Chapter 893: Queen's Ball

Joan barely squeezed out a smile, reaching for the exquisite exoskeleton of "Miss Ruby" like porcelain.
"Ruby, I'm not angry. I said those words just now, and didn't mean to criticize Mrs. Josephine. Don't go to your heart."
"You say that, I have no idea! But "Old Fox" is different. Ruby, I must tell his master of his malicious attack!"
Ruby looked serious, showing absolute loyalty to the hostess.
At this moment, Professor Moriarty turned his head and gave Joan a meaningful smile.
"Joan, aren't you studying "Insectosis"?"
"This mythological enlightenment giant mosquito is actually a carrier of "entomized virus". Whoever gets bitten by her will inevitably be infected with insectification even if she luckily saves her life."
"In a crowded place like a hot spring resort, this big mosquito fell like a mouse into a rice tank, and it is likely to be the scourge of spreading the virus."
"We might as well kill her, eliminate a big hidden danger for social public health safety, and also provide you with a research sample, how?"
"Miss Ruby" listened to the professor, and suddenly her tentacles and wings stood upright, screaming: "Devil! Devil!"
Joan quickly appeased the scared Miss Ruby, and she told her with a smile: "Don't be afraid, the instructor is just kidding, making you play."
"Just kidding! The devil's heart is so vicious!"
Ruby shouted excitedly.
"Little brother! You followed this big devil, there is no good result, or escape with Ruby!"
"I said it was just a joke, don't take it seriously." Joan was helpless.
Just as Ruby screamed at Professor Moriarty, the carriage started to slow down, and the brightly lit banquet hall was in front.
"Oh! It's already here, Ruby has to go!"
Seeing the light, Miss Ruby seemed taken aback, and fluttered her wings quickly, her figure gradually disappearing.
"Ruby, don't you go to Mrs. Josephine's ball?"
Joan shook his head in an invisible direction.
"The host said that I would show up publicly, which would scare her guests. Besides, no man was willing to invite poor Ruby to dance..."
"Miss Ruby" came in the night sky and groaned in grief.
Joan couldn't bear it for a moment, and said to her without thinking: "Unfortunately, I can't dance, otherwise I will be your partner..."
"Hehe~ Little brother is so nice, Ruby, so touched!"
"Ruby can dance and dance very well. I have the opportunity to teach you how to dance!"
"Little brother, I have to go. I wish you a great time tonight."
"Thank you, Ruby, see you later."
Joan waved to where Ruby disappeared. Without hearing her movement, she turned around and got out of the carriage to catch up with the instructor.
About one quarter of an hour before the ball officially started.
The guests tonight are almost there, and the brightly lit hall is very lively.
When Joan first entered the banquet hall, he was still a little cramped and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
But he soon discovered that he didn't need to be nervous at all, no one knew him here anyway.
Instead, well-dressed men and women came over to greet Professor Moriarty with a glass of wine.
All Joan had to do was keep smiling. When the instructor introduced his student to his friends, he bowed in time, shook hands with the men, or kissed the fingertips of the ladies.
He is very unsuitable for such occasions, but as long as his consciousness is compressed, he pretends that he is a construct that does not think and can only perform a fixed greeting program, and his mood is not so nervous, but a little funny, feeling himself Like a puppet acting on stage.
Acquaintance with the mentor's acquaintance, Joan can finally take a breath, slightly loosen the bow tie around his neck and observe the layout of the banquet hall.
In the center of the hall is a wide dance floor.
It's not yet time to dance, only the band is playing a light and cheerful welcome song.
A long strip of cold dining table surrounds the dance floor.
The table was piled with roasted meat, ham, oysters, cheese, chocolate, caviar, various fruits, a cream cake with a sweet smell, and many delicate snacks that Joan couldn't name.
The shining glass goblets, stacked into a pagoda, glowed with dreamy brilliance under the magic chandelier.
The expensive sparkling wine is placed diagonally in the ice bucket, next to it is a box of finger-thick cigars for guests to enjoy at will.
Just as Joan was dazzled by the sumptuous and lavish meals in front of him, the velvet curtain on the opposite balcony suddenly lifted, and a pair of men and women walked in laughter.
Joan immediately recognized the lady in the crimson open-back evening dress, which was Mrs. Josephine who had had a connection on the top of Bailun Mountain.
The man holding the Countess was tall and tall, with an elegant appearance, and curly brown hair and mustache could be seen carefully decorated.
This man who is more youthful than his actual age is undoubtedly a beautiful man. Even if his fat belly is too full to make him look like a walking "duck pear", he has not diminished his male charm, but instead It brings out a graceful aura commensurate with its age, occupation, status and value.
Even if he never knew this man, Joan just saw his extraordinary style and the deep feelings in his eyes when he chatted with Mrs. Josephine, and guessed that this person was the hero of the party tonight, Mr. David Kaufman.
"Baby, you are so beautiful tonight."
"My dear, you are also very sexy."
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The sweet love between unmarried couples, through the noisy background sound, reached Professor Moriarty's ears, making the smile on his face a bit stiff.
"The same fat, which grows on ordinary people, is a symbol of ugliness, laziness, and gluttony; but if it grows lucky on the belly of a millionaire, it becomes a sign. This world is really unfair."
After hearing the mentor's sour complaints, Joan couldn't help but endure.
But having said that, if a man does not have a million net worth, he really can't control the more than 250 pounds.
At this moment, Mrs. Josephine seemed to perceive the sight of Professor Moriarty and Joan teachers and students, twisting the swan-like white slender neck, gazing through the crowd, falling on them, and nodding gently Compliments, the gorgeous face smiled.
Joan hurriedly toasted the countess.
Professor Moriarty seemed to turn a blind eye to the ex-girlfriend's smile and turned to greet other acquaintances.
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