I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 170 Pre-War Dance
Louis always felt that this line was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Moreover, it feels like something is missing when paired with this sentence.

Oh, by the way, one less Iron Star.

Unfortunately, the strength of this Eternal Dragon Man is not enough. Although he can gain the upper hand by restraining Chromie due to his attributes, it is not his own strength at all.

Mannoroth's lines are being said, but these five guys may not be enough for Ma Pang to pull out a wave of A.

After all, Li Gui is no match for Li Kui.

Chromie wanted to say something, but unfortunately her throat was strangled by a corrupt force. The black dark matter condensed into a solid chain, which strangled her in mid-air.

Poor Chromie was pinching his neck with his two little hands and kicking his two little legs weakly. He looked pretty miserable.

"You...get out of the way." The Duke of Meowlington said behind them: "Their target is me, it has nothing to do with you."

Louis laughed and said, "You are so old, but you still think about beautiful things. Do you think they are so sensible?"

Meowlington opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the laughter of the leading dragon man, Mdlis. He laughed for a while, then turned his hideous face to Louis and said, "I didn't expect you to be a smart man. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Louis looked around, his originally tight expression suddenly broke, he grinned and said: "I, no one has ever dared to talk to me like this in my life."

"Isn't it today?" Mdlis had a cat-and-mouse mentality and was not in a hurry to take action. He even planned to make a few more provocative remarks.

Louis's hand flashed with lightning, and a bright white lightning shot out. Before Mdlis could react, he was hit by the lightning. And the lightning continued to move forward, constantly bouncing back and forth on the five dragon men. Under the effect of the lightning, one could even see their strange bones through the lightning.

As the leader, Mdlis was naturally tougher and stronger than his minions. Even though his minions couldn't withstand a single hit, Mdlis endured two full hits before falling to the ground with a bang. His claws were still twitching unnaturally, which looked very funny.

The corrupt power in Chromie disappeared as Mdlis fell to the ground, and she landed lightly on the ground with a thump.

The Duke of Mewlington, who had originally given up hope, opened his cat eyes wide, even his pupils were dilated to the extreme, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

He thought he was going to be in trouble, but Louis, who was ugly and had no hair at all, came up and gave him a slap in the face.

It took him a long time to react, and he asked curiously: "You...you are a wizard?"

"I guess so." Louis rubbed his fingers, walked over and kicked Mdlis's lizard head.

"Can you do it, little dog?"

His expression was full of disgust. You fell down before I even used any strength?
I thought he would do something powerful. Wasn't he quite arrogant before the fight? I didn't expect him to be so weak... Not even enough for Lemonia to fill her teeth.

Lemonia: You didn't let me out either.

Mdlis wanted to say something, but the electric shock made his whole body numb and he couldn't make any sound. He could only move his fingers in vain, making "huh, huh" sounds.

The result was that Louis stepped on his neck and he died.

After the mess was cleaned up, the still time in Brussels resumed. Duke Mewlington breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his chair and looked at Louis, saying with relief: "Well, I think even if you are not sent by the royal family, at least you have no hostility towards me... After all, with Louis's witchcraft just now, no one in this world can escape his assassination."

"You are wrong, sir." Louis bowed: "I can walk into any city openly and without any need for stealthy assassination."

Duke Meowlington opened his mouth and said, "What you said actually makes so much sense. I was speechless."

"You don't need to worry, sir." Chromie added: "Before you defeat the French Empire, we will take care of your personal safety and will never let Eternity...let the monster succeed in its plot to assassinate you."

"Then I feel relieved. Thank you." Meowlington shook his beard and added, "Also, I think your intelligence is wrong. The other country's name is Meowland, not France..."

The five of us looked at each other and tried to hold our expressions in order not to laugh out loud.

What a cute country name… Could it be that France is also all meows?
Oh no, it’s Meow Lanxi.

I just don’t know what kind of cat Napoleon will be, but Louis is now a little curious.

There was a knock on the door and the Duke of Mewlington's adjutant walked in.

"Your Excellency Marshal!" The adjutant raised his cat paw and saluted. After tilting his head to glance at Louis and others, he stood there without saying a word.

Duke Meowlington coughed and signaled him, "If you have any military information, just tell us directly. These people are all our people."

"Yes." The adjutant saluted again and opened the information booklet he carried with him: "Report from the front, Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor of the French Empire, has led his troops across Charleroi and entered Belgium."

"I understand, meow." Meowlington nodded.

The adjutant continued: "The Duchess of Lismeau asked me to ask you if today's ball will be..."

Mewlington hesitated for a moment, remembering what his old rival Napoleon once said, "In war, morale is everything." The adjutant received news of Napoleon's march, which meant that the news could not be covered up. In the undercurrent of fear that swept Brussels after the news came out, he knew that it was crucial to maintain a calm external appearance to help prevent widespread panic.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, but quickly gave his answer.

"Proceed as usual, meow."

"Yes!" The adjutant stood at attention and saluted again, then turned and walked out of the Marshal's Mansion.

After the adjutant left, the Duke of Mewlington invited Louis to attend the dance in the evening. Louis was not very interested in this thing, but out of curiosity to see a group of cats dancing, he did not refuse the Duke.

As the Duke's personal guests, they didn't need to wear formal clothes. After all, they couldn't wear clothes for cats, even though they were about the same height. The ball would be held at ten o'clock, so Louis didn't plan to sit around in the house. He asked Catherine and Ye Ziyan to go out for a walk on the street.

As soon as he went out, he saw two cats pulling a cart and carrying a wounded person to the hospital. Louis admitted that his DNA was tampered with.

