Alchemist’s Daily Life In Foreign World

Edward took his place on the long table. It felt something was wrong.

Generally, according to Edward's custom of this world, the two ends of the long table should be the host and hostess of this banquet. The closer the guests are to the two ends, the more distinguished they are. His position was a bit strange, when he reported his name, the waiter led it to the hand of the hostess seat. This is the third distinguished guest of this banquet.

When he saw the other end of the long table, on both sides of the host, they were Ms. Catherine and Master Bishop. The second is when the Speaker of the Assembly, the Lord Mayor of the City Hall, and the baby-faced priest sitting opposite him. It suddenly dawned on me that this world is respected by sorcerer. The sorcerer has a higher status than the warrior of the same level.

His arrival not only represents him personally, but also represents the entire alchemist association. Although he is still a polished commander, his identity has quietly become the No. 3 guild leader in White Eagle City.

At this time, there was a Little Fatty wearing Knight uniform suddenly beside him. This guy seemed to be about the same age as the baby-faced priest, not tall, and he looked like a tiger. But the breath radiating from the body inadvertently gave people a sense of danger. It seems to be some kind of ominous beast.

At this time, the guests are still arriving one after another. There are also many waiters who are already busy serving dishes. Regardless of the actual situation, Little Fatty grabbed a roast turkey drumstick on the table and tore it off.

Seeing that he took two bites, feeling a little choked, he picked up the full beer glass on the table and poured it down in one mouthful.

I saw him let out a long sigh and said:

"This wine tastes good. It is much better than the light beer like pot water in the past. "

Then he found Edward beside him, looked up and down Edward a few times, and said with a weird look:

"You are that very capable alchemist, right? My name is George. I heard you want to chase my sister?"

Edward looked at Little Fatty strangely. Xin said your name is George? Who wants to chase your sister, is your sister Peppa? Although Peppa in his previous life was the "Queen of the First Cargo" in the second dimension, and can sell more than two billion US dollars in peripheral sales every year, Peppa and I are not the same species.

At this moment, I saw a jade hand tapping fiercely on Little Fatty's head. Little Fatty shrank her head, clutching the top of the sore head, and turned around to look around.

Edward didn’t have time to turn around, he heard a familiar and pleasant female voice cursing:

"George, you unruly fellow! You dare to eat and drink before the banquet And where did your dress go? Isn’t it shameful to lose it?"

I saw Little Fatty holding his head and turning his lips back and sneered:

"Andrea, you didn’t only wear Knight in the past. Wearing a skirt this year will take care of me?"

I saw Andrea Princess dressed up behind him, wearing a dignified saphire blue Princess dress with dazzling gemstone necklaces and earrings. The hair bun was rolled up, and Princess' jeweled crown was worn, and a nice light makeup was painted. Edward was lost for a while.

He then noticed that Princess and Little Fatty have the same hair color and pupil color. It suddenly dawned on me:

"Her Highness the Princess, is this your younger brother?"

Andrea Princess pretended not to hear or see him. Rolling a good-looking eye, deliberately looked towards one side, walked to the hostess's seat and took a seat.

Edward only remembered that the custom in this world is that if the hostess of the banquet passes away, the eldest daughter will generally entertain the guests instead of the hostess.

Edward saw that he was boring, and he said nothing. Sitting together with Her Highness the Princess embarrassingly. From time to time, she glanced at the ugly ring on her left middle finger.

Her Highness the Princess seems to have Sixth Sense. She shrank her hand under the long table like an electric shock.

At this moment, Little Fatty coughed dryly and pretended to say with dignity:

"Since you know who I am, I will not come to see George Young Master soon."

"George Young Master?" Edward thought about it for a moment. The Duke's son is called Young Master. There is nothing wrong with it, but why does it sound so awkward?

The Andrea Princess on the side turned her head, Fiercely gave the younger brother a look.

At this time, the Grand Duke of White Eagle had walked to the other end of the long table and stood still. He was quite tall and well-proportioned in his 40s and 50s. He has neat golden short hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. Wearing a marshal uniform with golden fringed shoulder pads, a ribbon and myriad medal hung on his chest.

