.

Pistols are prevalent, and shootings have also had a huge impact. I didn't expect the Church of All Knowing to prepare to start producing rifles so soon.