This is a dinner.

The church used the dinner to welcome representatives of major forces. Surprisingly, Yang Dashuan was also invited.

Emperor Henry looked up at Yang Dashuan from the bottom of the building, feeling so angry that his teeth were itchy. This little bastard not only dared not to sell his face, but also dared to threaten himself. The head of the empire was completely lost. Originally, Yang Dashuan did not appear tonight, so this guy forced himself to usurp the old John and sent him an invitation so that he could be embarrassed at the banquet. [.com]

Yang Dashuan blinked with the invitation.

Compared to fucking, Yang Dashuan is not even afraid of the Emperor. But this kind of show is said to have to sing and dance on the spot, which really makes him feel a headache. What's more, this guy knows that his virtue is only his own, even if he goes, he is afraid of embarrassing Old John.

Leren was desperately persuading him, and Lao Yang kept wavering his hands.

I won't go no matter what I say.

Not to mention his rough appearance, he will automatically be shorter in front of those handsome men and beauties. The key issue is that Lao Yang doesn’t even have a decent coat now. This guy has a habit of pulling his clothes and rushing up barely when he fights. Now the only coat on hand is Leren’s sewing to repair it, which can barely cover Yang Dashuan’s chest with teeth and claws. He wears it with a sturdy look, and it can’t stop it. It is full of patches, and at first glance it looks a bit retro punk.

"I won't go!" Yang Dashuan sat back on the bed.

As the flower of the alliance, Old John would naturally not let his future son-in-law make a fool of himself. After a while, the maids held a wooden box that was said to have been sent by Joan of Arc himself. Leren happily took the quaint box and brought it to Yang Dashuan.

Yang Dashuan weighed it and it was not heavy. When he opened it, he found that it was a robe of a Confucian scholar.

Alice twisted up her robe and hurriedly put Yang Dasun on.

It turns out that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

After changing into this outfit, Yang Dashuan's tough aura that could not be stopped was immediately covered under his slender robe. The tight inside and wide outside sewing did not seem awkward, and it was not at all hindered when walking.

Several elf maids brought a bronze mirror over, cut off Lao Yang's chin with a razor, combed the weed-like hair, and tied it neatly. Leren and Alice only glanced at it, and could no longer move their eyes.

After getting used to Yang Dashuan's wild side, none of them expected that Yang Dashuan had such a gentle and soft side. If he could restrain the barbaric aura that was always out, he might be able to compete with Xiang Shuai.

The function of this robe is not just good-looking. A row of crystal buttons extending from all the way to the ribs, using a "seven-star-tight" arrangement. On the back of the Confucian robe, there is also a Pisces pattern with gold and silver patterns, which are embroidered with secret gold and esoteric silver. It is said that this pattern comes from the ancient Eastern Empire and has mysterious power. After wearing it, it can automatically have the martial arts of "attack, defense, dodge" and the speed of "sky and lightning".

Of course, this is just a legend.

However, judging from the magic shock coming from this robe, this thing should be true.

Yang Dashuan drooled all over his mouth. Without spending a dime, he got another piece of magic equipment.

Unfortunately, this time they were only invited alone, so Lelen and Alice had to stay in the mansion. Before leaving, Yang Dashuan handed over the "Ring of the God of Fire" and the "Tactic Call of Wild" to the two of them. He also reminded them that if there was danger, don't do anything to make trouble.

When he heard from Fanny that they were planning to attack the mansion at night, Yang Dashuan was worried about these two girls. He asked the elves of the Musket Team to pay more attention to the night and not get out of the basket. The little giant Iverson also volunteered to stay in front of the mansion, with a big man as a man who could not do anything.

It was not until all the arrangements were made that Yang Dashuan walked with the carriage with peace of mind.

Since the dinner was the top priority this time, John Old Man set up the reception dinner in the church's main church instead of the largest luxury hotel in the capital. However, there were very few people who could dine in the main hall, and there were only eight people who counted over and over again.

Old John and Joan of Arc representing the church, Xiang Shuai of the Elf Empire, Wen Li, the unknown druid, the giant beast priest of the Bemon tribe, and Emperor Henry, one of the heads of the three empires. Surprisingly, Yang Dashuan also appeared in the main hall. After trimming his hair and beard and changing into a Confucian robe, Lao Yang really thought something. However, his yellow accent and external tune could not touch the essence of this guy.

Sitting at the round table, except Joan of Arc, everyone who saw Yang Dashuan looked like a bit of Maus shit was mixed with the expression of a dinner party.

Of course, the dinner cannot be so monotonous.

In addition to the few main owners, there were also a group of maids with a smile. The two blond women served Yang Dashuan. Although they came from the desert area of ​​the Far East, they still spoke in a coquettish voice. They were full of curves, tall figures, and even slit skirts similar to cheongsams. When they were holding silver plates to deliver food, Yang Dashuan even had his eyes straightened.