This is the legendary cat car, right?
The streets of Brussels are not very busy, even though it is the capital of Belgium. The three people and two dragons walking on the street are very eye-catching and always attract the attention of passers-by.

After all, in a world full of cats, seeing a few hairless creatures walking on the road and talking is bound to attract attention.

Think about it, in the human world, how many cats can walk upright and speak human language? That's about how it feels.

There aren't many specialties in Brussels, so they walked into a fairly busy restaurant and prepared to try some cat delicacies.

It shouldn’t be cat food...right?

After looking around, I saw soldiers wearing senior lobster soldier uniforms everywhere. The only thing I could see was two cat gentlemen in casual clothes sitting there and cutting fish fillets slowly.

The menu was very rich, which dispelled Louis's worries. However, cats' main food must be fish. There are very few types of beef, such as tripe and steak. But poultry is still abundant. Fish accounts for about 60% of the menu, poultry accounts for 30%, and the rest is the pitiful beef, mutton and pork.

It should be said that the cat’s cooking skills are pretty good, at least much better than the food prepared by authentic British chefs. No wonder this restaurant is filled with British officers.

Perhaps this is why British troops during World War I complained that the canned food they were eating was produced during the Napoleonic Wars.

During the Napoleonic Wars, the British troops on the front lines were given special treatment!

But then again, the British army's corned beef cans were really unpalatable. Even in the harsh living conditions and difficult trenches, the British soldiers tried their best not to touch the corned beef cans. Generally speaking, the canned beef would be made into canned broth by the cooks, scientifically known as "Maconochie Stew". The veterans said it was "inedible when hot and deadly when cold."

Think about it, if even the British say something tastes bad, how bad must it taste...

Even if we are now the British Army, even if we replace the canned corned beef with canned salted fish, the taste may not be much better.

Just like Captain Huang said, there's nothing wrong with this can of corned beef except that it's a bit salty, a bit sour and a bit smelly.

Replacing it with fish will only make the flavor of the canned food worse, and it will not be able to be stewed with vegetables. Canned beef may not affect the taste of the stew, but stinky fish will definitely do so.

This Belgian... No, it's the Belgian cat's restaurant. The food is really good, and the cooking skills can even compete with the Hogwarts kitchen.

The shopkeeper was also very welcoming. When he heard that he was a close friend of the Duke of Mewlington, he immediately refused to charge him. However, at Louis' insistence, he still stuffed two silver coins into his pocket.

If you calculate it all, the store made a lot of money, and this meal didn't even cost a single silver coin.

Back at the Marshal's residence in Mewlington, the bored Louis started playing cards with Catherine and a few others. They played until after ten o'clock in the evening, when the adjutant came to inform them to attend the dance.

Sitting in the carriage provided by Mewlington, the group set off for the Duke of Mewsman's residence.

The famous Mewsman building was illuminated by numerous colorful lights. The guards stood on the brightly lit steps covered with red velvet carpets. There were not only military police but also the chief of the security bureau and dozens of guards standing guard.

Many chaises drove out and many arrived, carrying footmen in red livery or feathered hats, cats in lobsterman uniforms, with stars and ribbons, stepped out of carriages, and cat ladies in satin and ermine stepped cautiously down the clattering steps and then hurriedly and silently along the red carpet on the steps.

Almost every time a carriage drew up to the door, there was a murmur among the crowd, and people took off their hats in salute.

The Duke of Mewlington was the highest commander of the British army and the most distinguished guest of the ball. The moment he walked into the hall, everyone was silent and saluted him.

Louis followed behind him. In the grand and magnificent hall, there were large and exquisite blue palace lanterns hanging. The trembling tassels on the lamps matched the glimmering floor and the low velvet blue curtains. At this critical moment when Napoleon's army was approaching, being in such an inappropriate and gorgeous ball always made people feel confused and dazed.

It's not that the front is tight and the back is tight. Times have changed, so there's no need to be too harsh.

Young Lady Georgiana Mewknox was dancing. She was the legitimate wife of the Duke of Mewsmond and the organizer of the ball. Seeing Mewlington enter the room, she slowly stopped, walked up to Mewlington, first performed a lady's salute, and then asked, "Sir, everyone at the ball is discussing Napoleon's entry into Belgium. Is this true?"

Louis noticed the Duchess's breed, which should be a long-haired Persian cat with snow-white body and blue and gold heterochromatic eyes.

"Yes, that's true." Duke of Meowlington nodded calmly and said to her, "Tomorrow morning, we will set out from Brussels to fight against Napoleon's army."

"Oh my God..." Duchess Georgiana covered her mouth with her cat paws, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Okay, it's okay. We will definitely win in the end, do you understand, ma'am? Yes, please don't worry." The Duke of Meowlington pressed down his cat paw steadily, signaling his lady not to be emotionally unstable so as not to affect morale.

After all, the participants were officers of all levels of the anti-French coalition forces. In this era, officers were the courage of an army. If they were scared, the troops they led would suffer.

If you shrink back on the battlefield, it may very likely change the course of the war.

The Duchess calmed down, took two deep breaths, and looked at Louis and the others behind Meowlington, her eyes turning into surprise.

"Who are these?"

"Oh, he's my good friend and the royal family's special envoy, meow." Duke Meowlington introduced with a smile.

"Oh... they look so weird." The Duchess said hesitantly, "Uh, they don't have any hair on their bodies, won't they be cold? Oh, sorry, that's not what I meant..."

"Hello, beautiful Duchess." Louis politely bowed, took the Duchess's paw and placed it on his lips for a kiss. After releasing it, he smiled proudly, "Don't worry, we are, uh, more resistant to cold."

"Ah... so that's it..." The Duchess suddenly realized that she actually believed what Louis said.

(End of this chapter)