Chương 132: Sorry, I already have a dance partner.

Sitting in the main seat, Xia En remained unfazed by the hostile questioning.

Lord Alden's face turned frosty.

"Guards, please remove this gentleman who is disrupting the banquet."

As soon as he finished speaking, two guards who were standing at the entrance of the banquet hall walked in.

Upon seeing this, the man in the top hat laughed loudly, "Feeling guilty, are you? Even if you ask me to leave, the fake won't become the real."

Shaun raised his hand to stop Lord Alden.

They had actually anticipated this situation.

Moreover, public opinion is most vulnerable to "tacit approval." As the man in the top hat himself said, asking people to leave was not the best way to handle the situation.

This will only allow distrust to take root in everyone's hearts.

People have a mouth, and when it's time to speak out, you should speak out without hesitation, and ideally, make the rumors explode on the spot.

"What evidence do you have for what you're saying?"

The man chuckled.

"What evidence is needed? This information is common knowledge among the people of the northern countries."

"In other words, you have no evidence."

With that, Xia En stood up, picked up the ruby necklace around his neck, and said in a puzzled tone, "You're spouting nonsense here without any evidence."

"you!"

The man in the top hat choked for a moment, and became somewhat agitated.

But he quickly relaxed his tone, "Surely you're using clever words and flattery to try and mislead people? Do you think these adults here will believe you or me?"

Sure enough, his words immediately caused many guests around to whisper among themselves, and many of them showed hesitation and unease on their faces.

The man in the top hat looked around at the reactions and a smug expression appeared on his face.

Just then.

A soldier suddenly ran into the banquet hall.

Report.

The soldier knelt on one knee and presented a letter to Lord Alden, his powerful voice echoing throughout the hall.

"My Lord, we have received an urgent letter from the [Count of Granat]."

Listening to the soldiers' report.

Lord Alden looked at Shane, his gaze questioning.

Xia En gently shook his head.

Clearly, this unexpected situation was beyond the expectations of both of them.

Shaen glanced down at the ruby necklace around his neck, feeling somewhat uncertain. He hadn't informed the other party beforehand about borrowing Earl Granat's name.

But the other party must have learned about this from unofficial sources about two weeks ago.

If the other party is angry — At this moment, everyone's eyes in the hall were focused on the official letter.

"What should we do?!"

Philon's gaze also showed some anxiety.

Zain also began to feel a little uneasy.

"What's your relationship with that count like?"

Shutark thought for a moment, "It's alright—they won't expose us, will they?"

Zain frowned.

"It's hard to say. In the northern countries, impersonating a noble is a very serious crime—" As he spoke, Zain habitually picked up the wine glass in front of him, as if he wanted to take a sip to calm his mind.

As a result, he was immediately pinned down by Philon.

Zain quickly came to his senses, took a few deep breaths, and silently pushed his glass away a little.

Below the main seat.

The man in the top hat chuckled.

"Count Granat is known for his iron fist. Impersonating him is a serious crime."

"My Lord, you would be better off making this letter public to show that we, [Frich], have nothing to do with such hypocrites."

Otherwise, if that iron-fisted count found out that we were hosting a banquet for such a person, Friedrich would probably have no allies left.

The man in the top hat's high-pitched voice echoed throughout the hall.

None of the nobles present dared to object.

Indeed, this is the case; the city of Frisch cannot afford to offend any faction. Already weakened, it needs allies, not enemies.

Lord Alden slowly descended from his seat, approached the soldier, and reached out to take the letter.

Leng Su's gaze swept around, finally settling on the face of the man in the top hat.

He then unfolded the letter.

The letter contained only one line of large text— [I have heard that Mr. Xia En has traveled to your area and encountered a siege by the Demon King's army. The situation in the city is dire, which has caused you great concern. You have prepared a batch of supplies, which should arrive in a little over a month.] As the lord's deep voice rang out, the words echoed throughout every corner of the hall.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the hall.

The once smug man in the top hat seemed to have been choked and immediately became mute.

Immediately afterwards, whispers filled the hall again, but this time, the worry and unease on everyone's faces were gone, replaced by ecstasy.

"It really is Count Granat!"

"Frich will provide material support!"

"Great! Now we can hold out until our troops recover!"

This exciting news brought smiles to everyone's faces.

Everyone looked at Xia En with immediate respect.

At the same time, the gazes directed at the man in the top hat began to turn hostile, especially from the two soldiers closest to him, who were ready to arrest him at any moment.

Lord Alden handed the letter to Shane.

"Guards, seize this person who intends to incite conflict between [Fresh] and [Granat]."

The lord gave the order.

The soldiers rushed forward eagerly.

The man in the top hat was instantly pinned to the ground.

During the conflict, the huge hat on his head rolled off.

Xia En glanced at it.

There were no demon horns on his head.

He felt a little regretful. Just now he had suspected that the guy who jumped out to cause trouble might be a spy from the demon race.

It seems I was overthinking it.

He's probably just a troublemaker who's not convinced of his own abilities.

Following the lord's instructions, the soldiers took the man away and imprisoned him to await further instructions.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually returned to a relaxed state.

Frillie took the official letter. Besides the large text, there were also several lines of smaller text at the end, written by the Countess to Shane: How are you feeling?

Did you make any new friends along the way?

Did you enjoy your trip?

[If you run out of travel funds, remember to send a message back.] These few words, almost entirely of everyday conversation, convey a mother's deep love for her son.

Xia En could imagine the scene where the countess insisted on leaving a message on the letter after the count finished writing it.

He couldn't help but smile.

"Will they reply?" Frillie asked.

Xia En nodded.

"Of course."

The ball continued amidst the melodious music.

After that, no one questioned Xia En's identity anymore, and no demon spies jumped out to assassinate or cause trouble; everything went smoothly.

During this time, several beautiful ladies came to invite Xia En to dance. The ladies' eyes sparkled with affection, and their gazes towards Xia En were tender and loving.

Xia En politely declined, saying, "I'm sorry, I already have a dance partner, and I can't leave her here alone."

The noblewoman walked away dejectedly.

While eating her dessert, Frillie quipped, "You can't dance, can you—" Xia En raised an eyebrow.

"Whether I can jump or not, you'll find out by trying."

He then extended his hand to Frilian.

Frillie paused for a moment, her hand holding the fork still.

She glanced at the dessert in front of her, then at Xia En's smiling face, hesitated for a moment, and gently put down her fork.

Just then.

A commotion broke out in the meeting room.

Someone fainted.

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