anwhile, near the drinks table, there was also another debate. Elizabeth was the daughter of a king, and with her beautiful appearance, it was natural for her to be approached by many boys.
However, when she was chatting with them, they suddenly gave a path to one boy. Judging from the way he walked and his expression, the boy must be very arrogant.
The boy then approached Elizabeth with a smile. "Hello, Miss. Elizabeth, I think this is our second eting." He squats down and kisses Elizabeth's hand. Looking at his behavior, the other boys just snorted; he did not say a word.
The boy is quite handso; his body's proportion is also perfect, not thin nor fat. His body also had trained muscles; with brown hair, he stood staring at Elizabeth.
Looking at her kissed hands, Elizabeth forced a smile. "Yes, this is the second ti, Master Matson." Elizabeth then took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands.
Matson was not offended by Elizabeth's behavior. "So, has Miss Elizabeth thought of the proposal I sent?"
When Matson ntioned the proposal, Elizabeth's expression changed. "As you know, you have to prove yourself first," she replied with a cold tone while looking at Matson in disgust.
"Please, Miss Elizabeth, who else deserves to side with you except , genius number one." All the boys were looking at Matson around Elizabeth.
They beca furious with Matson's words. None of them dared to spoke, considering Matson's strength at the first king's party. They could only clench their fist and look at him with anger.
"Hey, Eliz." Ignoring Matson's provocation, one boy ca forward and hugged Elizabeth. "It's been a while. How are you?" Confused about Elizabeth's silence, he looked down only to see Elizabeth's face flushed.
"Stupid, don't do things like this in public, Clark."
Clark was the boy who dared to hug Elizabeth, even though he didn't look as handso as Matson; however, he carried an aura that made people feel comfortable around him.
Seeing his provocation didn't work, Matson turned to Clark. "Hey, loser. It's been a long ti. How about we continue our battle?"
Clark, who heard soone ntion his battle, wanted to turn around and accept the challenge, but he felt Elizabeth pulling his clothes. "Don't Clark, this ti, you might get badly injured again." Elizabeth held Clark's shirt with all her strength, with a very worried expression.
"It's okay, Eliz, I'm not the sa person as I was years ago." Clark took Elizabeth's hand and turned to look at Matson. "Okay, I accept. How about we start now?"
Matson grinned. "Okay, no problem." Then he walked towards the arena but stopped halfway. "I hope your defeat last year has taught you sothing." Matson then laughed as he walked.
Clark clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to hold her anger. "Just wait, Matson, you will know it later." Clark then walked, followed Matson.
If Matson loved Elizabeth, Clark would accept his defeat and give up on Elizabeth, but he knew Matson only targeted Elizabeth to strengthen his father's status.
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The debate also caught Desmond's attention. "Mrs. Clentine, who are they?"
Looing at Desmond's gaze, Clentine replied, "Which one?"
"The arrogant one."
"That's Matson, son of Grimm. Grimm is one of the Grandmaster candidates. His father is amazing, but they said Matson is also really a genius. So rumors say that his physique is comparable to that of a 10-year-old child.
"He also beat Clark, the boy who was with Elizabeth."
[Scanning the target..]
[Scan Complete!]
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-Status-
Na: Matson
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman
Occupation: None
Unique Energy: 9.06
Strength: 4.59
Agility: 5.52
Stamina: 2.00
Trait Effect :
Arrogant (Unique)
- Temporarily Increase Strength, Agility when fighting a weaker enemy
- Increase Amount Unique Energy Gathering 0.003
- Grants a Fear effect on weaker enemies
]
"Hooh, that was amazing, right?"
Looking at Desmond expressionlessly, Clentine shook her head. "You may not know that. He is also rumored to be the seed of the future dual-class."
"Oh," Desmond replied with an unattractive expression. What's so great about that? The stats alone are still below , he thought. Then he asks, "So how about the other one?"
"Clark is the son of Albin and Yasi, a forr aristocrat, different from Matson. Clark has long known Elizabeth from childhood. Elizabeth often visits the clothing shop of Clark's mother."
[Scanning the target..]
[Scan Complete!]
[
-Status-
Na: Clark
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman
Occupation: None
Unique Energy: 9.06
Strength: 5.15
Agility: 6.00
Stamina: 2.00
Trait Effect :
Fairness (Unique)
- Temporarily Increase Strength, Agility overti when fighting an enemy with evil traits.
- Increase Amount Unique Energy Gathering 0.003
- Regeneration 50% when dying.
]
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong?" Seeing Desmond's expression suddenly change made Clentine feel excited. "Are you perhaps attracted to Clark?" She began to daydream, thinking about the scenario between Desmond and Clark's love.
Desmond flinched. Why do I have to pull off with n? Desmond thought. "No, want to bet who'll win between Clark and Matson?"
Hearing Desmond's request, Clentine beca more excited. "Okay, you go first. Who will you choose?"
"Clark." Desmond believed in Clark; he looked like the protagonist. Looking at Clark's status, he felt envious. His trait buff is unfair. System, simulate a battle between Clark and .
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Creating Task...
Used 1 Slot
Status: Working 0%
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[Working 50%..]
[Status: Completed ]
[Saving to Database …]
[Data Saved!]
[System Conclusion: Host has an 80% chance of winning if it is just a regular match, but if it's a death and battle, the possibility of the host is 30%. This calculation is based on the regeneration of the target and the host's evil traits.]
Well, as I thought. At least there's still a chance for to develop.
Seeing Desmond's confidence, Clentine beca confused. "Isn't this your first ti here? Why believe in him so much?"
"Just an instinct," Desmond answered as he thought about the many tricks to increase the chance of winning. Then he glanced at Clentine. "So, Mrs. Clentine, if I win, you'll owe a favor."
"Hooh, okay, I accept it, but if you lose, you have to approach my daughter and, if possible, get married." Clentine laughed out loud. Her only intention was to make Desmond her son-in-law. From the first ti she saw Desmond, she already knew Desmond was full of potential.
"Okay, no problem, as long as your daughter wants to," Desmond replied casually. To him, marriage was just another chip for bargaining. Even in the previous world, he had beco the fiancé of several wealthy princesses.
Hearing Desmond imdiately agree, Clentine beca happy. "No problem, I'll try to make my daughter like you. Let's go; it seems they are about to start the match."
Seeing that Matson and Clark had entered the practice room, Clentine then invited Diana, Alice, and Desmond to follow her.
Ah, I forgot, she has a match, too, thought Desmond as he turned to look at Clentine, who didn't seem to have a problem with her daughter's match.
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