Warhammer Wizard

Renn has been looking at each other since he got out of the car.

The first impression of this marquise is glamorous. Her figure is not very tall, only one meter six, but the front convexity is very hot, and the opening of the low-cut dress reveals a large amount of plump snow and gully. The bottomless, smooth and white skin, with red curly hair draped over her shoulders, her hair beating like flames when she shakes her head, similar to the image of a lady with long hair.

　　 Her every move, every smile, is as graceful as if she has been carefully trained, exuding amazing charm, and her slightly hoarse voice is full of indescribable temptation.

　　 Without knowing in advance, who would have guessed that this is a pope!

　　 The Eye of Soul also confirmed her strength. A true holy-rank spellcaster, underneath his graceful and luxurious appearance is surging spirit power, which can release nine-ring spells at any time.

　　 "Mrs. Eliza, admiration for a long time."

　　 Wren stepped forward to greet, leaned down in accordance with noble etiquette, and kissed the delicate hand that Mrs. Eliza stretched out.

"Your Excellency the Earl is the one who makes people admire your name for a long time. We have been looking forward to your arrival. Viola has mentioned it many times." Lady Eliza retracted her hand gracefully, and her big round eyes looked at Rennes generously. On the face, he covered his mouth and smiled: "You are as handsome as the rumors, and I don't know how many aristocratic ladies are going to be heartbroken."

　　 Viola tightened Ren's arm slightly and lifted his chin, with pride in the brilliance of Gu Pan.

　　 "Madam is absurdly praised." Renn said modestly.

　　 "Please come in, the salon will begin soon, and many people are looking forward to seeing the heroic demeanor of Lord Earl." Mrs. Eliza turned around and personally led the way.

　　 Her steps are not hurried, she walks around and brings a charming fragrance.

　　 Ren couldn't help being attracted by her back, his eyes slid down, and landed on an impulsive part. He slammed in his heart, and quickly moved his eyes away.

　　 Entering the mansion, what you see is the magnificent hall.

The hall of hundreds of square meters is luxuriously decorated. A dozen expensive crystal lamps illuminate like the day. The sofas and coffee tables are meticulously arranged. There are expensive paintings on the walls. There are many musical instruments in the corners, not only without the slightest nouveau riche atmosphere. , On the contrary reveals deep aristocratic heritage.

　　 At this moment, dozens of guests have arrived in the hall.

　　 Everyone has been dressed up carefully. The ladies are beautiful and beautiful, and the men are well-dressed. They gather in small circles in twos and threes, with wine glasses in their hands, whispering about topics under the cover of the melodious music, with a very focused expression.

　　 However, Renn saw at a glance that this was just appearance.

　　Almost all the guests were not thinking about discussing. When they and Viola entered the door, they immediately stopped talking and cast their eyes to the door.

　　 Then, whether it was a man or a woman, his eyes were filled with surprise.

　　 There was a sound of inhalation in the hall.

　　Some men even almost lost their attitude, looking at Viola blankly, their eyes dull, and turning a deaf ear to the words of their female companions.

In his previous life, Rennes often saw the news that a certain female celebrity was "suppressing the group". Today, who is pressed on this occasion, and who is pressed in that place tomorrow. I used to think that it was all unscrupulous media who took money to brag. , I don't believe it at all.

　　Until now, he didn't realize what a real Yanya Qunfang is.

　　Mrs. Eliza’s salon, all the female guests who participated in the salon were outstandingly beautiful, and there were also a few of them who were rare in ordinary times, but Viola compared them all as soon as they appeared on the stage.

　　 The half-elf just stood there and became the focus of the audience.

　　 Her beauty is so dazzling, as if there is a halo on her body, people can't look away.

　　 Rain's Soul Eye saw all sentient beings, admiring, stunning, admiring, and even jealous. Various emotions were tumbling in people's hearts, and even the self standing next to her was ignored.

　　 Happiness!

　　 Mrs. Eliza clapped her palms to draw the attention of the guests back, especially when the men were finally awakened by the applause.

　　 "Everyone."

　　 She said loudly: "Let us welcome today's most distinguished guest, and also the long-awaited guest, Mr. Rein Augustus, I shouldn't need to introduce more!"

　　 "Speaker Rennes!"

　　 "Your Excellency the Earl of Glamorgan."

　　 The guests saluted Rennes from all directions in the hall, raised their wine glasses, or nodded in the air, with flattering expressions on their faces.

