The Evil God Stick 002: Retreat Without a Fight

  The atmosphere in the hall was still extremely warm, and no one knew what means Princess Nina had used, anyway, nobody dared to discuss what happened earlier again.

  Du Fan changed into his formal attire and came downstairs from the second floor. Although others couldn't help but look at him with a few hints of ambiguity and strangeness in their eyes, no one dared to come up and ask him anything.

  He and Old Mark sat in the corner for a while longer before they saw Mia walking in from the direction of the main gate, but there was no sign of Emily.

  Du Fan seemed to be lost in thought as he glanced at Mia a few times before losing interest. He picked up the fruit wine on the table, swirled it around, and then took a grape from the table and put it into his sleeve.

  After hearing a faint meow, Du Fan narrowed his eyes and his gaze wandered aimlessly in the hall.

  Finally, everything calmed down, and everyone present knew the true purpose of this banquet. So, for once, the usually drunk young masters and misses behaved themselves.

  All that was seen was that the crystal chandeliers on either side of the hall gradually dimmed, until only the one in the middle remained.

  Princess Nina slowly walked from one side of the hall to the center, followed by a fully armed knight who was holding a small box in his hands.

  Everyone present couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, their eyes fixed on it, as if they would pounce on the box and snatch it at any moment.

  Du Fan frowned and looked far away, after a while he said in a low voice: "Grandpa Mark, what's inside that thing is the Mirak medicine, right?"

  Old Mark glanced at him and said, "I'm not very clear either. After all, this kind of legendary thing is not something that an old servant like me can see at any time. However, with at least five masters sitting in the hall right now, plus the mobilization of the Imperial City Guard outside, judging from these two aspects, what's inside should be the Mirak medicine."

  "Really?" Du Fan rubbed his nose and chuckled, "If, I mean if, Grandpa Mark you go up there now and grab that thing back, how much confidence do you have?"

  Old Mark smiled wryly and said, "To be honest, not even one tenth of it exists. Although I still have some skills as an old servant, I don't dare to be arrogant in this place either. If Third Young Master had this idea from the start, I think it's better to forget about it."

  "Heh, would I be that kind of person?" Du Fan smiled faintly. "Grandfather Mark, want to make a bet with us? The price of getting the Mirak medicine is definitely not something an ordinary noble can afford... do you believe me or not?"

  Old Mark thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "Third Master, it's better not to make this bet. No matter how you look at it, I'm bound to lose."

  Du Fan smiled faintly and stopped talking, but his eyes were fixed on the Mirak medicine, after all, that was something that could change his life.

  Princess Nina stood in the center of the hall, looking around in all directions, but she seemed to be waiting for someone else, and none of the nobles nearby dared to urge her on.

  All of this made the silence on site a bit eerie.

  At last, a flurry of footsteps came from the doorway. Judging by the sound, it seemed to be a group of people walking in armor.

  Everyone's face showed a few points of strange color: but never heard that anyone came to attend the royal banquet wearing armor.

  But as soon as a tall figure appeared at the door, everyone's face showed a few hints of "so that's how it is", and besides that, the man's jealousy and the woman's adoring gaze intertwined together, forming an indescribable flavor on the newcomer's body.

  The man who appeared in armor was nearly 1.8 meters tall, looking strong and sturdy, with a beautifully decorated silver armor that looked similar to the one used by the Holy See. On the chest of the armor, there was an embossed lion head emblem. His face was extremely handsome, belonging to the kind of face that was even more delicate than that of ordinary women. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a good-looking arc, but what caught people's attention the most was his hair. Although most of it was black, there were some silver hairs mixed in with the black ones, and those hairs seemed to be emitting a faint glow. For some reason, this mix of black and white hair color not only didn't give him an old feeling, but instead made him look even more handsome and majestic.

  Old Mark frowned and looked at the newcomer, muttering: "It's him..."

  Du Fan stared at the newcomer for a few moments, his eyes lingering on the slightly familiar face before asking, "Grandfather Mark, who is this person?"

  "Don't you know him?" Old Mark's face was a bit strange, "This imperial capital is basically everyone knows him, this person is the one who has been called a genius since childhood, Aldas, the heir of the Belinger family, and also the brother of that Miss Emily."

