The arena match of the Trapped Phoenix Association.
Today is the day for Alvin and his team to compete in the semi-finals, while Lan Yu and his team’s competition is tomorrow. When Alvin and his party arrived at the palace, they naturally did not see Aglaia and Lan Yu. After all, there is no game worthy of Aglaia coming to watch in person. If she couldn't make Alvin sweat, then she would just be bored when she came to the scene.
Although he didn't see Jean, Alvin was not as disappointed as before. Because he was very confident in persuading Aglaia to visit the Free City as a guest. So even if he loses to Aglaia and the others in the future, it won't be the end of the world for Alvin.
Today's competition also went smoothly. Alvin led the team to defeat the opponent with three strikes, five divisions and two.
In this case, he was just waiting for Aglaia to qualify and meet him in the finals.
If everything goes well, the two teams, the Boer Principality and the Fan Ao Principality, will decide the winner in the day after, to determine the ownership of the red-haired beauty.
Alvin did not expect that this journey would go so smoothly. He thought that Sanifensa's side would definitely be a stumbling block, but he didn't expect that he could advance all the way so easily. The team from the Principality of Tiler were drowned without even breaking out of the waves.
This also made Alvin feel a little uneasy. Logically speaking, the prince's side shouldn't be so quiet, he thought to himself.
"Where are you going later?" O'Nian's words interrupted Alvin's thoughts, "It's rare today that your new bedmate didn't come with you. Otherwise, it would have been another day of chattering." Naturally, she was referring to the special one. Lecia.
"Oh, Turand said that there are many young painters in the city who want to meet me. What kind of salon did they organize?" Alvin said, without answering the word "bedmate".
"Huh? What new word is that?" Onian asked curiously.
"It's said to be invented by the Xindu people. It's similar to a party. I've never been to one, so I don't know much about it." Alvin shook his head and said with a smile, "But this old boy knows a lot of people, and he even People from the Xindu sect are also involved with him.”
"Riya had the foresight to send this person to you," Onian said.
"Riya is a pure old fox, can he make mistakes?" Alvin thought of the Archbishop of the Southwest Diocese of Universalism, and a teasing smile appeared on his lips.
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At the junction of Finch Street and Weiss Street in Fengklan North City, a carriage with dull paint was parked.
In the car, Sanifensa looked at the man opposite with a smile, and said with disdain: "Don't look, I said he would come, and he will definitely come."
Sitting opposite her was Old Barrel's second son, John Rusty. At this time, he was uneasily lifting the car curtains over and over again to confirm whether the "rightful owner" had arrived.
"Okay, you kid, stay calm and don't jump up and down like an restless hyena." Sanifensa pressed John's lower abdomen with her bare feet and pushed him back onto the car seat. "It's the big thing that ruined me."
After being told this, John calmed down a little. He looked at the woman's smooth calves, his eyes extending all the way up to the top of her thighs. It was really "infinite spring". When he swallowed his saliva and raised his head, he saw her raising her eyebrows, and she happened to look over at her.
That ambiguous look that was full of provocation and pointing made John's mind stagnate. He secretly sighed that this woman was just like the rumors, seducing men just for fun.
"I said, you kid, you secretly came to me to cooperate and sold your eldest brother like this. What will your father do if he finds out?" Sanifensa teased.
"Since he and I are already on the same level, why not strike first and take advantage?" John said disapprovingly.
"Besides, isn't Alvin also a serious problem for you?" "Clear thinking and ruthless heart. I just like to cooperate with people like you, hahaha..." Sanifensa looked at John with a smile. said.
"No, you still have a great way of killing two birds with one stone. I still have to learn more from you." John also laughed.
"Well, look, if I said he would come, then he will definitely come." Sanifensa glanced out the car window and said with a hint of pride, "This Alvin is good at everything. Too pushy.”
"But think about it, how can such an outstanding young man not like to be in the limelight?"
When John saw Alvin and the woman arriving, he was overjoyed.
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"No. 19 Finch Street?" Alvin looked up and looked for the house number, "It seems to be here."
This row of townhouses is located in an older neighborhood, quite a bit of a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle.
"Are you...?" When Alvin knocked on the door, a man with a half-faced mask came up to him with a smile.
Alvin immediately froze on the spot and slandered the young emperor of the Fuwei Empire: "In this country, from top to bottom, everyone loves to wear masks, which is probably inseparable from the emperor's hobby..."
"Turand said that a salon was opened here..." Alvin said.
"Oh, it's Mr. Alvin." The man's face immediately showed an excited look, "My name is Turner Merisi. I'm very happy to meet you, Mr. Alvin."
"Who is this...?" When Turner looked at the snow-haired woman next to Alvin, his breathing stagnated for a moment.
"My wife." Alvin said calmly.
"Oh..." Turner nodded quickly and enthusiastically invited the two of them into the room.
Alvin took a general glance at the furnishings in the front hall, and found that it was different from what he expected. The decoration and furniture had been carefully taken care of.
