Inside the Tulip Hall.

Crystal chandeliers hung on the ceiling, and brightly lit during the day. The ground is covered with thick brown wool blankets, and the walls covered with wallpaper are decorated with golden patterns and dozens of wall lights.

On the right side of the living room, three sofas are placed in a "U" shape, and a black coffee table is in the middle.

There were four people sitting on the sofa, each of whom looked outstanding in temperament and extraordinary in temperament.

The closest to the door is a beautiful woman with a slim figure. She is tied with a black ponytail and a tight black vest on her upper body.

Outline a hot and proud figure.

"Ole, are you sure you have delivered the invitation letter. What time is it now?"

The woman's voice is not very clear, but a little hoarse.

"No hurry, it's only two o'clock in the afternoon."

A magnetic sound came from the side.

Next to Vice President Ole, sat a tall and majestic man. He was wearing a black dome hat and his beard was neatly trimmed.

There are two beards on the lips, which do not have the feeling of being messy and thick. Instead, it makes people feel that the beard is delicate and slender, with a mature charm.

The bearded man took out a pocket watch from his arms.

The pocket watch is very exquisitely constructed, with floating sand-shaped star spots inside the glass cover. On the opened case, a flintlock musket is embossed.

This is the symbol of the Pandefu family, which is one of the three major families of the Magic Energy Association.

"Golan, have you brought cigarettes?"

The woman folded her hands behind her head and leaned towards the sofa, and the curve of her chest became even more exaggerated.

"Felia, when are you going to smoke? Forget it, when I haven't asked this question."

The bearded man looked at Filiya's eyes and reluctantly closed the pocket watch and put it in his inner bag.

Golan is very majestic, but that is more about treating juniors and subordinates. He is very friendly to his peers, especially his friends.

Take out a sterling silver snuff box from your arms.

The box is embossed with bird patterns and green gems are inlaid on the surface.

"Don't, I can't smoke snuff. Why are you still using this old antique? Are there any cigarettes?"

Philea rolled her eyes.

Sniffing snuff is one of the most primitive ways to smoke, and it was quite popular more than a hundred years ago.

The texture, smell, posture when snuff and the matching storage cigarette case all look quite singular, thus quickly capturing a number of high-quality scholars who were always picky at that time.

At that time, snuff boxes were even defined as symbols of social identity. In the upper circle, whether you snuff or not, having an exquisite and luxurious snuff box was necessary for style.

Of course, with the development of the times, the original method of snuff smoking has gradually been eliminated.

Snuff boxes have also become an exquisite collection, and few people use it directly.

"Next." Golan took out another iron box from his arms and threw it gently to Feliya.

"Thank you." Feilia snapped her fingers crisply and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box.

"Huh... By the way, what's the name of the new guy? Don Rivi?"

Felia took a sip of cigarette slowly.

The Tulip Hall actually has a dedicated smoking room, but Felia doesn't want to move.

No one would remind her, because the vice president of the Tulip Club is right next to her. Ole has no objection, who dares to have an objection?

"It's Don Wayne." Golan corrected.

"Oh, Don Wien, I heard that he was promoted to the suppression level in just over a year."

Felia bounced the ashes and let the ashes fall on the expensive carpet.

“Yes, it’s only been a year.”

An old man next to him interrupted, his tone was calm but he had an unquestionable majesty.

It was Vice President Ole Notting.

"I hope I won't be a complete parallel product like last time..."

Felia said in an exclaimed tone.

Golan's eyelids twitched, and the parallel goods that Filiya mentioned was his nephew.

"..." Golan was about to speak.

"Boom!" A loud bang came from the gate.

The door panel shattered, and a burly figure like a giant bear flew in close proximity to the ground.

It just stopped at Feliya's feet.

The sharp waves of air passed by, and a few wisps of ashes fell from the cigarette in her hand.

All sprinkled on men's hair.

"Dani Garcia?" Felia raised her eyebrows and glanced at Golan next to her.

Dani is a member of the Magic Society and is barely a friend of Golan.

He just walked out and said he wanted to relax.

"What's going on?" Golan frowned.

At the entrance of the Tulip Hall, a clear sound of footsteps came, and everyone turned their heads to look.

Outside the door.

A man in a windbreaker walked in slowly.

He took off the wide-brimmed hat on the top of his head and said politely.

"Hello, I'm Don Wayne."

Golan stood up from the sofa and looked at Su Mo in the distance with a slight anger on his face.

Golan is a person with good face. He was naturally angry when his friend was beaten in public.

Su Mo walked forward calmly, his boots stepped on the wood chips, making a dull sound.

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He looked forward and looked at Golan.

"I just joined the Tulip Club and injured other members. That's not good..."

Golan's tone was not very sharp.

Dani and him are both single-winged, and both are old-fashioned three-type models. Although he has more magical power and is a little stronger than Dani, he can only gain a slight advantage and cannot defeat him.

And the newcomer Don Wayne in front of him actually knocked Dani out of the way.

He is probably not his opponent.

"He blocked my way first, and was as noisy as a fly. His attitude was not friendly."

Su Mo pointed to Dani on the ground.

Golan patted his head, speechless.

He understood what was going on. There was such a group of old people in the Tulip Club.
Chapter completed!