DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 50: I Can Teach You
Everyone looked at him in shock.
Only Dayshannon knows.
He's serious. She really doesn't know how to dance.
Her clear and sincere eyes told her that she made no excuses for her rejection, but she really did not know how to dance.
The Tulip Academy etiquette course does not include learning to dance.
Charles III also frowned slightly.
It was not wrong for him to admire Joelson. He almost saw her as the next Harriet Terrence, which is why the royal family immediately tried to curry favor with her.
However, compared to a magic genius who had yet to grow up, the status of his daughter, Dayshannon, was clearly higher in his heart.
He even had the idea to immediately remove the Duke title.
Prince Antoine had a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to a good show.
The atmosphere at the scene started to become a little tense.
Suddenly, Dayshannon pulled out a "Pfft" and laughed. The beauty that bloomed in an instant made everyone dizzy.
All the nervousness is gone.
"No problem."
Dayshannon mischievously winked at Joelson and reached out to him.
"I can teach you."
Everyone breathed in their hearts. For Joelson's sake, the princess actually humbled herself a lot.
There's no reason to refuse this time, right?
If he dared to refuse again, this child would definitely regret it.
Many gazes filled with warnings were fired.
"Good!"
Joelson answered straightforwardly, taking advantage of the opportunity to hold that perfect, slender hand.
His jealous gaze instantly became much hotter.
He actually dared to hold the hand of the princess?!
Really is!
That's too envious!
Dayshannon's hands are small and soft.
It's very comfortable to hold.
A faint red gush appeared on his face.
This was supposed to be an invitation from a noble for a girl he liked.
Now, he's the one who took the initiative to do it to Joelson.
His heart was pounding, and he was extremely embarrassed.
She held Joelson with one hand and her long skirt with the other, and walked happily to the center of the dance floor.
At this moment, everyone retreated from the center of the stage and made room for the two of them.
Only these two people had the right to stand in the middle of the dance floor.
Their light purple hair fluttered in the wind as Dayshannon walked towards them.
The two are very close to each other.
The confusion in Joelson's eyes became more intense.
He seemed to have smelled the faint scent of Bauhinia flowers somewhere before.
Joelson's left hand gently leaned against Dayshannon's waist, and his right hand tightly grasped Dayshannon's small hand.
"Just like me" whispered Dayshannon. "Take one step at a time. It's actually very simple. A genius like you will definitely be able to learn it easily."
Joelson gave off the same concentration as when Harriet Terrence taught him magic lessons, and studied them very seriously.
"No, no, you have to step out on your left foot first."
"You're stepping on my skirt again! Are you really a magic genius?! Haha."
"Sorry, Princess Dayshannon. I'm clumsy like a duck."
The atmosphere of the banquet became harmonious and cheerful again.
Charles III's eyebrows loosen. He could see his daughter was very happy.
Other than a few young men and women who were hiding in a corner and secretly watching the two of them, they were jealous, envious, and depressed. However, there was nothing they could do. They could only continue to pour wine into their mouths.
Morton saw an opportunity. After four or five attempts, he finally managed to get a noble girl, who had been rejected by Joelson and was still very depressed, to dance with him.
There was also a pair of eyes that stared intently at the two figures who continued to dance.
"His Highness the Prince."
Someone quickly walked over to Prince Antoine's side and said respectfully.
Antoine slowly sipped on a short-term wine glass and then asked indifferently, "How is it? Have you brought that stuff?"
"I've brought him. They're on the train outside the palace."
"It's so good."
Antoine nodded in satisfaction, he whispered to himself, "This new high-level spiritual banquet cost me 50,000 gold coins to earn. Not only does it enhance meditation, but it can also enhance the perception of the fire element of a witch. Joelson majored in fire magic, so he'll definitely love this gift."
"Send it to him after the banquet."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The man replied and asked dejectedly, "Your Majesty, do you need to send him a message?"
Antoine narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment and said, "Tell him that this is a small gift from me. I wish I could call him a friend."
"Understood."
"Oh, right." Antoine glanced at his subordinates and asked, "Have you found the master who made this potion? Or, have you found the formula?"
"Not yet."
His subordinate shook his head and said, "Everyone in the Chamber of Commerce selling potions at the auction house has been arrested and interrogated. They say that a man named Edward sold the potion to them. They were also watching over them. The formula, but the two Level 4 magicians and knights sent did not return."
"Stupid!"
Antoine snorted in disdain and said, "How could a tier-4 trash be able to concoct such a magic potion?"
Antoine looked at Joelson's dancing figure and said in a low voice, "Edward, another Edward."
"One Harriet Terrence is enough for the Alcott Empire. I don't want to see another. If you're smart enough, you might be able to... Haha."
...
Shortly after, dinner ended.
Joelson sitting on the royal train.
She's alone. Harriet Terrence can't be found in the middle of dinner.
It was destined to be a beautiful and unforgettable night.
After Joelson clumsily danced the whole dance song.
Dayshannon silently said goodbye to her, disappearing like the moon and stars at night.
Joelson even felt that he was like Cinderella in a fairy tale, who suddenly barged into his world and quietly said goodbye before the clock ticked twelve.
The scent of the Bauhinia flower left in his hands was the crystal shoes he had left behind.
As if it was a dream.
Pulling his thoughts out, Joelson's gaze fell on his own hands.
The magic potion in the beautiful crystal bottle emitted a faint red glow in the dark.
There was a complicated expression on his face.
He was shocked, but he did not know what to say.
Wasn't this the new spirit herb he was selling?