　　 As Mrs. Eliza said, the name of Rene Augustus, who has never heard of it?

　　 These days, it is even hotter in Northreal.

With the continuous exposure of the supervision team and the questioning meeting, especially on the first day, the photo of Rennes in the form of a semi-giant overwhelming the wizard of Nether, which made the headlines of various newspapers in the empire, let the people of the entire empire see The power of Rennes.

　　 The Renn in the newspaper photo is not very clear, and his appearance is a little fuzzy.

　　 Most of the people at the salon were first to meet Renne himself, and it was inevitable that they were full of curiosity about this young man in the limelight.

　　 Some of the guests who intend to make friends ignore the etiquette of the salon, and leave the people around them and approach Rennes, vying to introduce themselves. Of course, there are also a few people whose goal is not Ren, but Viola beside him, wanting to appreciate the peerless beauty of the half-elf up close.

　　 Rain stopped these **** people with his gaze.

　　 For those who really want to make friends, Rehn responded kindly and talked a few words.

　　 The guests who can be invited to the salon by Mrs. Eliza are either rich or noble, either rich or wealthy, or powerful and extraordinary, or nobles of extraordinary origin.

　　 Several of them are also imperial councillors attached to the Mordu faction.

　　 Rehn is most concerned about them, carefully remembering everyone's name, and observing their minds with the eyes of the soul. In the future, they will need to nominate and vote for congressmen to compete for consuls, so that they can build their own momentum, and now they have to build a good relationship.

　　 Viola has been leaning against Renn, like a real female companion, never making a sound, making a quiet vase.

　　 This is inconsistent with her identity and character, but she enjoys the feeling of being by Renn's side.

　　 "Ladies and gentlemen, our salon has begun."

Mrs. Eliza stood in the middle of the crowd. Her opening remarks stopped Rennes’ communication with the Imperial Senator. “Our theme today is music. Now, I will sing a song for your distinguished guests. This is my new song. As the prelude to this salon."

　　 "Good!" The guests applauded loudly.

　　 Someone smiled and said, "Then we are really blessed."

　　 There were also guests who immediately sat down and exclaimed: "It's been a long time since I heard the marquise's beautiful singing, I am looking forward to it."

　　 The hall was quiet.

　　 Mrs. Eliza's smile narrowed, and a lute appeared in her hand, she held the piano in her arms and tested the sound for a few times, and then strummed it gently, and the melodious sound of the piano rang.

　　 She took a breath and sang:

　　"I have scars all over my body, I have longed for your gentle caress for a long time

　　 Destiny meets, despise the stars

　　 I will tear my atrium away and let your love occupy..." (Note 1)

The singing voice that Wan Zhuan listened to was accompanied by the sound of the piano, and a few words of lyrics firmly grasped the heartstrings of all the guests present. People unconsciously immersed in the singing, looked at Mrs. Eliza in trepidation, and forgot what they were holding. action.

　　 Ren also listened attentively.

　　 He doesn't know any singing skills, but he can also hear that Mrs. Eliza's level is definitely comparable to or even better than the top singers in the previous life.

　　 The best concert is nothing more than that.

　　 Sure enough, to be the president of the Empire Art Association, Mrs. Eliza is definitely not in vain.

　　 Her new song tells a poignant love story. The lyrics have many metaphors that allow many people to see their own shadows. The expressions on their faces are different, some are sad, some remember, some are fortunate, and some are indifferent.

　　 Halfway through hearing, Ren felt a slender cat grabbing his hand.

　　 He turned his head to meet Viola's affectionate eyes, his brows were flirting, as if he had a thousand words to say, so he smiled at her and clasped his fingers tightly together.

　　 A few minutes later, a song ended.

　　 Mrs. Eliza stopped playing and singing, but did not speak immediately, as if she herself was immersed in it for a while and could not escape.

　　 After more than ten seconds, the guests came back to their senses, applauded.

　　 "Thank you all."

　　 Mrs. Eliza got up and bowed to the guests around her to thank her. She returned to her smile and said, "I will show my ugliness first, and then I will hand over the stage to everyone."

A young man dressed as a bard stood up and talked freely: "Madam's singing is more exquisite, and this song is also very beautiful. It is a rare and excellent work, but I think there are still some shortcomings. , Dare to comment a few words."

　　 "Lord Kermit, please say, I am listening." Mrs. Eliza was very humble.

　　 Then there is a long talk.

　　 Of course, some people objected to Lord Kermit’s point of view, and they immediately jumped out to oppose it. The two sides argued endlessly, but they remained decent overall.

