Wizard Earl

Chapter 37 Unexpected Events (Please vote and add to your favorites!)

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Just as Connor was hesitating whether to take advantage of the moment when everyone in the banquet hall was focused on the ball, while he was eating a small jar of caviar, a crisp sound reached his ears.

When Connor squinted and turned to look at the sound, he was instantly stunned.

This is a young woman in a light purple evening gown. She has fair and delicate skin, a bright and exquisite face, a tall and curvaceous sexy figure, and flowing, smooth red hair as bright as flames. Her deep blue eyes are incredibly profound.

"A peerless beauty?" A thought suddenly popped into Connor's mind, quickly bringing him back to his rational state.

"Hello, beautiful lady!" Connor greeted her with a smile and politeness. The unknown woman in front of him was so beautiful that it was almost criminal. Even though Connor had seen many beautiful and sexy fairies like Victoria's Secret Angels on the Earth Network, he couldn't help but be immersed in the woman's intoxicating beauty at this moment.

"My name is Margaret, it's a pleasure to meet you here!" The woman, who identified herself as "Margaret," smiled and extended her right hand.

Connor hesitated for a moment, then bent down slightly, gently cupped Margaret's right hand in his hands, and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

"My name is Connor Ferguson! It's a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Margaret. To be honest, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life!" Connor exclaimed sincerely.

"Mr. Connor, thank you for your compliment! It seems you don't have a dance partner...?" Margaret asked with a captivating smile.

"Yes... as you can see... I don't know many women here..." Connor shrugged slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

"I don't have a dance partner either..." Margaret said softly, then smiled captivatingly, her beautiful blue eyes gazing quietly at Connor.

Startled for a moment, Connor quickly bowed and said, "Beautiful Miss Margaret, may I ask you to dance?"

"Okay!" Margaret did not refuse Connor's invitation and placed her hand on Connor's hand.

Stepping off the dance floor, accompanied by light and joyful music, Connor put one arm around Margaret's soft waist and the other on her shoulder, and began to dance according to the movements of the "Byzantine court dance" he remembered.

"Sorry!" Realizing he had stepped on his dance partner's toe, Connor blushed and said apologetically:

"It's alright, Mr. Connor. Is this your first time dancing?" Margaret asked hesitantly, a curious expression on her face.

"No, no, back in my hometown, Frosinone in the eastern part of the Empire, I used to dance a lot at parties. But since coming to study in Rune, I attend fewer parties, and naturally, my dancing skills have faded!" Hearing Margaret's question in his arms, Connor looked embarrassed and hesitated before saying:

Connor's statement was mostly true, but only partially true. Back in his hometown of Frosinone, the original Connor Ferguson, whose finances hadn't been cut off by his father, could freely attend parties and dances, spending money like water. However, after coming to Loen to study, with only thirty gold pounds a month for living expenses, poor Connor Ferguson had to reduce his attendance at parties. But the real reason Connor's dancing skills are now so poor is that back on Earth, he was just a struggling online writer, barely making ends meet. Where would he find the time and energy to learn a social skill like dancing?

"Mr. Connor, are you still in school?" Margaret's gentle voice carried obvious surprise.

Connor nodded and said in a deep voice, "George and I were classmates in the History Department at Green University."

"So Mr. Connor is a top student at Green University, how enviable! But since he chose the less popular history major, it seems Mr. Connor's family must be either aristocrats or wealthy merchants?" Margaret said with a light laugh.

Connor hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said vaguely, "A little bit of both!"

For some reason, although Margaret said she was envious, Connor didn't sense any envy in her eyes. Moreover, Connor had a premonition that Margaret, whom he was holding, knew his identity and background. Although he had no evidence to prove his premonition, Connor's premonition was very, very strong.

Although he didn't look around, Connor could feel the envious gazes of the men around him, as if they wanted to kick him aside and take his place. This made Connor's mind race. Connor wasn't a lustful fool or a lecherous man who let his "small head decide the big head." After being briefly stunned by Margaret's beauty, Connor kept thinking about one question: Why did Margaret choose him as her dance partner?

If the answer is appearance, Connor thinks that although he is now handsome with his striking eyebrows, bright eyes, tall and straight figure, and dashing appearance, he is not handsome enough to be loved by everyone. There are at least two or three young handsome men at the banquet who are more handsome than him.

As for the rest, Connor was even more puzzled. When you don't know someone, is clothing and accessories the most direct indicator of their wealth? His entire outfit was worth around five pounds sterling, definitely below average in the entire banquet hall. If Margaret wanted to hook up with a rich guy, he probably wouldn't even be a chance!

If, as Connor suspected, Margaret knew his background, then she shouldn't have bothered him. Although the Ferguson family was an earldom, they were on the verge of decline. In this banquet hall, Connor knew of one or two wealthy marquis heirs, and coincidentally, those two heirs were eyeing Margaret, whom he was holding, with lustful looks.

With Margaret's beauty and poise, I believe no man in this banquet hall would refuse her! Why would she choose me?

Huge questions kept repeating in Connor's mind.

As the saying goes, "There's always something fishy going on when things seem unusual!" There's definitely something wrong with Margaret contacting me!

On the surface, Connor maintained a polite smile, dancing gracefully with Magrigo to cheerful music. However, Connor was inwardly deliberating. Finally, as the music was about to end, Connor made his decision and tentatively asked, "Miss Margaret, who are you...?"

(End of this chapter)