Victoria walked over slowly with two guards following her. The attendant at the side followed the guards silently without saying a word.
Upon seeing this, many of them straightened their bodies and faced the overlord of Sibor.
The Countess looked straight at Many with a politician's smile, and then there was a flash of surprise in her eyes. Obviously, she was also intimidated by Many's outfit, and she was wondering which dignitary this was. Although the two had not spoken yet, Many's sharp temperament had made Victoria secretly put him in a very important position in her heart.
Politicians would never look at a person's appearance. They could quickly judge whether a person was valuable based on their every move.
Count came before them and nodded to Many with a friendly smile. Then, she looked at the famous playboy of Sibor, Bordeaux.
"Send my greetings to Baron Cooper. Bordeaux, I wish you a happy holiday!"
Victoria's polite words seemed to carry an irresistible enthusiasm. Bordeaux, who was frightened by the many silent threats, was shocked back to his senses by such a greeting. He hurriedly returned the greeting, and immediately began to flatter Victoria. Many people felt that it was unbearable to listen to such a greeting.
Victoria didn't seem to be too interested in Bordeaux. Due to Baron Cooper's childish behavior, the Countess didn't have much hope for this family of unreliable nobles. In her eyes, Baron Cooper was a guy who was as cultured as a farmer. The guy who only knew how to fight violence with violence would always scoff at such banquets hosted by Victoria, but he insisted on letting Bordeaux attend. It had to be said that he loved his son too much.
After a simple exchange of pleasantries, Victoria turned around gracefully. Her pair of charming eyes stared at Many.
"I wonder if you could introduce yourself, Sir?"
Her voice was very pleasing to the ear, but it faintly carried a kind of formulaic enthusiasm, which made many feel slightly disgusted. He hated politicians who did one thing on the surface and another behind their backs. They were very duplicitous. He had experienced too many situations where they would stab you the next moment with a knife. Hence, he did not like Victoria's politeness at all and instinctively felt conflicted.
"I, Many, am a mercenary from the Elf Empire's Calo City." Many replied in a neither servile nor overbearing manner. "Thank you, Count, for the banquet. Your wine here is very good. The ale in Calo City can't compare to your aged wine."
If it weren't for the fact that the guards had to maintain a stern expression, they would have laughed out loud.
Upon hearing many of them introducing themselves as mercenaries, the surrounding guests who were secretly paying attention to them burst into laughter. There was no other reason other than that in Sibor, being a mercenary was a profession with the lowest status. Weak strength, gluttony, and laziness had almost become synonymous with Sibor mercenaries. Many of them saying that they were mercenaries seriously made everyone's jaws drop, and almost all of them sneered at them.
Then, they looked at many people with unconcealable contempt in their eyes.
There were only a few who didn't laugh. Apart from Sylvia and Salia, Bordeaux, Count, and Victoria did not laugh even though their faces were filled with fear.
Needless to say, Sylvia and Salia, Nana, who wasn't very shrewd, was gritting her teeth and glaring furiously at the surrounding guests as though she was about to flip out at any moment. Salia asked in confusion, "Sister Nana, what are they laughing at?"
Her crisp question made many of them laugh. However, most of them looked at the two beauties, Sylvia and Salia, with a burning desire in their eyes. Salia hid behind Sylvia timidly and didn't dare to say another word.
At this moment, Bordeaux was drenched in cold sweat. He knew how terrifying the strength of this man in front of him was. Just the fact that the three assassins who claimed to have never failed were silently killed by him was enough to show how powerful he was!
The people in Sibor were still thinking with the same inertia as him!
Bordeaux couldn't bear the pressure. He wiped the sweat off his face and excused himself to Count before leaving in a hurry.
Victoria looked at Bordeaux's back as though he was running away. Then, she looked at Many with a serious expression and said, "So you must be a member of a famous mercenary group in Karo City?"
"No, we have a total of two people … Oh no, there are four of us now."
Many pointed at the surroundings with a serious and funny expression. "Look, me, her, her, and that elf over there. Just the four of us."
Many pointed at Sylvia and Salia, as well as Noda who was looking at them from afar. He looked like he was answering the question seriously, but anyone could tell that he didn't seem to be willing to be friends with Count. His face was filled with an expression of "I can't be bothered with you".
This trick is really effective. Victoria frowned but did not say anything. She just nodded and walked away. Her footsteps did not stop at all. However, the servant beside her who had been silent and busy all along took a few more glances. A strange look flashed in his eyes.
A small mercenary?
Victoria believed that her ability to judge people was absolutely not bad. This black-haired man had an imposing manner that was difficult for ordinary people to match just by standing casually. That kind of feeling was indescribable. It was as if he was inconspicuous when you didn't pay attention to him, but when you looked at him, you would feel that he was like a dazzling sun that would overshadow the surrounding people.
Although she hadn't been to Karo City, Victoria was familiar with the data and characteristics of each city. Naturally, she knew that the average standard of the mercenaries in Karo City had surpassed the elite mercenaries in Sibor.
But so what?
Victoria wasn't interested in making friends with a mercenary. To be honest, she always had the final say in Sibor. Others had to suck up to her. She didn't have to care about other people's feelings!
Victoria had always been a strong woman.
Many smiled and turned around, only to see Sylvia and Salia, the two beautiful girls, staring at him.
Sylvia was furious. "What's wrong with mercenaries?
Mercenaries are a class lower than others?
How can they be like this? "
She placed her hands on her waist and cursed in Elvish. She felt that it wasn't enough, so she picked up her wine glass and was about to smash it.
Many people hurriedly stopped her. Only Sylner could make trouble in Qin Haodong's place.
Salia had a pitiful look on her face. She hesitated for a while and grabbed Many's sleeves. She said shyly, "Big Brother Many, Sister Nana, let's go back. The people here are all bad."
After saying that, he looked around.
Many people immediately raised their heads and glanced around, only to find that it was just as the little girl had said. The surrounding guests were inadvertently paying attention to this direction, and some of them were already eager to try it out.
Many looked at Noda. Elena was dancing with that imbecile. Noda's movements were so stiff that he kept stepping on Elena's feet. She pinched his arm hard, but the two of them seemed to be having a good time.
"Wait for them. The two of you can stay by my side."
Sylvia obediently let go of Many's arm, while Salia held Sylvia's hand in disappointment, mumbling something in the Abyssal language.
They had only taken a few steps when all sorts of elegant noblemen came to strike up a conversation with Salia. They knew the basics of nobility and didn't risk their lives to strike up a conversation with Sylvia. Instead, they pretended to be smart and sought out Salia, who appeared to be single.
After a few refusals, Sylvia finally nodded reluctantly and agreed to Salia's request to run to the other side, blushing.
No one else came, but the men's gazes turned from avarice to pure jealousy!
She reaped what she sowed!
Annoyed, Sylvia paid the price for her little thoughts.