These two women are wearing the most popular black fishnet stockings under the slit skirt.

The temptation was filled with infinite charm, which made Yang Dashuan swallow.

If Joan of Arc hadn't been watching him with his future father-in-law, Yang Dashuan would have wanted to make a few tricks and taste what the touch was like.

Henry XIII and Xiang Shuai were the only two men present who did not need to serve the maid. Behind Xiang Shuai were his followers from the Elf Empire, looking pure and lovely. Henry XIII followed two men, seeing the two male servants taking care of them in every detail, which made Yang Dashuan doubt the sexual orientation of this guy.

As for the elf next to Xiang Shuai, it was true. It was the Naga who escaped from his territory last time. When Yang Dashuan thought of the Naga elf who was almost extinct on the mainland, he felt an itch in his heart.

There was a salmon from the Suprati River for dinner.

Although this fish has many thorns, its meat is extremely delicious. Especially fish roe, it is a famous flavor dish on the mainland. Yang Dashuan once thought of eating this kind of salmon, but this kind of fish is extremely difficult to raise and transport. Often, the fish will become stinky just halfway through the road.

When everyone coughed, Yang Dashun's eyes were already dull.

The turbulent blonde maid bent down and was carefully helping Yang Dashuan pick out the fish bones. This chest comparable to the Kemeser Mountains made Yang Dashuan smack her lips. It is said that these maids are only sixteen or seventeen years old, which is even bigger than Alice's breasts. Although Yang Dashuan's hand on his legs did not touch randomly, he kept gesturing... But no matter how Yang Dashuan wields, he found that one of his hands could not be completely controlled.

"What does Lord Roger? What do you think?"

Old John frowned, bent his fists and gently pressed the table. The crisp sound made Yang Dashuan come to his senses and looked around in a daze. Yang Dashuan then realized that the dinner seemed to have reached the stage of chatting. He was not full yet and was still stuffing things in his mouth. For Yang Dashuan, the dinner here was so delicious, and it was a bit too much to eat with his cheeks.

"What?"

Yang Dashuan asked in a daze, and swept away the salmon on his desk with a gust of wind and clouds. Finally, he touched his greasy mouth, and saw that the blonde maid was about to take the plate and leave, and then added again. "Let me turkey, I'm not full yet."

There was a chuckle on the round table.

Yang Dashuan rolled his eyelids and raised his legs against the seat with no taste. "People are iron, food is steel, and they are not hungry! By the way, what did you just say so happily?"

"Our Mr. Roger is really humorous. His Majesty the Pope asks you, your views on this ten-year period and the competition process." Joan of Arc smiled awkwardly and quickly smoothed out the situation for Yang Dashuan.

"Me? I have no opinion!" Yang Dashuan looked at the people around him and sneered in his heart, saying, "Don't you just want me to make a fool of yourself? Okay, I'll make a fool of you!"

"A gangster is a gangster, and he can never get rid of his nature. Even if he changes into a new set of clothes, he cannot cover his inner essence." Henry XIII picked up the dining cloth and wiped the corner of his mouth gracefully. "I really can't figure out why people like this can come to the main hall to share dinner with us."

Yang Dashuan ignored him because the maids served two more plates of turkeys, and he was too busy eating and too lazy to talk.

For a moment, the entire main hall was quietly quiet, and everyone looked at Lao Yang, either contempt or disdainful.

The only priest Pig who sat side by side with Yang Dashuan looked like he regarded Yang Dashuan as a confidant. Before leaving, His Majesty Resack specifically advised Blatt not to embarrass him. After touching him, he was still half full. Blatt admired Yang Dashuan's personality of fearlessness.

After thinking about it, Blatt asked the maid behind him to ask for another baking full boolean.

Even the Bemon, who represented the tribe, set a precedent with Yang Dashuan, so the others were naturally embarrassed to speak again. They could only let the two big-bellied arhats eat and drink while smacking their lips.

Although it was a dinner party, most people did not open their arms to eat. Now seeing the two of them eating oily mouths, they couldn't help but feel hungry again.

Since Yang Dashuan did not answer, Old John had to give up.

The representatives of the Alliance and the tribe do not want to speak for the time being, so there is only the Elf Empire left. Old John turned his eyes to the elegant Xiangshuai and nodded. "Mr. Liu Xiang, what do you think of this ten-year period?"

"Your Majesty, don't be so polite." Xiang Shuai returned the gift politely. "I am already half sure of winning this time!"

When he heard this, Yang Dashuan kept pouting.

"However, I still have some small concerns. If Your Excellency Roger does not participate in the tenth year, then I will at least have the confidence to win!"
Chapter completed!