　　 After several rounds of discussion, Mrs. Eliza made a summary, controlled the rhythm, and invited the next musician to perform.

　　 When the performance was over, everyone discussed again, and the scene was very lively.

　　If you are a real music-loving person, you must like this salon very much. For example, Viola listens very seriously and occasionally stands up to speak and wins unanimous approval.

　　In fact, this is not only a music salon, but also a good platform for display.

　　 To express one's own views through music, make friends with nobles, win the hearts of beautiful women, or hunt for beauty, everyone has his own purpose.

　　 However, Renn has no interest and has not commented on a word.

　　 When others ask questions by name, they also shake their heads and say they don't understand.

　　 Some guests were contemptuous. They didn't dare to show it, but they couldn't escape the eyes of the soul, and Renn didn't bother to pay attention.

　　He can play the piano, only for his hobbies, he can only perform for his beloved, and never show it to win eyeballs. He didn't know anything about those music discussions. In his opinion, many people's views are actually grandstanding, and they just want to get some people's attention.

　　 More than ten rounds of music exchanges took place, and two or three hours passed quickly.

　　 Renn began to feel a little boring.

Mrs. Eliza seemed to be aware of his thoughts. When this round of discussion was over, she immediately got up and announced: "It's late at night. This is the end of the public communication session at the salon tonight. Next, I invite you all to enjoy wine and food, take a break, and take a break. After that is a private party, I have arranged a secret room with my servant, where you can spend the night or have a chat with your friends. Please feel free to do so."

　　 As her voice fell, the crystal lights in the hall dimmed.

　　 One by one, the beautiful maids brought fine wines and delicious snacks. They were dressed in light gauze skirts and had graceful figures. The key organ in the corner was also played with soothing music, which suddenly made the atmosphere in the mansion hazy and charming.

　　 The guests dispersed, reclining relaxedly on the sofa, enjoying the food.

　　 Someone also walked onto the balcony outside and talked in a low voice.

　　 Some men and women whispered a few words to the maid, and the maid took them out of the hall, not knowing where they were.

　　Many men's emotions immediately rose. The private gathering after the salon was their real **** hunting ground, their eyes turned around on the female guests, looking for suitable prey.

　　 The most dazzling one today is undoubtedly Viola.

　　 This is also the first time she stayed to participate in the second half of the Salon. However, Renn beside her was prohibitive, and no one dared to come forward to strike up a conversation.

　　 Ren took Viola's hand into the garden.

Maringau Manor has a very large garden with a distinctly beautiful church style. There are sculptures between the flowers and trees, and fountains are used nearby. Every bush has been carefully trimmed, and the flower sheds and pavilions are entwined with green vines. , There are paths with painted patterns between the blooming flowers, and there are many hidden and charming corners with benches for lovers to have private meetings in the garden.

　　 The expense of this large garden alone is worth the cost of a wealthy viscount family.

　　 There is also a shrine of a lady with long hair in the center of the garden, no less than that of the Longshande Art Association, shrouded in mystery.

　　 The two wandered in the garden for a while, UU reading www.uukānshu. Com sat under a flower shed.

　　 Viola drank some fine wine, his face was slightly reddish, and looked even more glamorous and irresistible, and Ren couldn't help tasting her sweet scented lips with the expression of wanting to refuse.

　　 "Happy?" Renne asked in a low voice.

　　 "Hmm." Viola snuggled in his arms, "I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. I will show up publicly as your lover, and it has finally come true today."

　　 "As long as you want, I can accompany you at any time." Renn said softly.

　　 Viola nodded with joy.

　　 In fact, she knows very well that this is impossible. Renne has too many things to be busy, but it is enough for him to have this intention.

　　 They sat hugging each other, whispering love words, relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, Ren's expression was a bit strange, turning his head to look in a certain direction in the garden, Viola also listened for a few seconds, a rhythmic sound mixed with a low groan came, and suddenly understood what was going on there. .

　　 She found that Renn's eyes looked at her very playful, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved.

　　 "We..."

　　 Viola lowered his head shyly, and a breeze blew in from outside the garden, and the wind brought Mrs. Eliza's voice: "Please go to the third floor, please."

　　 (Note 1: This song is Thewolvenstorm from The Witcher 3 Kingfisher Tavern. It tells the story of the white wolf Geralt and Ye Naifah. It’s very nice.)

　　 (Note 2: Book Friends Group 590158141, welcome to join.)