The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 524 - 296: An Su Exceeds Count Karlo’s Wish

It seems the older generation of artists had a better sense of humor.

An Su stared at his father with a feigned smile, never having imagined that in just one day he could be thrown off guard three times in succession. Even Merlin hadn't managed that, making you more formidable than Merlin itself.

Luo Xiaohei held its little belly and laughed out loud, then pointed at An Su's cheek with the tip of its tail, tilting its head and mocking.

Count Karlo was not joking at all; he stared at An Su with a stern face and said harshly, "And here you are, still goofing around. Look at Arthur from the Sun family, who is young yet already fertile, a young achiever."

The Sun, Moon, and Star families from the border region had always been in competition, and the three family heads were particularly averse to losing face in front of the other two.

Seeing that even the fool from the Sun family was about to have offspring, the future of his Chenxing family still seemed distant, which naturally brought Count Karlo's dissatisfaction to its peak.

"Old fart, don't you even pay attention to the main content of the news?" An Su said, his face full of annoyance; sensational headlines truly killed people.

"I've finished it," Count Karlo said expressionlessly, "I saw that you need to 'produce offspring', and there's a next time, mother's born. So get moving, I command you to produce offspring right here in front of me."

Old fart indeed.

Taking news out of context, right!

An Su's lips trembled slightly; Arthur should have blinded you with the Flash Egg.

"Perfect, today there are so many daughters from noble families. All of them are from high-standing families starting from Marquis."

Count Karlo stared calmly at An Su, issuing a decree-like tone, brooking no argument,

"Tonight, just go find any two to marry, and remember to get an invoice for the betrothal gifts so that the steward and accountant can reimburse you."

Since when does anyone process betrothal gifts through public accounts...

Marriage is a grave, the wedding night is a fun game by the grave, and the betrothal gift is the spoon for the game.

Now they're even issuing invoices for betrothal gifts; isn't that like publicly funded solicitation?

An Su was a law-abiding good young man; he wouldn't engage in such illegal and disorderly conduct.

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This old fart is indeed troublesome... An Su sighed, turning his head to look at the first floor of the Ceremony Hall, just as Count Karlo had said, filled with noble girls.

Their beauty was unparalleled, mostly dressed in white or light white evening gowns, revealing slightly their snowy busts, with slender waists matched with high-end Fleur-de-lis lady's hats, ladies' fans made of white tail feathers softly fanning the late summer fireflies. Some looked around, some were cold and lofty, some gentle and delicate, their girlish charms blossoming like early spring flowers, overwhelming the senses.

Just like a club, they had all types.

An Su thought to himself.

The young women were also discreetly observing An Su, lightly covering their cheeks with fans, glancing surreptitiously with fox-like tempting eyes—recognizing him by his grayish-white hair and pale blue eyes, they knew he was the favored An Su Moningsta, tonight's main event.

The girls had come to this evening party each with an agenda.

An Su, a mere inheritor of an Earldom title, was no ordinary Earl but one with a gold mine; coupled with the recent buzz about the young man in the Imperial Capital, even the Milton Royal Family personally overseeing his ceremony, should this young man abandon the Church side and switch to the political faction, it was imaginable that his rise in the noble circle and political world would be meteoric, like a unicorn breaking free.

Making connections with such a talented young man would undoubtedly benefit their families.

If they could subdue this Little Chunan with their charm, not only making him pay the betrothal gift but also reverse-marrying into their family, that would be a great gain.

Besides, An Su was very good-looking.

They thought to themselves.

Many girls were already preparing to act, their stances somewhat like tigers about to pounce on their prey, about to make their move when suddenly a calm and elegant voice echoed from behind,

"Mr. An Su, long time no see."

A Royal Knight dressed in high-level magic-guided arms pushed open the door, a blessed spear lightly dragging on the ground. The Holy Scar parted the crowd, the scent of the golden kite flower spreading out, stirring the scattered specks of brilliant golden light in the air. Even the noblest of young ladies had to willingly step aside because the newcomer was the main guest of tonight's banquet, the Third Princess from the Imperial Capital, known as 'Golden Kite Princess' Cersei Milton Your Majesty.

When the divine-given golden kite flower appeared, all other flowers must yield.

The entire venue suddenly became quiet.

This was the Farlor Royal Family.

It seemed as though all the radiance of the Ceremony Hall gathered in one place—

Today, Cersei wore a white gold half-length skirt, her index and thumb delicately holding the hem, slightly lifting it to barely reveal her snow-white ankle, her toes lightly touching the ground, her right foot stepping half a step back, the weight of her body lowered slightly, she performed a standard and graceful curtsy and then raised her head, her deep golden eyes reflecting An Su's cheek, with a mysterious, soft smile.

"Mr. An Su, I am finally meeting you again in the real world."

She also gave a bow to Count Karlo, managing with ease, "Uncle Chenxing, hello."

An Su got annoyed seeing this crazy woman; he had devoured her in the Nether World, although dying there left no memories, these things were not certain. The grand arrangement tonight was mostly pushed by Cersei; this lunatic was setting herself up on the fire.

"Only the best soil can nurture the finest fragrance of flowers. Just as the soil of Farlor, which has brought forth a young talent like you, Mr. An Su." Cersei's voice shifted, "The gift I sent you yesterday, did you receive it?"