Chapter 395: Mesolon Region

The name of Amiste Russell and the huge power it represents attracted more people who understood the information in this salon. Lin En felt like a one-man band, like a busy Tom Cat who had to serve various instruments.

Under the premise of maintaining demeanor, you must also ensure that there are no mistakes.

If you remember some noble family honors incorrectly, it will be a joke. In Lin En's sausage-stuffing response, Amiste waved the fan elegantly and whispered in his ear.

"Reliable and capable Mr. Lin En, I'm tired enough today. I'm going back to rest first~~Hmm, if you are fast enough, you may be able to catch me in a panic in the bathroom, and then severely punish me, a bad-hearted woman~~"

Then...

The countess smiled and left Lin En here, and she ran away first.

Lin En tried to maintain a smile during the social event, but his fists clenched involuntarily. No matter how long they have been together, Amis can always easily stir up the fire in a man's heart. Facing this beauty, you can't bear to really hit her with your fists, so you can only choose to whip her hard.

Swear by the inexhaustible energy of [The Fairy in the Lake].

When he goes back today, someone will be in trouble today, and it will be a big trouble. He has prepared nine methods in his mind, nine fierce methods that will make her cry and beg for mercy.

Lin En's thoughts can only be suppressed in his heart now.

He has been entertaining until the sun has already set, and his slightly hot head protested to the master not to record so many things carefully for that bad woman, and then he slowly calmed down.

Lin En, who was relieved, directed the servants to carefully pack the two paintings that had been dried and send them back to the Ocean Pavilion. These two paintings are what he and the countess like. Couple paintings, in pairs, are a rare unexpected harvest in this autumn hunting.

While the young gentleman was busy, a shabby figure came over to talk to him timidly.

Painter Worden.

This artist who seized the opportunity provided by Lin En and became a celebrity overnight, this humble man's facial muscles were sore from smiling all day. The humble temperament left in him had not been washed away by flattery, and Worden did not say that the whole person was floating up, not taking anyone seriously.

As a humble and polite guy, he had been holding his hat and waiting quietly on the side, temporarily declining various invitations and greetings, until Lin En was almost busy, he dared to come over to talk.

"Mr. Lin, please allow me to admire your beauty. Your radiance is like the sun, attracting everyone's attention. The golden scales on the sea are the gifts you have sown. I, Woden, a humble man, can use a brush to draw your demeanor. It is the greatest honor of my life. I swear that I will follow your beauty..."

"Uh, stop."

Lin, who was already a little powerless psychologically, quickly interrupted this guy's extremely disgusting flattery. The hot light flashing in his eyes seemed to be able to burn the candle directly into ashes. When it fell on Lin, he felt a strange chill.

Oh my God, the people who help me do good deeds every day are not gay, right?

I heard that these people who play art are more open than ordinary people. What about ha grass, no-cover meetings, gay men and lesbians are actually around me. They are really at the forefront of discussing art and facing the problems of morality and law. In addition to the madness of extraordinary pollution in this world, sometimes artists are also high-risk professions.

"I have heard more compliments today than in my 17 years of life combined. If you are willing to simply and clearly state your purpose, I will be very grateful." Lin En forced a smile and said.

One compliment benefits the body and mind, ten compliments will make the whole person feel sublimated, and too many compliments will make people feel like vomiting.

"Oh, that's it. I want to express my gratitude to you, but I am so humble, like a tiny dust in front of you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have worked so hard to create this painting and achieved amazing results. My only prayer is that your amazing beauty will not be damaged, and I am willing to fix this beauty for you forever."

"Uh, is there anything else..."

Lin En felt a little disgusted at this time, thinking that he might have met a gay. After all, artists can do anything to get materials. In this extraordinary world, being gay is considered a light taste. These rich people are tired of playing with ordinary people, and they can do anything for sensory enjoyment in private. It's not just [The Lady of the Cup], even other positive gods still have extreme sects under them.

Lin En suddenly regretted helping Woden. He felt that he might harm him by elevating him to a position that did not belong to him.

In his eyes was the fiery light of a fanatic.

Having had the shadow of the divinity of the previous [Painless Apostle], Lin En was a little timid about this world with so many potential lunatics.

"Oh, I have another friend, my guide, who hopes to have a talk with him after you calm down a little." Woden's enthusiasm finally subsided a lot.

"Your friend? Where is he?" Lin En decided to quickly send Woden and his friend away.

It would be best if they never met again.

Woden enthusiastically introduced a middle-aged man with a goatee and exotic clothes to Lin En. This man has a name as unique as his appearance: Xin Chazan, and he is indeed not from Albion, but an elder from the Mesolon region.

The Mesolon region is rich in two things.

Yellow sand and oil.

The first is dispensable, but the second is an important component of the blood of the current continental powers. After the invasion of more powerful steel, gunpowder and extraordinary people, this desert tribal united kingdom put down its ancient dignity and rules and became a source of raw materials.

In the face of the majestic and invincible battleships, and the demigod extraordinary people who came across the sea to suppress everything, any ancient corruption must lower its head.

Of course, in Albion's propaganda, the people in these places are barbaric and uncivilized natives.

They are lazy, ugly and lowly, and need civilized people to educate them with iron and blood. The result of this kind of education is that the Mesolon region was incorporated into the civilized world after being beaten, but in a more humiliating and confused manner. There is a Mesolon in the envoy's mansion located in the [Steam City].