Chapter 78 Type

"Speaking of this, I can say that I am your admirer."

“Worshipper?”

"Yes, your equestrian is really great... would you like to have a drink with your admirers?" An chuckled, picked up two glasses of red wine from the table next to him (these are all for guests to use) and handed one of the glasses to Ashu Rufate.

"My riding skills are actually very average." Ashu Rufate took the cup, but did not drink it, but just held it in his hand. "Just because I have a good horse."

"Haha... if you win, you win. Victory depends on many aspects, and even just on luck. But," An looked at Ashu Rufate playfully, and his body leaned forward slightly without realizing it. "Luck is also part of a person's strength. If you don't even have luck, how can a person win? Horse racing is a competition for mounts."

"That's true." Ashu Rufate replied. "Ms. An, you are..."

"I'm not from this city, I'm a Wallonian," Ann replied. "But I come here to watch horse racing every year. It's a great game, isn't it?"

"Go over there and sit?" the woman who called herself An suggested. The place she was referring to was a corner of the hall. Ashu Rufate noticed that she also held the wine glass in her hand but did not drink.

Ashu Rufate did not refuse. It was just to waste time, so it would be good to have someone talk. This woman named An was slim and wore a red low-cut dress. This dress was undoubtedly targeted and specially designed, which completely highlighted her body advantages: she had a slightly exaggerated breast, and a slender waist that was so slim that she could only hold. These two advantages are the most mainstream pursuit of women's figures at present. Not only that, she was also very young and beautiful—her face was charming, and her expression and behavior were elegant. If compared with flowers, then there was a blooming rose in front of Ashu Rufate.

Even better, the rose looks like it has no thorns.

"Speaking of it, I seem to hear others say you have lost your memory?" An asked after sitting down.

"It's not that it seems, but I... really don't remember what happened before." Ash Rufate replied. There is no need to hide this. Having said that, with the mouth of that lady Esse, the whole city should know about this matter now.

"I thought it was a rumor. However, it really doesn't look like it."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"Because you have a firm look, you can't see any confusion." An said with a smile. "I heard that people who have amnesia are more confused."

"Maybe because I've been running around for half my life, it's easier to adapt to different environments." Ashu Rufate said.

"You speak so humorously." An laughed, holding a wineglass in one hand and holding her chin in a graceful position with the other hand. "Now maybe all the men in the whole city of Brassian are envious of you, and all the women are envious of your two fiancées."

"I really didn't know that I was so charming."

"That's because you haven't realized it yet." An said. "A ordinary squire and nobleman earn only about 300 to 700 years. You get an income equivalent to others for 20 or 30 years at a time. Who wouldn't envy it? Even if I am," she said with a smile. This smile has the charm of inverting all living beings. In fact, her face really interprets the word "emotional with eyes" to the extreme at this moment. Unfortunately, Ash Rufate was looking at the glass of wine in his hand at this time, so he did not notice her expression.

"That's just in this countryside." Ash Rufate replied.

"If you lose your memory, why do you remember that you are a mercenary?"

"Oh, this is easy," said Ashu Rufate. "Because I still remember... vaguely remember some skills." He looked at his right hand, "some... unique skills."

"Is it a fighting skill?" An approached him. "Your body exudes a breath like a beast. I am very familiar with this breath. Only warriors who have experienced countless bloody battles and defeated countless enemies can feel this feeling... it is very attractive."

"War is not a good thing," said Ashu Rufate. "It seems that someone has told me... War is a terrible thing. As long as it is possible, war must be avoided."

"It's really not like what a mercenary said. For mercenaries, only those who have income and jobs can be obtained through war, right?"

"I feel so too. Maybe it's because of this feeling that I gave up this profession and came here to live a life of scattered life and wait for death through this engagement."

"Is that so, hehe... good men are unusual everywhere. Gold will shine even if it is thrown into the sand, right?" An stood up and "Come on, let's dance a song."

Ashu Rufate also noticed that the band's music had changed from the bright and intense music just now to a much smoother dance music. For this dance, the appetizer had ended and the main course had officially begun.

There were about ten pairs of men and women on the dance floor and they started dancing, but the two sisters were not among them. This woman named An is a good dancer, at least she performed well when she was dancing this kind of dance. However, her physical strength seemed to be not very good. After the two of them successfully danced a song, she became obviously panting and even sweat was slightly visible on her head.

