The last streamers, such as the Viscount Baron, fell at the very end of the crowd and could not see anything.

The Viscount only hoped to get to the front row to have a close encounter with the Duchess, so that he could see how holy the Marquis Raphael was.

But couldn't get in at all.

Everyone was someone who wanted to go up and say a few words, and no one would let anyone else. Some people saw the Viscount squeezing hard, and they joined forces to squeeze him out.

The Viscount suddenly said, "..."

What are you doing, everyone is a fallen person from the end of the world!

The Viscount had to regretfully withdraw from the battlefield. He ran to the corner and turned on the light brain.

The royal honoring banquet refuses all forms of media interviews and live broadcasts, and also prohibits the circulation of photos and videos.

Before the Viscount came to the palace, he made a post on the Star Network in the form of text to vent his excitement about seeing all kinds of big people.

Now that open the post, see a huge amount of replies.

[Quick, quick, the landlord will broadcast live, what is the situation in the venue now? ]

[Woooooo, very few nobles are willing to live broadcast! I'm not very demanding, just describe the live broadcast in text, and I can too! ]

[Too hateful, one of my little sisters went to the award banquet, but she refused to talk to me. Said to go to suck Mianmian first! It's a shame, I don't even know where I am.]

[My sister too! Now the news is not back to me, alas, it's really a plastic sisterhood]

[what? Is Mianmian really at the banquet? real or fake? I was afraid of being deceived. This morning, I said that Mianmian would attend the meeting, but I didn’t see Mianmian again, so I was deceiving my feelings]

[I heard that the Duchess is at the banquet]

[I want to see Mianmian, I want to see Mianmian, I want to see Mianmian! Important things are said three times. ]

Seeing the various replies in the post, the Viscount scratched his head, typed on his light brain, and kept updating:

[The Duchess is indeed present. But it doesn't seem to be what we think it is. I've heard people say that Duchess Chris is also a nobleman - called "Marquis Raphael! Marquis". 】

The Viscount asked for help in the post: [What's going on? Why is the Duchess not Mianmian? Is there anyone to tell me the truth. 】

[Gah? Did you hear me wrong, my lovely Mianmian is obviously the Duchess. ]

[Yes, you are mistaken, isn't the equation of Mianmian = Duchess always established? ]

[Which marquis is the Marquis of Raphael? I remember that our Chaoyang Empire does not have this Lord, is it a new noble? ]

[what happened? I have been calling the Duchess for so many days, but in the end the Duchess is a Marquis? Who is this? I remember that Mianmian is a commoner, not a noble. Mianmian first came to Central Star and received humanitarian aid. ]

[Did His Royal Highness cheat or Sivir cheated? ]

[Landlord, please inquire more and see more, if you have made a mistake. The mispayments and stand-in memes we said before are all joking, don't let us take it seriously]

The Xingwang users in the post didn't quite believe it, and some even thought the Viscount was spreading rumors and threatened to report him.

The Viscount himself could not believe it. After all, with the character of the Duke, there is no such thing as new love and old love.

The doubts in his mind were growing. Just in time to receive the notification that the award banquet was about to start, the social networking before the banquet was announced, and the nobles went to the banquet hall one after another.

The crowd originally surrounded by the Duchess dispersed, the Viscount's eyes lit up, and he took the opportunity and rushed forward like crazy.

The Duchess walking side by side in front of them was about the same height, and the Viscount rushed forward, bypassing the pedestrians.

He turned his head, his eyes swept across Sivir, and then he looked at Raphael Hou, Hou, Hou...

Viscount: "???"

The Viscount blurted out: "Mianmian?!"

Mianmian with fluffy bunny ears? !

The Viscount nearly got a nosebleed.

The strange behavior of the Viscount was due to the fact that two waiter robots had already stepped forward to stand up to him, fearing that he would do something drastic to the Duchess.

"You are so rude." The waiter robot holding him looked serious, "You should call His Royal Highness Marquis Raphael!"

How can you call me by name!

"?" Tu Mianmian, whose name was called, looked sideways. I happened to see the Viscount who was breathing heavily and covering his heart.

"What's wrong?" Tu Mianmian wondered.

Sivir glanced over there and saw that the Viscount's eyes were about to stick to Tu Mianmian.

The Duke was expressionless, "Maybe it's your fan."

He pulled Tu Mianmian and continued to walk forward, undisturbed by this episode.

The Viscount, who was held up by the waiter robot, watched Sivir and Tumian go away.

He fell down softly, relying on the strength of the two robots to support himself from slipping to the ground. Moaning: "My God...the Marquis...it turns out to be Mianmian.

vest

what……"

Two waiter robots: "..."

The Viscount stretched out his hand tremblingly and pinched his own people: "The little Marquis is so, so cute."

Exquisite and beautiful rabbit-eared boy, he can!

The Viscount, whose soul seemed to fly, was forcibly dragged to his position in the banquet hall by the waiter robot.

The Viscount finally recovered his strength, sat well, and raised his hand to open his brain.

"His Royal Highness." The waiter robot held his hand, and his expression became more serious: "The award banquet is about to start, please pay attention and don't do other things."

Hearing the words, the Viscount looked up and found that His Majesty the Emperor had already appeared. He quickly put away his light brain, and did not dare to desert again.

The two waiter robots remained by his side, probably watching him, preventing him from doing anything rash. -

After the award banquet started, the events continued to ferment in the posts that relevant insiders had no time to care about.

[Why did the landlord never come back? Didn't you say go to inquire? ]