Chapter 141: A Bet
Dimidar’s gaze swept around the surroundings, suddenly fixating on the incredibly beautiful girl in the corner, nearly causing him to lose focus. In his mind, a plan immediately formed, and he smirked towards the group.
“Well, it was me being too impulsive, Dimidar.”
The sudden apology left Diaz, Tyr, and the others stunned, but Damiyala sensed a different meaning behind it.
“Then, Lord Dimidar, please find another dance partner.”
“No, I feel really guilty towards both of you, so I’d like to invite you to find dance partners with me,” Dimidar’s attitude puzzled Diaz and Tyr, but they refrained from speaking, curious about what he meant.
“Well, look, there are three girls in that corner. How about each of us takes one?”
Tyr thought to himself, “Are we going to a brothel, One for each person?” However, when he shifted his gaze to the corner, he instinctively slapped himself in the face.
Because one of the three girls there was him. His alter ego as Yuehai hadn’t looked over. Turning at this moment would be rather eerie. Nonchalantly, his Yuehai persona chose to space out.
Beside Yuehai stood Leia and Jinlisi, who had arrived at some point without notice. However, due to a slight conflict between the two, they hadn’t exchanged a word. Mo Qingting stood far away by the pillar, meticulous as ever.
“If you two don’t object, it means you agree. Don’t tell me you don’t even have the courage for this.”
“But I have Arena,” Tyr patted the head of the fairy. The little creature blinked its eyes, momentarily confused.
However, Diaz and Dimidar both had stern expressions on their faces simultaneously. Tyr couldn’t help but silently mock, “Your Excellency Diaz, how did you end up on that side too?”
Dimidar said, “Miss Wind Elf is just your servant, not considered a dance partner.”
This statement furrowed Diaz’s brow even more, but realizing the truth of the matter, he remained silent.
Tyr’s mouth twisted slightly. He thought, “You just want us to invite dance partners together, even though there are plenty of nobles around.”
Dimidar, seeing Tyr no longer arguing, smiled faintly.
“Well, let’s leave it at that. Hmm, I’ll choose the lady next to me, who should be Miss Jinlisi from the Kingdom of Milik. The other two of you can choose as you wish.”
This statement made it clear to discerning eyes that Dimidar intended to embarrass Diaz and Tyr. After all, looking at the other side, setting aside Leia for now, the girl sitting in the middle seemed like a goddess. Just the count had rejected three suitors, and there were even more powerful figures beyond that, enough to count on one hand. It was an unmistakable warning sign: strangers not welcome. Whoever went would end up embarrassed.
Diaz frowned slightly, about to raise a question, but Tyr waved his hand, realizing what was going on.
Dimidar, no wonder the name sounded so familiar. Wasn’t he the young man who used a gun at the Magical Girl Contest? What impressed him the most was the sinister elder behind him. The peak Emperor-level strength standing there alone made Tyr feel powerless.
No wonder there was all that sarcasm and mockery from the beginning. He must have been defeated by himself and wanted to save face here.
However, it’s a pity; this guy’s luck isn’t very good.
Tyr, showing an uncommon smile, said to Dimidar, “I choose Miss Yuehai.”
As soon as these words were spoken, it caused a commotion among the surrounding crowd. Soon, the news spread like wildfire, and everyone stared at Tyr with expressions of disbelief. Didn’t they see how many counts and emperors were rejected before? How could a commoner without any noble title turn the tables?
Dimidar was first stunned, then he smirked. He hadn’t expected Tyr to be such a madman, thinking he had some skills to charm even the gods?
“Your Excellency 123!” Diaz frowned deeply. It was obvious that the other party was playing them, trying to make them look foolish. Not responding now would still invite mockery, but it was better than being rejected later by Yuehai and the others.
Tyr smiled faintly, shook his head at Diaz without saying a word, then stared at Dimidar, revealing a chilling smile.
“Now that we’ve come this far, why not raise the stakes a bit?”
“Stakes? Oh? What stakes?” Dimidar thought Tyr looked more like a lunatic with each passing moment. He pondered how a patient from the asylum got released. He made a mental note to complain next time to prevent such incidents from happening again.
The surrounding nobles burst into laughter, their mocking expressions making Diaz wish he could slay them with a single stroke of his sword.
The onlookers observed with cold eyes, and even Damiyala couldn’t intervene in such matters. After all, it was just about inviting a dance partner, and she had no authority to speak up. However, she couldn’t help feeling displeased with Dimidar. With determination, she turned to Tyr and said, “Mr. 123, you don’t have to listen to him. I’ll be your dance partner.”
This statement startled everyone present once again. Clearly, they hadn’t expected the situation to take such a turn. Dimidar’s expression darkened. He thought to himself, “Here she goes again, causing trouble. So what if I asked her out once? She rejected me, making it seem like I harassed her.”
Unfortunately, Tyr shook his head and smiled at Damiyala.
“I’m glad Miss Damiyala could help me out at this moment. If there’s a chance later, I’ll personally invite Miss Damiyala. But I need to resolve this matter first.”