He helped An to walk to the corner beside where people could rest. When he walked past a step, An suddenly stepped on a stairs and threw himself into his arms.

"I'm so sorry." An quickly stabilized his body and apologized to him. "I was accidentally."

"Ash Rufate." Another voice sounded, and Ash Rufate knew that it was Xingke coming without turning his head.

"Oh, your fiancée is here." An put it in his ear and said quickly in a friendly and ambiguous posture. "I won't insert it in the middle. See you next time."

She walked a few steps before stopping and looked back at the dance floor. Ashu Rufat was already in the dance floor with Xingke. From Xingke's expression of anger, he could guess what the two people were saying. Most of them were asking "Why are you flirting with this strange woman?", and the other party's answer was 99% "No, just chatting for a few words and dancing."

An sniffed her lips and walked forward. She did not return to the corner where she had chatted before as she had done before, but left from a side door of the hall.

After leaving the guest hall, she circled a small circle in the garden outside and then came to a small room on the side door of the garden. In this room, someone was already waiting for her.

"Miss Shirley, things are not going well." An said after walking into the door, closing the door back.

"Didn't you say that all men are lustful?" Shirley replied in a tone of disbelief. "I thought with your professional experience, this matter could be easily obtained."

"Yes, men are lustful, but their 'color' is different. He may not necessarily eat this one."

"Your bust can't attract his attention?"

"Big breasts are not omnipotent." An chuckled. "Every man likes different types. I believe it is more appropriate for you to seduce him than me. From this point of view," her voice was mixed with a three-point ambiguousness. "Sometimes, small breasts are also rare resources. Of course, it's just sometimes."

"Stop making such jokes, this matter is very important to me." Shirley glared at the other party. Her anger was half because there was something wrong, and the other half because the other party's last sentence was full of sarcasm and ambiguousness. "Is it really impossible to seduce him?"

"He has almost no interest in me." An shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that's the truth. With my professional perspective, I can see it all at once. Even if I try to express further, it's just a waste of time and can even cause disgust."

"Aren't the mercenaries all a bunch of slutty men?"

"It should be said that most of them are hungry ghosts in sex, but it is normal to have one or two exceptions by chance." An replied. "Besides, this person is not short of women now. He is already with his two fiancées."

"Sure enough...has it failed?" Shirley murmured to herself in a low voice, and then she immediately raised her voice. "So, what do you think of him?"

"He claimed to have lost his memory..." An frowned and recalled the little things he had just said. "But to be honest, it doesn't look like it. Because he was terriblely calm and did not wince at all. Either he was a person who used to big scenes, or it was just a smoke that covered people's eyes. But his speech and behavior... were definitely not like an ordinary mercenary. I have seen countless men, so I'm very sure that he must have received complete etiquette guidance, which shows that he has a high possibility of being an extraordinary person, at least he has received such education... and... he should be a relatively powerful warrior."

"Sure enough..." Shirley said to herself softly.

"According to my intuition about men," An continued. "He should be a bold and daring man... he should be the type who can take responsibility. To be honest, I was a little moved. Such a man is not easy to find. No wonder Countess Marianne has worked hard to promote this marriage. It may be difficult to convince him to give up his two fiancées, unless it is a great danger or temptation... otherwise, there is basically no need to think about it."

"You said just now that he is a very strong warrior?"

"Yes, his hands are very stable and powerful. Only sword-holding arms that have been trained for a long time have this phenomenon. Because when he was walking and sitting down to chat with a glass, the wine in the glass almost didn't shake much. This sense of balance is not something that everyone has, and can only be obtained after strict training... As for strength, he is also very strong. Because I think he can pick me up without any effort. Even with half of the strength of one arm. I was pouring all my strength at that time, but he just supported me with a little force." She laughed again. "I think his physical strength is very super-human. If I am in bed, three or five ordinary women may have to beg for mercy. Even me... well, it's better to have one more woman to be safer."

"Don't turn these wrong ideas. I'm not hiring you to satisfy your delusions!"

"I know, so you are the boss and I am the employee." An smiled and gave a curtsey to express obedience. "But I still want to say that if he comes to my brothel, I would really be willing to receive it for free and try his ability." She noticed the displeasure on the employer's face. "But no matter what, this person may be difficult to deal with with ordinary violence."
Chapter completed!