In the tavern, Roger Mota was proud: "Finally found the point? Yes, I am a nobleman. How about it? Envy? Jealous?"

He chuckled strangely.

Junlin shook his head: "It's not that I look down on you, but your strength seems to be not enough to become a noble."

Roger Mota was not angry because of his strength and said proudly: "What is the relationship between becoming a noble and strength? What determines the noble is blood! Do you know what blood is?"

"Fantasy creatures have no blood."

"But there are main supporting roles."

I'll fuck!

So your nobles are the protagonists and nobles?

Where does this come from the rules?

There is definitely no such rule for those without life. They are typical examples of whoever has a strong fist is the boss.

However, there are many planes, and each place must have its own differences.

So the fantasy country in the Moon Spirit Plane has actually begun to create aristocratic bloodlines? As long as it is the protagonist, it is the noble?

Wait, although I play the villain, I am still an important figure at least.

Sure enough, Roger Mota said: "Tell me, you are also a low-class nobleman, but are you here? I guess you have not been certified yet."

Do you still need certification?

What a bad nobleman?

You guys are really good!

Junlin thought about it carefully and said, "I don't understand why the above-mentioned system was created, which is unreasonable."

"Oh, that's not something we can think about, but they always have their reasons."

“What’s the reason?”

"Maybe it's the protagonist's halo." Roger Mota said casually.

He just said casually, but Jun Lin narrowed his eyes: "The protagonist's halo? It's interesting, I think what you said may make sense."

Junlin knew before that the more famous a person is, the higher the growth potential is.

Charlie also used similar methods to reduce wisdom aura back then.

Since the fantasy creatures in this plane have developed the system of bloodline nobles, they may have something to do with this shitty protagonist halo.

However, looking at the appearance of Roger Mota, it doesn't look like a halo.

He tried pinching Roger Mota.

Roger Mota screamed and shrank his hand: "What are you doing?"

"It's considered a matter of your killing me back then. Now it's even."

"You are such a petty!" Roger Mota said angrily.

But then he smiled and said, "Then can you make friends now?"

"If you talk less."

"It's a bit difficult. The damn screenwriter designed me as a chatterbox. I don't want to say so much, but I just can't help it. This is probably because I'm not popular among the nobles." Roger Mota sighed and smiled casually: "But what can they do to me? I'm still free and can even attend noble parties. I just like how they can't stand me and can't do anything to me."

"Aristocratic gathering?"

"Of course, I'm idle anyway, right?" Roger Mota said in a nagging manner: "There will be one of them tonight. There will be many nobles. Are you interested?"

"Would you take me there?"

"Every noble can bring a companion. Of course, this is usually used to bring the opposite sex, but it doesn't matter. If you weren't the first homologous source I came into contact with, I wouldn't have brought you. Besides, you are a inferior noble, and you are qualified..."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Junlin stopped him from talking: "When is it evening?"

Roger Mota looked outside: "It's almost dark, it's almost here."

"Then let's go." Junlin stood up.

"Hey, you're really anxious." Roger Mota followed behind him.

He looked at Junlin and muttered, "You are a little higher than I remember."

Li Lianjie is relatively short, and Junlin is obviously taller than him. He didn't expect to meet "acquaintances" before, and he didn't change his height. After all, the consumption is a bit too high.

"Memory will always deviate." Junlin replied.

"That's right." Roger Mota shrugged: "After all, we've never met before."

King Lin smiled bitterly.

Such dialogues can only appear in fantasy creatures.

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Eagle Crown Manor.

This is a manor in the Underworld.

Taking Junlin here, Roger Mota continued to talk: "The owner here is Angela Channing, the heroine of the American TV series Eagle Crown Manor, so she also called her estate Eagle Crown Manor. You can guess this by seeing the name."

Junlin replied: "I haven't seen it."

"Oh, yes, I haven't seen most fantasy creatures, but fortunately I've seen them." Roger Mota was proud.

Junlin was surprised: "How did you see it?"

"You know there are many movies and TV series that have movies and TV series in themselves."

"But there is no deadly weapon."

"That's okay. Some people specialize in this business, and even candidates do the same." Roger Mota said.

really!

No wonder many fantasy creatures know their origins, because there are candidates to help - just like most dramas, if a person exists, he will instinctively ask who I am, where I am, and where I will go?

Candidates can't tell them where they are going, but at least they can tell them where they are coming from.

This is a good deal, and many fantasy creatures will want this.

It can only be said that candidates can always find opportunities to make money outside of battle.

Junlin cannot be strengthened systematically, otherwise he might have done it himself.

At this moment, Roger Mota widened his big white eyes, looking like he was in the same way as Robert, and he shouted, "Can you understand? As a fantasy creature, we see our performances in reality, as if someone recorded all your life and played it out."

"The world of Truman." Jun Lin muttered.

"That's right! Truman, I know that guy. I know a lot." Roger Mota continued to whisper.

"I'm not surprised that people like you should not lack friends wherever they go." Jun Lin smiled. Roger Mota is too familiar with him and should not lack friends. He just lacks a "homogenous origin".

While they were talking, they had entered the manor without a so-called invitation. Roger Mota just stood at the door, and the waiter recognized him and respectfully gave up the passage.

When King Lin walked over, he looked at the waiter.

"He's a fantasy creature, too?"

"Of course." Roger Mota rarely answered with two words.

"He looks stronger than you."

"But he is not a nobleman, he is just a supporting role." Roger Mota began to shake his head as soon as he was proud.

"Okay." Junlin stopped saying anything.

Follow Roger Mota and walk through the long courtyard, they come to a large villa.

There is indeed a party in the villa.

There were long tables around, filled with exquisite food, and waiters walked around with dining plates.

There is a dance floor in the center, and men and women in various ancient or modern costumes are dancing on the dance floor. It is really rare to see how their dance steps are unified.

However, what Junlin noticed even more was that all the existences here were humans.

There is no alien.

This is a purely noble gathering with human fantasy creatures as the main body.

And along the way, Junlin's eyes lit up.

Just a casual glance, he had already seen several familiar faces.

"Oh, hell." Junlin blurted out: "They are there too."

"Who?" Roger Mota asked, "Who did you say?"

"Julia Roberts, Demi Moore, and my favorite... Audrey Hepburn!" Jun Lin's eyes were prominent.

If Roger Mota had a little brain, he could find that Junlin was using the actor name, and he had never watched so many films and TV shows before, and he didn't even know that someone sold film and television materials in Fantasy creatures.

However, he was not that smart. He directly ignored this important clue, opened his mouth and laughed: "I said that this is a noble party."

Junlin's eyes turned and he saw another man and woman.
Chapter completed!