46. An affair in a dance troupe (above)

This is my first encounter with a dude in the nobility in this world, I think Ming Qian and his friends are actually out gilding the lily with the merchant group, finally figured out why on earth two warriors of outstanding strength, Bao Gui and Hamasaki, would go for a single gang to open such an adventuring group that seems to have some disparity in strength, the prosperous star adventuring group is like that, there are masters in it, yes, these people have touched the first turn The rest of the group of young graduates in fine battle armour with sharp weapons in their hands, well, they don't count as graduates, because students at the War College who don't get a full title are only considered graduates, the ones who didn't get their skills right and had to leave school. So there are these adventuring groups, low in rank and small in number, but with members who are definitely strong enough to keep the group safe, at least when they go on missions. Some of the young and rich noblemen who wanted to put a colourful mark on their resume, when they were not recognized by the school and the professional union, would join such an adventure group to gild the lily, which was another income for the Prosperity Adventure Group.

I watched Ming Qian's back as he left, like a wolf with his tail between his legs. He didn't hide his wrath, even for a magician with a formal noble title like Gogo, he didn't harbour the slightest respect, instead he wanted us to think what an honour it was to be invited to join their little group!

"This bunch of scum!" Sister Gogo cursed in a low voice and sat down on the grass to one side. I busied myself like a squire beside them, serving up some useful spices on a plate, just waiting for Kuz to return from processing the game at the stream and put it in the pot together.

The group of young men didn't go far, choosing to spread a square tablecloth under a lemon tree not far from us, covered with dried meats, cheeses and some fine bottled wine, and then the young dudes sat around, even standing under a tree and starting to sing a lively ballad on the accordion, in an exotic way.

Many of the dancers washing clothes by the sink would have their eyes drawn to the beautiful singing and they would whisper shyly about the group of young men under the trees. These were young, rich, romantic young men, not bad looking, with the family crest on their chests, who knew how to catch the eye of a girl. Some of the daring dancers, after washing their clothes, would walk a little further with their large wooden basins full of clothes, deliberately passing the lemon tree with its fresh green leaves, showing off their faces and their white breasts as much as they could, and the young men would admire them with impunity, inviting the pretty girls with outstanding figures to stay.

I had already seen Katarina crouching by the sink, looking over at Khung Jin from time to time, and looking at her already wrung out clothes and Khung Jin's head in the sand, I knew that the girl had probably been lazy again, leaving all her laundry to Khung Jin, the honest little lady. If it were usual, she would have left Khung Jin behind and come to help me, but now she was still hesitating, as if she was always hesitating.

By this time there were already young dudes dancing merrily to the music with their arms around the thin waists of the dancers under the lemon tree not far away, but I was nimbly getting everything ready, even the charcoal fire. I was just waiting for Kuz to clean the tender little wild boar and carry it back to the pot. I sat next to my sister Koko and looked over with interest.

After all, there is nothing wrong with having a good father, and watching them dance with young and beautiful dancers in their arms is nothing. I saw a few dancers who were no less beautiful than Katarina coming from the caravan, wearing long court-like dresses that showed off the whiteness of their breasts, and their tightly cinched waists made their breasts swell up. I asked my sister Gogo, "Sister, are those women the older girls from the other caravans?"

Gogo was flipping through a thick book of magic and looked up at my question before saying, "There are only nine girls in these thirteen caravans, and apart from the first lady who runs the troupe and has to show her face, the rest of the girls are not that easy to meet.

"Like Sister Singh and Katrina?" I asked.

"Something like that!" Sister Gogo obviously didn't want to say much about this and glared at me saying, "Are you all set, when the hell are we going to have dinner?"

I was a bit speechless and pointed at the sun hanging high in the sky and said, "Won't it be easy to get hungry if we eat dinner too early?"

"Hmph!" Sister Gogo didn't want to pay any attention to me.

I had to look around again in boredom, and once the beautiful ladies with outstanding faces had entered, the dancers who had been invited in after washing their clothes at the pool were pushed to the edge, and the young people were laughing and joking so loudly that their voices carried far and wide. Some even had to draw their swords and fight each other in front of one of the dancers, causing the dancers to shout in astonishment and hilarity.

