The feeling of being highly anticipated cannot be said to be good or bad. The key is that it depends on what you want.

Under the gaze of almost everyone on the first floor hall, Huamei held my arm and we walked into the hall side by side. Perhaps it was too rare for Orientals, or perhaps the visual sensory impact we brought was too strong, and a burst of praise sounded like nothingness in the whole hall.

But more, there are unfriendly eyes. After all, the poor hate the rich, the ugly hate the beautiful, the single dog hate the dog food, and we almost occupy all the latter...

But I was not afraid of it. I had been hiding behind the scenes in my previous life, but I walked on the front desk in this life. I had no scruples or restrictions here. Maybe I would endure it for the needs of struggle, but I would never feel wronged as I did in my previous life.

Because there is no point. What should I worry about? For me, this is another world, and sometimes I even have a strange idea - in the previous life, I traveled through time because of death, so in this life, will I travel back through time because of death?

Of course, I don't have the courage to try.

When we walked into the hall, we slowed down. Logically, as the guests who were formally accepted, the host should welcome me now and welcome me to my arrival. After a few greetings, we led us to the corresponding group according to our identity. However, we walked to the center of the venue and did not see any host who came to greet me, and even the official family just now disappeared.

Some people started to laugh low around them, filled with indescribable joy - I was so popular recently that seeing me suffer, it is easy for people to feel pleasure like "this oriental people who have been in the limelight are also today."

Is this a warning? I waited for a few seconds and saw that the other party was indeed ready to lose my face, so I don’t have to be polite.

I smiled slightly, gently held Huamei's hand and stopped, and smiled and glanced at the London nobles who were watching jokes around melodious West London English, looking at Huamei and smiled: "The legendary Anglo-Saxons are a group of wild people who eat raw meat and drink blood. They do not obey etiquette and have no education. When I see it today, it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Huamei gently patted the hem of her skirt and said in a mocking tone: "Maybe their intelligence can argue whether to eat fish on Friday. As for other issues, it is still a bit difficult for them."

Speaking of this, we held hands, looked at each other and smiled, with contempt on our faces. I gently rolled back a strand of hair from Huamei's temples and said with a smile: "A group of savages built a fence by the water, and thought they had entered the city! It's boring, let's go!"

Huamei smiled happily and held my arm and said, "I heard that the Ottoman Turks have been very active recently and are very welcome to foreign forces. Let's go and have a look. Or go to France for a walk!"

I smiled and said, "What a suggestion! Let's go! Beautiful lady, please come here!" As I said that, I made a gesture of inviting Huamei to Huamei. Huamei bowed gracefully, then approached my arm and gently held it. We walked out gracefully together.

If the other party's actions are impolite, then our statement is simply a slap in the face! For James VI of Scotland, the organizer, if the situation is allowed to develop, he will become a laughing stock in the entire London aristocratic circle - of course, my reputation will also be damaged, but I am not afraid of wearing shoes, I have no foundation, and I can afford to lose!

But James couldn't afford to lose. As Elizabeth I's cousin, his first half of his life was really terrifying, and he used his life to be cautious. He held such a large gathering - especially invited me. If it weren't for Elizabeth I's instructions, I wouldn't believe anything.

And my contempt was beyond words and even left, which was like an accident! If it was rumored by omnipresent reporters, then how could the British royal family have the face?

In particular, as a meritorious person who helped the Netherlands defeat the Spaniards, Elizabeth I made it clear that shelter for me, but was forced away by a poor noble social accident, which was a huge blow to the image of Britain.

My weapon is my unparalleled limelight and reputation.

Just as we turned and left, a young voice came out: "Please stay, please stay."

The sound is not too loud, but it is full of majesty.

I know that this is James VI, Elizabeth I's cousin. But we have no intention of stopping, and we don't even have a trace of hesitation. We take steps high and walk towards the door with the elegant steps of Tathagata.

"Mr. Sun! Mr. Viscount, please stay!" The voice came again. Huamei and I met each other and smiled, snorted coldly, and continued to walk outward.

"Mr. Viscount! Mr. Viscount! Please stay! Please stay!" A tall figure rushed to the two steps ahead of me. I glanced at it. It was Jack Bravo, the British Vice Minister of Military Affairs!

So I slowly stopped, stared at Jack Bravo, and said in a sarcastic tone: "It turns out that there are people who speak in this huge hall! I thought it was all about helping hyenas and porcupines who only know how to eat carrion!"

Jack Bravo's face changed several times. My words were extremely humiliating. But it was clear that they were wrong first, so what could be argued about at this time? So he was speechless, and curses from all over the place came from behind!

For a moment, a buzzing sound of flies gathering in the hall. I carried the wolf-gu style, and I could hear these people saying a lot. So I continued to stare at Jack Bravo in teasingly, and slapped backwards with the corner of my mouth, meaning - are these uncultivated things stronger than hyenas and porcupines?

Jack Bravo's face became increasingly ugly. Since Elizabeth I ascended the throne, through loose policies and incentives in all aspects, the Renaissance movement in the UK has emerged, and a group of outstanding literati led by Shakespeare appeared, which has led to the overall improvement of British people's wisdom. Nowadays, British people have begun to regard themselves as civilized people and have begun to look down on those Germans wearing leather jackets.

But today... the above instructed himself, including His Excellency James, to try this Oriental, so he had the same episode just now. I thought the other party would definitely blindly choose a group to trek in a humiliation and helpless manner, which would inevitably cause greater excitement, reduce its value and momentum, and increase bargaining chips for subsequent negotiations.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't buy it at all, and directly made a fuss in public, and turned around and left without regard for the royal face! But... but these people in the hall were really too incompetent! If such a curse was heard by those tabloid reporters, they still didn't know what it would be like!

