In fact, if he must be included in a social circle, he and the fathers of these people and those powerful figures belong to the same circle.

Ribo has never had a real social interaction. He has almost never met friends of his age. For a young man as old as him, he was so special that no one regarded him as someone of the same age to date. He realized this at the banquets and dances at Serthborg, and now this feeling is even stronger.

Most of the nobles gathered here are much older than him, and they are a group of leisurely nobles who do not need to worry about their future and family interests. Therefore, the topics they are most concerned about are not too romantic love and gossip in the capital.

Ruibo soon felt that the reason why he was welcomed was not because of his talent, but because he was an extremely legendary special person in the capital.

Ribo doesn't like being treated as a monster. Although he knows very well that these people may be more kind to him than their father, he doesn't like this feeling of being visited by others.

"Mr. Faru, your father definitely hopes that you can make achievements in what kind of public office you plan to take on!" Ruibo knew very well what topics could cause these idle children to feel bored.

As he expected, the young master of the Director of Law and Political Department shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said, "I am very interested in art. Unfortunately, there are already people in the position of art supervision in the palace. I think in the near future, I may become the chief executive of somewhere or serve as a diplomat in Yilei. I am a little interested in the second position, because I have always been interested in Yilei's humanities and prosperity. It would be great if I could see it with my own eyes."

"Don't you want to inherit your father's position?" Ribo asked.

"Not everyone is interested in places like the Law and Political Department. At least when I think of the building full of bloody whips and red soldering irons, I feel chilled." The young man shook his head and said.

The people next to them also shook their heads, obviously this topic is not the first time they have been raised.

"Earl Medin, I have to admit that you and I are not the same person. I just hope to live a happy and romantic life peacefully. I also don't have too much hope for wealth. As long as you spend enough money, I believe I am not a luxury person." The young man smiled and said.

"You are like a poet." Rebow complimented.

"Oh, I'm not. The real poet is Count Manfir. I don't have that much passion. You know that passion is the source of inspiration for poets. I can only say that I am an audience who likes to appreciate poetry." The young master of the Director of Law and Political Department shook his head and said.

"Okay, okay, let's change the topic, it's very dull." The duke daughter dissuaded.

"Dear Miss, when will you and Faru Wusheng be officially engaged? This topic is not abrupt," asked Ruibo.

"The engagement ceremony should have been held in the middle of last month, but now it may take another month or two for safety reasons. Who knows what else will happen?" The young man sighed and said.

"I'm so sorry," said Ribo.

"No, I should thank you for not having enough time. I heard that the most powerful killer died in your hands. This is really great." said the young master.

"I am a little overestimated. Now I still have some fear when I think about it. If the Magician Vach had not sent the bottle of antidote, I would have died under the short sword." Ruibo sighed solemnly.

"Is this scar left at that time?" asked the Duke's daughter.

"Yes, but the fatal wound is not here." Ruibo nodded and said.

"It is precisely because of this that I am unwilling to be a promising person. The sage said that if you want to achieve success, you must make efforts. Your fame comes from your life and death again and again, and your wisdom is the result of great hardships. Ordinary people do not have such perseverance and courage at all." The young master of Marquis Faru said with a sigh.

"It's another dull topic, let's change to another one." said the Duke's daughter.

"Okay! So are there people here who are about the same age as me? I think there is something more in common with my friends of the same age." Ruibo said.

The others also wished that the little heir of Sethburg would leave early because they also found how hard it was to stay with people who were not of the same type. As Ribo walked out of the hall, one of them breathed a long sigh.

"I feel much more comfortable at last. In my opinion, this Earl Medin is not a fifteen-year-old boy, but a fifty-year-old man. He has the worldly style that my father has." The Duke's daughter said disapprovingly.

"Dear, just like he can't understand you and me, we can't understand him either. We live in two different worlds. You must know that we have never been afraid that someone would assassinate our lives. The young man was not so lucky. As long as he was a little relaxed, he might have been lying in the grave." The young man said with a smile.

"This is absolutely true. I have never seen anyone like him who came to the dance party with full arms. Have you noticed the pile of things he had on his belt? That thin thorn sword, that dagger, and the three kettles." said a man beside him.

"You should have heard of him. The reason why he was able to survive until now was entirely based on his own strength." said the young master.

...

Not far from the villa just now, there is a rather wide five-story building. It is a group of buildings built in the architectural style of the Third Age. It is probably the oldest building in the mansion. It is also the venue for the Peñer family to hold all important gatherings.

The extended platforms can be seen everywhere, and children walking around can be seen everywhere on the top platform. Obviously, for the sake of convenience, the entire fifth floor has been opened into a game room.

For adults, their social circles are extremely complex, and countless branches are divided according to faction and age.

Just like the son of the Marquis of Farule and the Earl of Manfir, and the Earl of Shirup, they are not much different in age and status, but they belong to completely different social circles, and no one foolishly brings them together. But for the late adults, they are always unfortunately surrounded.

As soon as he walked into the building, Ruibo felt a festive atmosphere, with luxuriously dressed nobles everywhere, but there were not many important people here that Ruibo could attract attention.

