Alchemist’s Daily Life In Foreign World

"Hiss..." Edward suck in a breath of cold air, this section seems to be familiar! The dance party was one of the main battlefields where the protagonists of the early online essays pretended to be slapped in the face. Why is it my turn this time?

He asked calmly:

"I am sorry and inexperienced, is there anything special about this first dance?"

Mr. Henry An exaggerated expression of shock looked towards Edward and asked:

"Do you really know?"

"You know, although I am a native of the White Eagle, I am a blacksmith His son. He was able to attend the dinner at the Duke’s Mansion because he had formed an alchemist by chance. I really don’t understand this tradition.” Edward said.

"I was negligent. I thought I was only the son of a hunter back then. It is because of the grand duke's appreciation that I can serve the duke's family before and after. At first I don't know anything." Mr. Hunter I feel the same way. I first recalled the past, and then said:

"The meaning of the first dance of the New Year's Ball is very simple. In the customs of the entire Central Plains continent, aristocratic girls have grown up. The first dance in the following new year is usually performed with the sweetheart. This dance partner may become the ideal son-in-law of the prom owner!"

"Oh..." Edward Suddenly, he said:

"I really don't know who will be the lucky one this year?"

The Hunter butler corner of the mouth twitched on the side, said in his heart: You pretend , You reinstall! Pretending to be like I don’t know. I sent out the invitations for this year's dinner. Only one was given by Princess herself, and she came back with an ugly ring in her hand, which was spread by the servants of the entire Ducal Mansion. How else did you come so early? Have you been practicing dancing at home for many days?

Edward didn't know that Mr. Hunter was complaining about him in his heart, and he had followed Mr. Hunter into the small lounge.

The small lounge was empty at this time. The room is as luxurious as the outside. Inside all around, there are sofas and coffee tables carved with gold lacquer. Vases and fruit plates with dried flowers are placed on the coffee table. There are also several oil paintings on the walls on all sides.

Mr. Hunter said that I still have something to do, so he quit. Edward was idle, resting his chin with one hand, and began to admire the oil paintings on the four walls.

He didn't have much artistic accomplishment in his previous life. I just look at something new here. I think the oil paintings of this life are not much different from the previous life. They are all figures and landscapes.

At this moment, there was the sound of opening the door behind him, and a waiter led the two people into the lounge. If I look back, one of them is still an acquaintance.

I saw the baby-faced priest walking in with a kind-looking old man.

Alvin, seeing Edward in there, he greeted him first:

"Mister Smith, you came so early. Please allow me to introduce you, this is me Teach Master Bishop from the White Eagle Diocese."

Then he turned back to introduce to the old man:

"Your Excellency Bishop, this is Edward Mister Smith, the newly promoted branch president of the Alchemist Association."

When the old man heard the introduction of Edward, he happily walked forward and held Edward's hand and said

"Oh, Mister Smith. I really admire my name. Thank you for your kind words to Alvin. Take care. And thank you for your contribution to the people of the new continent."

"Where and where, I have admired you for a long time."

Say words of love to Master Bishop Two unnutritious polite remarks. The three of them sat in the lounge and drank tea. Edward only now knows who the baby-faced pastor's tea-drinking old cadre is for. one old and one young The two priests, sitting there, squinting and tasting tea, act exactly the same.

A few people started chatting about the family. Edward has always been strange. Although there are few formal professionals. Why does the baby-faced priest often interact with the Duke's house? Generally, churches will rank older, more sophisticated pastors to come in contact with the nobles.

This time he couldn't help but asked out of curiosity.

It turns out that this life also has the same customs as Edward’s previous life costume plays. It is that the nobles will find a priest who believes in sect as the worship of their home, which is a bit like the meaning of "The Deer and the Ding" in Wei Xiaobao on behalf of the emperor.

The baby-faced priest is the worship of the Duke’s mansion. Therefore, he will follow along when there is a diplomatic occasion.

If nothing else, Alvin will be the next or next, holy light church bishop in the White Eagle area.

At this time, the door opened again. Reinhardt led a young man in a tailored tuxedo into the room.

I saw that the youngster is also around 20 years old. Slender figure, handsome face. A golden half-long hair, shiny wax, neat and tidy combed. It gave Edward the feeling of seeing Prince the wizard in the previous movie "The Lord of the Rings". It's just that he doesn't have those pointed ears.

It's just that this young man looks arrogant. In the words of Edward's previous life, his mouth is the same as two-five-eighty thousand. As if everyone owed him money.

Behind him, Reinhardt looked equally bad. After politely letting this youngster into the small living room, he turned around and left with gnashing teeth without any intention to introduce it to everyone.

The young man with an arrogant look did not pay attention to the three people's meaning, but symbolically turned towards the bishop master nodded on the seat, and sat aside with his eyes closed and rested.

Edward saw Pastor Alvin as if he knew this person, he elbows the baby-faced priest sitting on the sofa next to him, and when he saw him looking over here, he screamed at the person.

The baby-faced priest then understood. Without making a sound, dipped his finger in the tea and wrote a few words on the table. Edward looked down and saw that it read: Your rival in love.

Edward covers his face, first of all, you have no beginning and no end. What can I know? He erased the words written by Alvin. Gave him a look.

The baby-faced priest immediately understood and wrote a few more words: François, Young Master of the plateau castle, one of the suitors of Princess.

Edward also wrote on the coffee table: What strength?

The baby-faced priest rolled the eyes and wrote two words: idiot...

After finishing writing, the baby-faced priest still felt tired of his fingers, and lightly rubbed it. Edward nodded knowingly, wiped off the water stains, and drank the tea quietly.

About half an hour later, it was completely dark. At the door of the Duke’s mansion, the carriage flows endlessly. The top figures of the entire White Eagle City are all here.

A waiter came to lead a few people to dinner. Edward followed the waiter into the brightly lit restaurant.

In the middle of the restaurant, there is a long table on which the tablecloth has been laid out. The cups and plates are already neat and tidy. At this time, there was a neat row of waiters standing in the living room, and when they saw guests coming, they led them one by one to the front of their seats. Edward felt that the Hunter butler was really careful.

But when he found his seat, he suddenly felt something was wrong.