Jack Bravo looked back at Lord James who was staying in the dark face, and felt even more uncomfortable. Young, too young!

So he had to pull his face down and gesture to the back to make a shut-up gesture. Unexpectedly, this time it provoked a bigger quarrel! Many people laughed and shouted: "Jack, do you have no ability to shut up that oriental person, just let your own people shut up?"

“How can God’s people accept this humiliation?”

"I am really ashamed of you for useless things!"

......

For a time, everything was said. None of them was Fu Dacheng. It seemed to be a very high official position, but in fact it was not as important as imagined. In Britain, in addition to the Prime Minister, there were more than 20 chief and deputy officers in the department. Even in the military, in addition to the Minister of Military Affairs, the power of the Navy in this era was far above Jack Bravo.

His role at this time is not awkward, but more like a steward of the military affairs department. In terms of actual power, he may not be as good as the admiral of a squadron of the Navy.

Today, the people who attended the cocktail party were either rich or noble. How many of them were the ones who shut up when Jack Bravo said he would shut up?

When Jack Bravo heard these teammates who had "turned over" retorted, his face became extremely ugly, but it was difficult to speak again - if I was not present, he might have cursed him immediately! But at this time, I, an outsider with an ambiguous relationship, would have thrown him out of the English Channel if internal conflicts openly broke out.

I looked at his darker and darker face, and suddenly there was a hint of sympathy in my heart, and there was a sense of pity for the vulnerable groups. So I pulled the corner of my mouth and showed a strange smile at Jack Bravo. He was stunned when he saw my expression was strange.

I blinked at him and patted Huamei's hand gently. While Huamei let go of her arm, I turned around and pointed to the fiercest direction behind me and shouted: "Who is the one who can beat Deputy Minister Jack just now? Come out!"

My voice was made with internal energy, which made people's ear bones numb. The crowd suddenly calmed down, and I mocked again: "Standing in the crowd, my voice was loud, my tone was high, and my coquettish bragging sounded! Why did you become a squin when you were serious?"

As I said that, I spit out "pop" and sneered: "The crowd of mobs!"

As soon as this was said, the opposite side began to buzz again, and many people's eyes began to focus on a tall man in the crowd. Looking at his height, he was at least 1.9 meters tall, wearing military uniforms, and wearing aristocratic ranks and badges that could only be possessed by a captain or above.

Seeing everyone staring at him, the guy's face turned red. The sound he had just called out, but when he was so focused on him, he felt that he was really a bit harder.

So he shouted at me in a rough voice: "I said it! What? I am afraid of that Calvinist softie, blessed by God?" As soon as this was said, it immediately received cheers and support from some people.

It seems that he is a conservative bishop. The people in this hall are not as simple as those in a trench. It seems that I have to make a choice.

So I said disdainfully: "Are you a wild dog jumping out of the canal? Does it look better if you bark a few times?"

As soon as I said this, I heard the unwilling laughter from the crowd of people who looked unwilling to belittle the Calvinist school. It seemed that they were the victims of verbal violence just now, the Calvinist school members.

The big man immediately became furious and pointed at me and shouted: "What did you say? I am Brigadier General Clark, the admiral of the Third Squadron of the Royal Navy! Oriental, you have angered me! The consequences are serious, do you know?"

I looked at him with contempt and suddenly turned around and asked Jack Bravo: "If I throw my gloves in his face now, what does that mean?"

Jack Bravo was a little confused and said, "It's natural to have a duel!"

I didn't speak loudly, but the people around me could hear it. So, in the moment of everyone's surprise gaze, I threw the glove in my left hand hard on Clark's face five steps away!

In his swelling purple face and extremely surprised eyes, I said contemptuously: "Hyna named Clark, I want to duel with you! Never die!"

This was originally a friendship between nobles, but who knew it would turn into a bloody duel! The audience was stunned for a moment. But the duel was sacred and no one could interfere or stop it. Seeing that it was going to turn violent incidents, the onlookers knew that they could not make any more cheers and fight, so they turned around and turned their eyes to the young man with a surprised face not far away - James VI.

The young man had no choice but to grit his teeth and walked over and said to me in a gentle but majestic tone: "Mr. Sun, today is a pleasant cocktail party. Please take back the duel application."

I glanced at him and said, "Who are you? Is the duel sacred, or are you too wild here and don't know this rule?"

The guard behind James shouted: "Rare! This is the king of Scotland - His Majesty James VI!"

I stared at the guard coldly and said word by word: "I am a citizen of the Ming Dynasty and don't know much about other kings. In addition..."

I took off my other glove and was about to throw it on James VI's face: "What if I throw the glove on his face, what will happen if you tell me?"

A circle of people looked dissatisfied!

Admiral Clark saw this and shouted: "You oriental man, have the ability to come and talk to me..."

Before the word duel was released, he felt a flash in front of him!

As I put my knife in the sheath, a medieval axe-held armor next to Clark suddenly made two crisp sounds, and then a huge crack appeared from the neck and the ribs. After only two breaths, it fell to the ground and broke into three sections!

Such an amazing quick knife made all witnesses’ necks chill! Admiral Clark was even more shocked!

I stood so coldly, still holding a glove in my hand.

The scene was extremely awkward.

At this moment, a gentle and majestic female voice came out: "Just go crazy here! The farce is over! James! Mr. Sun! Stop it all!"

No need to guess, I know the big boss behind the scenes has appeared!
Chapter completed!