  Old Mark couldn't help but look at Du Fan with a worried expression, thinking that if Aldas was here to settle accounts with Third Master, things would be troublesome...

  Unexpectedly, Du Fan's face revealed a hint of a smile when he heard Old Mark say that. He said in a low voice: "Auerdas? It seems... the Bellinger family is really determined to get Mirak medicine this time. The other families didn't understand the meaning of the royal family and didn't send official family members, but the Bellingers..."

  Upon hearing Du Fan say this, Old Mark's expression changed slightly as he said: "Young Master...if that's the case, then aren't we..."

  He waved his hand and made a gesture to calm down, saying: "Let's just watch quietly together, it seems that this matter is getting more and more interesting. It's still too early to say anything now, no one knows who will win in the end, but precisely because of this, it makes things even more interesting."

  Old Mark looked at the hint of strangeness on his young master's face, and his heart skipped a few beats, but he didn't say anything else. He just nodded and hid his figure back into the darkness.

  A'erdashi stood at the gate, gestured with his hands towards his back, and a row of neat voices seemed to have dozens of people retreat from beside him. His tall figure hesitated for a moment at the door, but immediately walked towards Du Fan's direction.

  Princess Nina in the center of the crowd furrowed her brow but didn't say anything more, and the atmosphere at the banquet became incredibly strange.

  A'erdasi slowly walked up to Du Fan's front, seemingly wanting to say something, but never opened his mouth.

  Du Fan swung his wine glass and glanced at him with a hint of surprise in his heart.

  It turns out that Du Fan is not as ignorant as Old Ma Ke thought, especially for a genius like him, he has also been paying attention.

  I remember when I was very young, after hearing about the emergence of such a heaven-defying figure, Du Fan couldn't help but wonder more than once whether he himself had crossed over or if it was someone else who had crossed over.

  Now looking at this legendary guy for the first time, Du Fan couldn't help but secretly sigh that, to say nothing of other things, just this demeanor alone is not something that this kind of small fry can compare to. If he had a body like his, even if he couldn't turn his hand over to cover the sky and his hand under to cover the rain, he could still dominate the world.

  What a pity! Just like good cabbage is wasted on pigs, this fine leather bag will also be used by swine.

  Just as Du Fan was sighing, Ordas was also staring at him up and down, of course, he didn't have mind-reading skills, otherwise, if he knew what this bastard was thinking in his heart, he might not be able to help but slap him into a meat pie.

  In his eyes, Du Fan was not outstanding, ordinary looks, ordinary figure, fortunately he had an extraordinary origin, otherwise this kind of person would be lost in the crowd and wouldn't even bother to take a second glance, but why did this guy manage to make his hot-tempered sister suffer such a great loss?

  Auerdas knew his sister, although she was a bit of a handful, but she would absolutely never do something like that. So if such a situation were to arise, the only possibility is that Dufan had played a trick.

  Before that, he had never seen Du Fan, and because of his long years in the military, he was not clear about Du Fan's reputation among the people. After all, he was a genius known throughout the imperial capital, so why would he go to inquire about a divine stick, especially in the imperial capital where there were more priests than pigs?

  So he had already made up his mind that everything was Du Fan's fault, and as long as he dealt with him, he would naturally find a way to avenge his sister.

  But now that he saw Du Fan, his heart began to beat faster.

  Auerdas saw at a glance that Du Fan's body did not have the slightest fluctuation of magic, nor was there any sign of fighting spirit. From whatever aspect, he was an ordinary person. This kind of person, even if it were ten or a hundred, would be no different from a target in front of his own mischievous little sister.

  Moreover, the most crucial thing is that Du Fan's face has a kind of calm and sacred expression, which makes him feel an absurd and unparalleled feeling, as if he is not facing an ordinary young man at this moment, but a priest who has been practicing in secret for unknown years.

  Sacred, shocking people's hearts!

  Ardas let out a deep sigh in his heart and couldn't help but start to suspect, could it be that his own sister really couldn't bear to lay hands on him?

  At this thought, Ouerdas couldn't help but reveal a few bitter smiles on his face. He let out a faint sigh and finally couldn't say anything, feeling somewhat dejected as he retreated.

  The number one genius of the Imperial Capital, Orudas, retreated without a fight in the face of the holy purity of the White Robed Priest Dufan.