I could see that the young dudes were trying hard to impress the more reserved-looking dancers, who, according to Gogo, were the middle managers of the other caravans, like Katrina and Singh, who had better looks and were more respected by the girls in the troupe and were in a higher position. They were able to maintain their dignity and reserve in front of these young men, unlike the other dancers who sat there like a cheap chicken for sale, who could be dragged back to the tent to warm their nest with a few silver dimes thrown at them.

Even Khonjin had finished washing her clothes and was standing in the shallow, knee-deep water with her trouser legs up, spreading her long hair out and washing it. Katrina finally ran around the lemon tree without moving, locks of her washed red hair still clinging to her chest, her dress clinging to her body as it was wet with the spray of the waterfall, revealing the delicate curves of her body.

"I thought you said you were going to swim in the pond?" I teased Katrina, who looked as if she had fallen into the pond.

Katrina glanced over at the lemon tree and whispered to me, "I can't wash myself with these scoundrels! Master Leipas has obviously arranged the camp in the caravan downstream to give us enough space for the dance troupe, but look at this group of adventurous scoundrels who are just shamelessly coming over to take advantage of the girls, so who can do anything about it!"

I suddenly had a feeling that Katrina and the young men must know each other, it was a sixth sense that had somehow arisen, since my magical senses had been growing, I found that not only had my five physical senses become sharper, but also my sixth sense intuition had become more accurate. I could feel Katrina's eyes sometimes falling on a young man under a lemon tree and then instantly shifting away.

It was a conflicted look, and I guessed that Katarina must have wanted to talk to the short-haired young man, but always pretended not to see him. It was a look of indignation to see someone whispering intimately to a beautiful dancer.

I don't know much about the state of men and women in love. But I've never eaten pork, I've seen a pig walk! It seemed that the young swordsman with short yellow hair and a slender body, wearing a scorpion-tailed crystal lion's leather armour, with two fine long swords at his waist and a distinctive glint in his eyes, must be the object of our red-haired lady Katrina's affection.

I suddenly pointed to the young swordsman over there and asked her, "Katrina, why don't you go over and say hello to your friend?"

"Ah!" Her face instantly flushed and she quickly covered my mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense, the Seventh Mother is very strict about such matters, I don't know any friend like him."

At that moment, it happened that the young swordsman was also looking this way, and when he saw Katarina his eyes visibly lit up, he hurriedly left the chatting dancer beside him and came over to us.

"Ja, I'm all wet and my clothes are sticking to me and I'm cold and uncomfortable, will you go back to the car with me and change, please!" Katrina panicked as she saw the young swordsman approaching and tried to pull me away.

Seeing the pitiful look on Katrina's face, I could not refuse and said, "Yes!"

She had been taking care of me all these days, but Singh had been too busy managing the caravan and serving Miss Kiger to pay attention to me, which had brought me closer to Katrina. She took my little hand and ran towards the caravan. When the young swordsman saw that we were leaving, he took a light step and came after us. His pace was not great, but it only felt like he took a few steps before he stopped in front of Katarina, and with confusion and doubt on his handsome, clean face, he said to Katarina with some excitement, "Lina, can you give me a few minutes? I have something I want to say to you."

This was clearly a play on a rich young man courting a young model, and what was I? What am I? A lamp holder with a kilowatt bulb on my head!

We don't know who you are, we don't know which clan you're from with that badge on your chest, and we don't know how good you are, but that doesn't stop me from recognising you in your leather armour, scorpion-tailed crystal lion leather armour! My heart roared as Kurtz took me by the ear and shouted at me that he had to get himself a scorpion-tailed crystal lion's leather armour before he turned twenty. Wasn't it the same one the young man was wearing? It was the leather of a scorpion-tailed crystal lion, which was even stronger than the earth bear, and was already in the category of medium-grade magical beast leather. I tried to get away from Katrina's hand, wondering if I could hide away, it was obviously a bit hot in here, even if I was just a kid, but if the fire of love in the young swordsman's eyes burned himself out and turned his anger against Katrina on me, it would be a lie.

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