This is the most common formal dress for male aristocrats of the new and old continents, especially the highest heads of a country. After all, no one has stipulated what the uniforms of the heads of a country will be. Most martial nobles always wear uniforms.

From Edward's point of view, this is an old handsome man. No wonder Her Highness the Princess is so beautiful and genetic.

Just as she was thinking about it, Andrea secretly pulled his shirt and coughed.

Edward realized that everyone had stood up, but he was still sitting peacefully. He hurriedly got up, got up fiercely, and knocked down the chair behind him.

He hurriedly raised the chair, and smirked embarrassingly at the grand duke who was in charge.

The main seat held up the wine glass and was preparing for the New Year's toast. The corner of his mouth was twitched. The young talents in the middle of the long table, including François and Reinhardt, snickered. Several "professionals" present can hear words such as "country bumpkin" with their outstanding ears.

Edward doesn't matter, but Andrea Princess blushes a little.

When everyone was quiet, Duke White Eagle began to toast.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome everyone, let us toast together to celebrate the coming of the new year..."

The toast is surprisingly short. Everyone drank their glass of wine. The New Year's dinner began.

At this time, Edward looked left and right. I found that this was a dukedom year-end party. Similar to the company's year-end meeting in his previous life. Equivalent to a big company named Baiying. At the end of the year, the chairman of the board invited managers, business backbones and some important customer representatives to have a meal together.

This banquet does not have too much etiquette. Everyone was eating and drinking while chatting softly with neighbors, or with guests sitting there. The atmosphere is quite harmonious.

It's just that Andrea Princess on the left pretends not to know him, apparently still angry about the ring. The "George Young Master" on the right continuously stuffing oneself with food, without even looking up. The baby-faced priest opposite narrowed his eyes. He looked like an old Silver Coin who was smiling and silent, eating and drinking tea slowly. He could only lower his head to eat silently.

At this time, some whispering sounds reached his ears. For example, he heard this group of conversations.

"Who is the guy sitting next to Princess?"

"Isn't that Pastor Alvin?"

"No, I still know the priest I mean the one on his left."

"Oh, you are talking about him. You don't know this? The new branch president of the Alchemist Association in White Eagle City."

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"Where are the people?"

"I heard that they are locals."

"Local? I haven't heard of any local sorcerer?"

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"I heard that it was the son of a blacksmith. It was the time when the Ailand Magic Academy expanded its enrollment a few years ago. I came to the new continent and scanned the seed of sorcerer and was selected."

" Come back? I thought I had stayed in Central Plains. It seems that this guy is very ambitious. He gave up the opportunity to be promoted, and he has no plans to come back."

"You still can't see the picture. Take a look, did you see the Young Master in the Highland Castle? He paid 1,000 gold to buy the position next to Princess, but Hunter’s butler didn’t sell it. Guess how much this new president spent?"

"His...alchemist is so rich?"

"Who knows, you see Her Highness the Princess ignores it, the money is obviously wasted."

"Hehe, toad lusting after a swan's flesh. He thought he would become a nobleman if he became a sorcerer? Only three generations can cultivate a nobleman."

"That is, he is not as good as the president of the Fisheries Association. Like that pirate leader, go to Central Plains to marry a lady from a rundown aristocratic house to improve his own bloodline."

Listen to Edward grinning, what do you know? Toad lusting after a swan's flesh is dreaming, but it is a routine operation for swan to eat toads!

At this time, I heard a familiar female voice in his ears:

"How bright (like) are you dancing in (you)?"

Edward was startled and looked around. No one around looked towards him. He suddenly understood in his heart. Looking back towards Andrea, who was toasting to a lady in the distance.

"Don't look at Nuo (me)...this is ventriloquism...how many (only) you can hear it!"

Edward said in his heart that of course I know this It's ventriloquism, Monica's ventriloquism is much better than you. The question is how can I answer you? I don't know how to speak ventriloquism!

Then he remembered Pastor Alvin's way of writing with tea, dip his finger in the tea soup, and prepare to write on the table...

At this time, he felt something tough Poke his thigh under the tablecloth.