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Chapter 37

After the footsteps came from the door, there was not even the last sound in the banquet hall. Even Li Bai stopped eating, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, stood up from his sitting position, and waited for Qiao Nan's arrival.

Finally, there was movement at the door.

This wooden door is made of solid wood, and the texture is very hard and heavy. Usually, people below level 30 can't push the door open.

The banquet hall is usually open for the convenience of the servants to enter, but now a banquet is being held inside, and the door is naturally tightly closed to prevent people from outside accidentally bumping into people inside.

To push such a heavy door open, it takes a lot of strength, and when you push the door, it will make a lot of noise to remind the people inside that someone is coming.

It was the sound of pushing the door that drew the attention of everyone in the room.

In fact, what they thought was that when Jocelyn came over, his father should also come with him, but now the fact is that Cyril did come, but Jocelyn didn't.

When he saw the figure at the door, the banquet hall was completely quiet, and the city master gate, who was in the front row, stared at the person who came in at the door.

They seemed unable to believe their own eyes, their hands trembled slightly, their eyes widened, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

The man was wearing a black-gold robe, and his long platinum-gold hair was pouring down and hanging down at his waist. His expression was indifferent and his facial features were deep, but because of the relationship between temperament, the pair of blue eyes just swept lightly, It made my heart tremble uncontrollably.

His Majesty……

They subconsciously shouted the name in their hearts.

In fact, the difference between genuine and fake products is very obvious. They have also seen many people who look similar to Qiao Nan, but at first sight of them, they will notice the gap between him and the real His Majesty.

That is a bearing that can't be surpassed no matter how disguised it is. No matter how similar the facial features are, no matter how similar the small movements are, when two people stand together, they can still be distinguished at a glance.

"Who are you? What happened to the guards outside? Why did everyone come in?"

Those city owners who didn't know Qiao Nan didn't react for a while, and they were a little angry when they found out that the person who came in was not the one they knew.

They were already gearing up for their preparations just now. Just as they were about to wait for someone to come, they would give him a slap in the face. Who would have thought that it was someone they didn't know?

"Aren't you waiting for me?" Qiao Nan evoked a smile, his smile shredded the indifference in him, and made him fall from a height, Qiao Nan asked, "Now I'm here, It's really unreasonable to despise me."

"Our name is Jocelyn Cyril, the Crown Prince of the Dragon Race, are you?"

"I think it's precisely because it's Jocelyn Cyril that you should take it seriously. If there is a diplomatic problem between the two races because of you, Amos will not spare you."

Qiao Nan pushed hard with both hands and opened the door to the maximum. The door rumbled to both sides, and behind him were Cyril and the housekeeper.

The housekeeper is a firm Amos party, he should have gone to invite Jocelyn, but now he is following behind this unknown person, and even Cyril is willing to follow behind him, which is incredible.

Who is this man?

This is tantamount to publicly supporting the other party. The most difficult thing for them to understand is why Cyril, who is unwilling to bow his head even in front of Lord Amos, is now behind a strange man.

That man's strength is weaker than everyone present, except for the servants.

But if this is Cyril's son, he can do such a thing.

But this looks different from Jocelyn!

The housekeeper went to the front to show Qiao Nan. He was the protagonist of the banquet, so he was naturally placed at the top. Qiao Nan walked through the door and stepped on the red carpet under everyone's attention. to the top.

In order to attend the banquet, Qiao Nan deliberately took out the more gorgeous dress from his backpack, dragged the heavy black robe on the ground, and made the sound of salad salad when he walked on the ground.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" The man who came out after Qiao Nan came in, stretched out his hand displeased and wanted to grab Qiao Nan, but he was caught by the city lord next to him as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Don't do it."

The person who held him was the Thirtieth City Lord Furneus. This gray-skinned and elegant man was a well-known intellectual among the Seventy-two City Lords.

He rarely does anything, and even if there is a dispute, he will first use reason to persuade the other party, and then use other means.

In fact, the city lords like them have always looked down on Furneus. After all, in their opinion, a big fist is the last word. Furneus usually does not fight, and rarely has disputes with others. Over time, those people will Forget that Furneus also killed people on the battlefield, and is also a standard demon.

"Let go of me!"

"Flash, I didn't hold you when you were stupid before, but now I have to hold you when you are stupid." Furneus didn't let go, but the weak body seemed to these people, but at this moment His wrists were tightly bound like handcuffs, causing his bones to ache, and even let out a weak moan/groan.

Furneus is a rare brain faction within the Demon Race. He has lived for a long time, and he is considered to be the same period as Amos, but his ability is not biased towards the direction of battle. In the 72nd Legion, which was promoted by strength, the position was slightly behind, but it was also in the middle and upper reaches.

He is eloquent, good at debating, and can even make enemies of both sides a friend, an ability well suited for development in the army, with twenty-nine legions in his hands. It is a relatively rare city lord who is not ranked high, but has real power in his hands.

Even if his ranking is not high, the weight of speaking among the seventy-two city lords is quite heavy.