Will the main god soy sauce to the end!

The next day was the Malfoy summer ball.

Narcissa grabbed Wen Yuan and Draco out of the bed early in the morning, and after putting on their dresses, they were thrown out of the main house, calling it a visit.

Draco is still not used to facing Wen Yuan, he always looks at Wen Yuan secretly, and immediately turns his head when he is caught, saying that it is Wen Yuan's mistake.

Wen Yuan didn't point it out, and followed him to visit Malfoy Manor with a secret smile.

It was almost afternoon, the manor had been completely decorated, and the guests gradually arrived.

Not to mention that there are quite a few acquaintances.Cedric, Villa and Gabrielle are among those invited.

They also expressed their surprise to see Wen Yuan here, and took this opportunity to introduce Wen Yuan to their parents.

Of course, there are also those who look down on Wen Yuan.But Wen Yuan doesn't care about this, anyway, the task doesn't require to have a good relationship with everyone, right?

The dance started, and after Wen Yuan invited Vera to dance the first dance, he took a glass of juice and shrank into a corner.Luxuriously dressed men and women danced to the music. Although they all had smiles on their faces, they always gave people a false feeling.

"Stop dancing?"

Wen Yuan looked at the person, with blond hair and blue eyes, and seemed to be around 20 years old.He was wearing a dark blue dress, which looked like a German military uniform.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm Grail Grindelwald."

Wen Yuan's eyes were unconsciously guarded, but he quickly adjusted his mood.

"I'm Chris Lancer. Nice to meet you, Mr. Grindelwald. What can I do for you?"

"It's just a little curiosity. The new guest of Malfoy's family is still at this age."

Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows, but didn't answer.

"Okay, I'm joking. It's really rare to see the leader of the Lancer family."

"The intelligence network is good, but I have never stated to the public that I am the person in charge of Lancer. And the power of only one bookseller should not be enough to attract the attention of the Grindelwald family." Wen Yuan did not think about denying it.

What Greer did next made Wen Yuan a little nervous.He moved closer to Wen Yuan's ear and said, "Alchemy jewelry."

"It seems that I still underestimated you."

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to know if you would like to have another pen pal? I also like alchemy."

Wen Yuan stared into his eyes, as if trying to judge the truth of his words.

"So your answer is?" said Greer, holding out his hand.

Wen Yuan took a long breath and put his hand up.Hands clasped.

"You win, you can contact me through the owl."

"Then Mr. Lancer, please take care of me in the coming days." Satisfied with Wen Yuan's answer, Graier gave Wen Yuan a smile without hesitation.

"Please take care of me."

Just at this time, Vera walked over after a dance, and Wen Yuan left with an excuse.

"Who is that person?" Little girl Vera was very curious about who could make Wen Yuan's expression so ugly.

"It's just a troublesome guy. I only know it's from the Grindelwald family."

"Is that Grindelwald?" Vera was surprised. "It doesn't look like the Dark Lord either."

Wen Yuan was amused by Vera's words. "It's just the same family, and you haven't seen the German Dark Lord, how do you know what he is like?"

"That's right." Vera nodded in agreement after thinking about it. "But I really want to see the German Dark Lord with my own eyes."

"How could you have such an idea?"

"Isn't it written like this in all the novels published by your family? Although the devil king and the like are villains, they are generally handsome. And maybe they took this path because of some misunderstanding. Otherwise, how could the devil king be so powerful? To lose to the principal so easily, the principal seems unreliable."

"..." Sister, you got the truth.

Wen Yuan suddenly felt that he had committed a crime. It would be a tragedy if many people in the magic world joined the Demon King's camp because of his own novels.

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