"Here, please choose a mask to wear." Turner took a mahogany tray from nowhere, with several exquisite masks laid out on it.
Alvin looked like he wanted to die.
Onian was snickering beside her. Obviously, Alvin often complains about these fools who like to wear masks, such as the emperor and Aglaia. Now he has to wear one himself, which is really a living torture.
"This is our surprise today." Turner looked at Alvin's painful expression and explained proudly, "Wearing a mask, you can't recognize anyone. The theme of today's salon is to find Alvin Sir. Just in case any of them have seen you before, that's why they all came up with such a clever idea."
"Only I know what mask you are wearing," Turner said with a smile. "I will reveal the mystery to them at the end of the salon."
"Then do I still have to hide myself well so that they don't recognize me?" Alvin asked with a wry smile.
"Yes, you can't be recognized too early, otherwise it will be boring." Turner reminded.
"Ha, you still want to show off, but I didn't expect that someone came up with such a 'secondary trick' to let you hide yourself as much as possible, but it's really interesting." Onian put her elbow on Alvin's waist and tried her best Holding back his laughter, he kept sarcastic.
Alvin glanced at her hatefully.
Finally he reluctantly chose a "white lion" mask.
Onian, on the other hand, chose an extremely exquisite "swan" mask.
For some reason, Alvin looked at the mask in Onian's hand twice.
Then Turner led the two of them through the open-air corridor to the inner hall.
As soon as I entered the inner hall, I smelled a strong smell of oil paint. Not to mention, the townhouse is much more spacious than Alvin imagined.
Alvin took a quick look and saw that there were dozens of customers coming to the salon. There are really all kinds of weird masks, including birds and animals, flowers, birds, insects and fish, it’s really eye-catching.
"What's wrong with you?" Alvin looked at Onian beside him and was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask.
Onian shook her head and said it was nothing.
A total of about twenty paintings are displayed in the inner hall, all by the so-called "New School". Originally, Alvin was curious about why these young painters invited him here, but after seeing these paintings, he understood a lot.
His own painting "The Believer", which hangs in the Saint-Emerald Cathedral in Zanc, has many tacit understandings of the depiction of the picture with the painters of these new schools. It's just that Alvin's ability to use the environment to enhance the atmosphere of the painting is even more outstanding than these painters.
Alvin led Onian and looked at all the twenty paintings in detail. This so-called "New School" is indeed somewhat unique. They abandoned the rigid composition of the academic school and were more creative in their control of the opposite image, making the whole painting extremely tense.
Especially in front of the painting "Fishing Boat on the Fierce Sea", he paused for a long time.
Above the dark sea, there was a turbulent surge, and the fishermen on the solitary boat were fighting fearlessly against this wild force of nature under the moonlight. The moonlight, obscured by dark clouds, could only cast a few rays of light on these fishermen. Therefore, people who appreciate the painting have no choice but to speculate on the mood of the fisherman on this lonely boat under the shadow.
This technique of "painting the virtual with reality, and the scene arises from the heart" is truly brilliant.
Even Alvin was shocked when he saw it, and felt that the young painters nowadays are indeed very capable. He looked at the signature in the lower right corner, and it turned out to be Sanifanza Perrone.
"Is this the work of that evil woman?" Alvin felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly at this moment, and all the words of praise turned into intestinal gas.
"Look, whose work this is." Alvin looked at Onian beside him.
But no one was seen.
He turned around twice and looked around, but still didn't see the "swan" mask.
For some reason, when he saw the name "Sanifensa Perrone", he had a bad feeling.
So he quickly rummaged through the crowd to find the snow-haired woman, but found no trace of her.
At this moment, he captured a beautiful figure with snowy hair and a swan mask not far away. He took three steps at a time and quickly ran up to hold Onian.
But when the woman turned around and saw Alvin, she flirted with him very charmingly.
Alvin, however, pushed the woman out of his arms without thinking.
This can't be Onian.
The half of the face under the half-covering mask does look a bit like Onian, and the pair of water-gold eyes are trying their best to replicate her. But Alvin could tell immediately - this woman was not Onian.
The reason is simple, Onian never wears perfume.
And this woman smelled of expensive perfume.
Although this woman did not deceive him into paying attention, it made Alvin feel uneasy and confused for a moment.
Because judging from the woman's dress, this so-called "salon" is a trap arranged in advance. And the target of this trap is not himself, but the people around him.
This made Alvin panic all of a sudden.
He originally thought that Sanifensa would make some moves at the Phoenix Meeting, but he never expected that such an unexpected move would come from him. He thought that Sanifensa would definitely take advantage of Lan Yu's ability to make a fuss, but he didn't expect that this old slut's target would actually be Onian.
What puzzled him even more was how could a person with such skill as Onian disappear so quietly?
"What kind of plot could make her unable to resist and make herself unaware of it?" Alvin's brain was working rapidly. Thank you for visiting 5G Xiao\Shuo\.net! Please remember me:
