Chapter 893 The Queen's Ball

Joan forced a smile, and reached out to touch the smooth and delicate exoskeleton of "Miss Ruby".

"Ruby, I'm not angry. What I said just now did not mean to criticize Mrs. Josephine. Don't take it to heart."

"You say that, I have no objection! But 'Old Fox' is different, Ruby, I must tell the truth about his vicious attack to the master!"

Ruby's eyes are serious, showing absolute loyalty to the mistress.

At this time, Professor Moriarty turned his head and gave Joan a meaningful smile.

"Joan, aren't you researching 'worm disease'?"

"This mythical Enlightenment Giant Mosquito is actually a carrier of the 'Insectization Virus'. If anyone is bitten by her, even if they are lucky enough to survive, they will inevitably be infected with the Insectization Disease."

"In a crowded place like a hot spring resort, this big mosquito is like a mouse falling into a rice tank, and it is likely to become a scourge for spreading the virus."

"Why don't we kill her to eliminate a major hidden danger for public health and safety, and at the same time provide you with a research sample, how about it?"

After hearing Mr. Professor's words, "Miss Ruby" was so frightened that her tentacles and wings stood on end, and she screamed, "Devil! Devil!"

Qiao An hurriedly comforted the frightened Miss Ruby, and told her with a smile: "Don't be afraid, the instructor is just joking, just teasing you."

"It's only a joke! The devil's heart is so vicious!"

Ruby yelled excitedly.

"Little brother! If you stay with this big devil, there will be no good results. You should run away with Ruby and me!"

"I said it was just a joke, don't take it seriously." Joan was very helpless.

Just when Ruby sharply condemned Professor Moriarty, the carriage had already started to slow down, and the brightly lit banquet hall was ahead.

"Ah! We're already here, Ruby has to go!"

When Miss Ruby saw the light, she seemed to be taken aback. She quickly flapped her wings and flew into the air, her figure gradually disappearing.

"Ruby, aren't you going to Lady Josephine's ball?"

Joan turned his head and shouted towards Ruby's invisible direction.

"The master said that I would scare her guests if I showed up in public, and no man would be willing to invite poor Ruby to dance with her..."

"Miss Ruby" sighed resentfully in the night sky.

Qiao An couldn't bear it for a moment, and said to her without thinking: "Unfortunately, I can't dance, otherwise I will be your dance partner..."

"Hee hee~ Little brother is so kind, Ruby is so touching!"

"Ruby can dance, and she dances very well. If I have a chance, I will teach you how to dance!"

"Little brother, I have to go, I wish you a good time tonight."

"Thank you, Ruby, and see you later."

Joan waved to the place where Ruby disappeared. Without hearing her movement, she turned around and got off the carriage, catching up with her mentor.

There is still about a quarter of an hour before the dance officially begins.

Tonight's guests have basically arrived, and the brightly lit hall is very lively.

When Joan first stepped into the banquet hall, he was still a little cramped, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

But he soon discovered that he didn't need to be nervous at all, since no one here recognized him anyway.

From time to time, well-dressed men and women came over to greet Professor Moriarty with wine glasses.

All Joanne had to do was keep smiling, and when the tutor introduced him as a student to his friends, he bowed at the right time, shook hands with the gentlemen, or kissed the fingertips that the ladies handed over.

He is very uncomfortable in such an occasion, but as long as he compresses his consciousness and pretends that he is a construct that can't think and can only execute a fixed greeting program, he won't be so nervous, but a little funny, feeling that he Like a puppet acting on a stage.

Joan, an acquaintance who had entertained the tutor, could finally take a breath, loosen the bow tie that was tightening around his neck a little, and observe the layout of the banquet hall.

In the center of the hall is a wide dance floor.

It's not time to dance yet, only the band is playing a cheerful welcome song.

Around the dance floor, there is a circle of long cold dining tables.

The table is full of roast meat, ham, oysters, cheese, chocolate, caviar, various fruits, cream cakes with a sweet smell, and many exquisite desserts that Joan can't name.

Shiny glass goblets, piled up to form a pagoda, glow with dreamlike brilliance under the illumination of magic chandeliers.

The expensive sparkling wine is placed obliquely in the ice bucket, and next to it are boxes of cigars as thick as fingers, for guests to enjoy at will.

Just when Joan was dazzled by the sumptuous and luxurious meal in front of him, the velvet curtain on the opposite balcony suddenly lifted, and a couple of men and women came chatting and laughing.

Joan immediately recognized the lady in the crimson backless evening dress as Mrs. Josephine who had met once at the top of Bailun Mountain.

The man holding the Countess's arm was tall and straight, with a dignified appearance, with curly brown hair and mustache showing traces of careful grooming.

This man, who looks more youthful than his actual age, is undoubtedly a handsome man. Even if his overly fat belly makes him look like a walking "pear", it does not detract from his masculine charm. It expresses a graceful aura commensurate with its age, occupation, status and worth.

Even if he didn't know this man before, Joan could guess that this man was the hero of tonight's banquet just by seeing his extraordinary demeanor and the deep affection in his eyes when he talked and laughed with Mrs. Josephine. Mr. David Kaufman.

"Baby, you are so beautiful tonight."

"Honey, you're hot too."

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The sweet love words between the unmarried couple reached Professor Moriarty's ears through the noisy background sound, making the smile on his face a little stiff.

"The same fat growing on ordinary people is a symbol of ugliness, laziness and gluttony; but if you are lucky enough to grow on the belly of a millionaire, it becomes a symbol of sexiness. This world is really unfair."

After hearing the mentor's sour complaints, Qiao An couldn't help but laugh.

But having said that, if a man does not have a net worth of millions, he really can't control the weight of more than 250 pounds.

At this moment, Mrs. Josephine seemed to be aware of the gazes of Professor Moriarty and Mr. Joan. She twisted her swan-like white and slender neck, looked through the crowd, landed on them, and nodded slightly. Greetings, beautiful faces with smiles.

Joan hurriedly toasted the countess.

Professor Moriarty, however, seemed to ignore the smiling greeting from his ex-girlfriend, and turned to greet other acquaintances.

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