“…”

The hall suddenly fell into death silence. Jing Hua used the technique of "Thunder and Shishi" when he spoke. The sound was not loud, but it reached the deepest part of everyone's hearts.

The nobles were well educated since childhood, and they were all very smart. They also knew that they were corrupt and degenerate and their lives were extremely decadent. However, after staying in the circle for a long time, the atmosphere around them was like this, and they naturally followed the flow.

After a while, Count Dorn woke up like a dream. He pushed away the maid next to him and jumped up naked.

"You, you...what did you say? Who is the trash?"

The other nobles also came back to their taste and their faces became very ugly.

"What did you say, boy?"

"The rustic bun, so brave!"

"I think you are like trash, you..."

Everyone in the hall was filled with indignation and scolded them. Jing Hua turned around and picked up the wine glass from the table, holding it high to greet the nobles.

"My colleagues, it's just a trick. You won't be really angry, right?"

"ah......"

"ha?"

The nobles were speechless and didn't know how to answer. They came to Beckman's residence as a guest, and they were instructed by the Count in advance to give the "landboys" some color. So Vasily deliberately took the lead and everyone started to cheer together.

"Exciting" and "surprise" were said by the nobles themselves, but the other party really made an "accident" and everyone turned against each other. Although the nobles didn't care much about their shame, it seemed a bit inappropriate to spread the matter.

The smell came back quickly and was about to continue to scold loudly, Jing Hua suddenly raised his glass again without waiting for someone to speak.

"'Accident' seems a bit too much... It's rare that everyone gets together and cannot let down a happy banquet! Come on, let's cheer for the garbage!"

In the last two words, he used "Thunder and Shishi" again to order the nobles to penetrate the hearts of the nobles. Most people have no cultivation at all. They cannot resist the "pressure" of the foundation-building monks, and they can't help but pick up the wine glass and take a sip.

“Gu…”

"Ahem......"

The nobles felt even more strange as the spirits came to their stomachs. They couldn't tell what it felt. The hall fell into strange silence again. Earl Beckman stood in the shadows upstairs and saw everything in his eyes.

He did not make a rash sound, quietly took a few steps back, turned around and came to the secret room on the third floor. The candlelight in the room was swaying, and the imperial prime minister Schmidt was sitting at the table.

"How is it? Rudolph, how about the new viscount?"

Beckman came to the table and bowed slightly, "As you said, the Oriental Viscount is arrogant, arrogant, very strong, and does not care about offending anyone. To be honest, he is not like a nobleman at all, nor even like the character of most Oriental people..."

"It's strange, right? Such a madman can survive until now, and he is becoming stronger and stronger?"

Schmidt picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Actually, I'm also very surprised. Why would Xichee's local forces and the third prince recommend him to be an earl? Usually, they will try their best to get rid of him..."

Earl Beckman replied, "Maybe...they want to borrow the power of the imperial capital?"

Schmidt said, "Oh? If this is the case, we need him to live even more... It's good to be arrogant... It's just that he is arrogant and has the urge to ruin everything, right?"

The prime minister narrowed his eyes and kept drawing circles on the edge of the teacup.

"Rudolph, who did you send?"

"It's Paul, he is the 'war general' of the empire. The level should be similar to Dongfangwu, so it's reasonable for him to test it."

"No need, I'll let Rommel come over and see what this viscount has...Rudolph, when you go to entertain guests, don't have less formalities, be sure to satisfy the guests..."

Beckman was slightly surprised.

Rommel is a "red robe warrior" and ranks fourth among the Imperial Generals. His combat skills are very good, and he is known for his toughness and courage and decisiveness in killing. But the sword has no eyes, what if there is a mistake?

The count's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something. In the end, he did not say a word, bowed and bowed and left the secret room, and came to the hall outside.

The music in the hall was graceful at this moment, and the three dancers twisted their waists and danced gracefully in the center. Their movements were hot and unrestrained, and they took off their dance skirts from time to time and ran to the side. The nobles around them laughed strangely, diluting the embarrassment just now.

Beckman smiled slightly. Baron Smith was sophisticated and sleek, and knew that he could arrange singing and dancing to relieve the atmosphere temporarily. He was a talented person. In the future, he could hand it over to him to handle the banquet.

He waited for a while, and saw that the dancer was almost exhausted, he waved his hand to signal them to come to an end. The Count was the confidant of the prime minister, and hosting the banquet was nothing but a piece of cake for him.

At this moment, everyone drank fine wine and tasted pastries. Several viscounts introduced the style of the imperial capital, interspersed with some palace anecdotes and romantic affairs, which brought the atmosphere of the dinner to a climax. Seeing that the temperature was almost done, Beckman put down his wine glass and introduced Jing Hua to the nobles.

"......Everyone, the Viscount Oriental is young and promising, brave and good at fighting. The Marquis of Tywin, Duke Duke, and Prince White, who are in the West, all highly recommend him to the royal family. I believe that in the near future, a young Count will meet the emperor and accept his majesty's blessing. This is an imperial event..."

Beckman spoke nonsense in a lingering manner. The guests knew it well that the Prime Minister's Mansion had decided to promote Dongfangwu's title. The nobles actually had a lot of opinions about him, but no one was a fool, and no one would fight against the Prime Minister's decision.

"Your Excellency Dongfang is young and has a bright future..."

"There is another pillar of the world..."

"Smack sex..."

Everyone applauded and cheered, and blessing words poured out like a fountain. Beckman and others said almost everything, and continued with a smile: "... Everyone, it's time for the game. Viscount Oriental was powerful with his martial spirit. He had defeated five 'white-robed warriors' independently. Haha, I definitely couldn't beat him, so today's 'gent challenge', the Earl's Mansion invited General Rommel to help us test the new Count's magistrate..."

“Wow….”

A small commotion occurred in the aristocratic crowd.

Many people knew in advance that Viscount Paul took action. It is said that he is of the same cultivation as the Eastern Martial Arts, and is very suitable for challenging opponents. Earl Rommel is an imperial hero and has been fighting against the "Shenlu Empire" for many years. Although Earl Beckman has a high position and a powerful position, he will definitely not be able to mobilize General Rommel.

Those who reacted quickly immediately thought that it must be Lord Schmidt who was behind to control it. Only the Prime Minister of the Empire could arrange for Rommel to participate in the "game", and others had no reason to interfere in this matter.

The nobles further speculated that Viscount Oriental was overly arrogant and angered Lord Schmidt, and even sent strong men to teach the "landscape" some lessons?

Beckman didn't care about everyone's thoughts. He still had a smile on his face and turned to face Jing Hua.

"Oriental Viscount, I know you are also a noble 'magic'. 'Gentleman Challenge' is just our game. It is best not to take out martial arts, magic, puppets, etc...."

Jing Hua bowed slightly and said, "As you wish."
Chapter completed!