Ruibo slid up to the top floor, and to his surprise, the top floor was the largest game room he had ever seen. There were twenty or thirty rooms in total, the largest of which accounted for almost one-third of the entire floor.

A dozen teenagers gathered in the largest room, and the most conspicuous ones were two luxuriously dressed teenagers holding swords for the forehand to fight a safe duel against the human figure made of metal grids.

Rebow walked slowly towards there. When Eckert taught him sword skills, he had also conducted such training with him. It is undeniable that this is a very interesting game, and it does have a certain effect on improving sword skills.

However, this kind of metal mesh humanoid tied to the center of the sting, the practice of judging who scores higher will never appear in Kelle's training courses. After Kelle's personal training, Ribo only treats this thing as a game.

Rebow watched the duel with great enthusiasm. The two duels looked about the same age as him. Judging from their expressions, they were both determined to win the duel.

A girl stood opposite the waving metal mesh humanoid, who should be about as old as Listen.

Seeing her eyes flashing with excitement, looking at the corners of her mouth slightly raised with a strong sarcastic meaning, and watching her gently lifting her chin that looked quite arrogant, Rebau immediately understood who initiated the duel.

Suddenly, with a "default", the young man on the left hit the last hanging ring with the long sword in his hand, and the metal human figure suddenly tilted over.

"Ammi, you won, you won the opportunity to dance and date with me," the girl said.

The winning boy proudly hung his sword back on the shelf next to him, and the boy who lost the duel was slashing on the metal grid, expressing his anger and dissatisfaction with harsh friction and sparks.

"Sang, you should be convinced this time. Your swordsmanship still needs to be improved." The winner said arrogantly.

"Sang, you have to work harder. I'm looking forward to dating you." The girl who started the duel said with a smile.

At this time, she suddenly saw Ruibo standing in the distance.

"Why are you wearing such clothes? Are you here to attend the dance party too?" the girl asked with a frown.

"Yes." Ruibo did not intend to provoke such a arrogant and self-righteous girl, and that Princess Deli is the best proof.

"I have never seen you, which family do you belong to?" the girl continued.

"I'm afraid I don't belong to any family you know." Ribo said, turning around and going to leave.

"Please answer this lady's question carefully. If you don't know how to respect the lady, I can teach you." The young man who had just won a victory said seriously.

"Ammi, you may not be his opponent. There is a scar on his face. I guess his swordsmanship is quite good." The girl sobbed again.

"Injury during practice is a bad sign, and it is actually injured on the face. If my face is injured, I will not have the face to go out at all." The boy said.

"Oh, I bet he must be very strong, at least much stronger than San. Maybe even Anmi, you are not his opponent." The girl continued to provoke.

Ruibo turned around and walked towards the door, he didn't want to get involved in such a meaningless game.

He once heard Frera say that a woman wants to capture a man, one of the tricks is to provoke the competition between two men. Obviously, the girl is learning this technique, but he doesn't want to be regarded as the object of practice by that girl.

"Please stop, I want to compete with you to prove that I am not worse than anyone else." The young man named Sang was obviously provoked, and he ran two steps before blocking Ruibo's way.

"It's a pity that I don't have this interest." Ribo said, bypassing the stupid boy who had just failed in the duel and was eager to get back his face.

Suddenly, Ruibo heard a gust of wind coming towards him. He quickly blocked it with his left hand, and the thin-sting sword twitched on his arm. Fortunately, the thin-sting sword used to practice did not open the edge, otherwise the sword just now might have seen blood.

"You coward, accept the challenge with dignity." The young man named Sang said angrily.

The boy who had just won the duel in the distance still looked proud, and the gloating smile at the corner of the girl's mouth became even stronger.

"Thank you, I just gave me a good lesson. My teacher once taught me something, but unfortunately I forgot it after too long. This sword just now reminded me of the teacher's teaching."

Rebow said calmly, the faint pain on his arm seemed to be a punishment for his forgetting.

He suddenly grabbed the sword body of the Sharp Sword and twisted it. With a "ding" sound, the Sharp Sword suddenly broke.

The boy named Sang was surprised by this when suddenly he felt a stinging pain on his neck.

No one expected that such a thing would happen. Whether it was the boy named Sang, the girl who caused the dispute, or the children standing next to watch the fun, he did not expect that this strange boy with a scar on his face would be so cruel.

Looking at the broken sword that pierced into the neck and the blood flowing down the neck, no one even dared to make a sound.

The young man named Sang clearly felt that he was injured. He could even feel blood flowing. Although his injury was not serious and did not affect his ability to move, his fear made him dare not move at all. He finally understood what a desperate person was.

There is indeed such a person in this world who regards human life as extremely despised, and they can even take away other people's lives for a very small thing.

At this moment, he understood something even more. There was no age difference between the desperate. It could be a middle-aged man with a fat face, or a young man with a fierce look and a scar on his face that was younger than him.

Ruibo was quite satisfied with the attack just now. The depth of the piercing was exactly what he needed. He only picked the skin and made a lot of blood, but he absolutely had no worries about his life.

He suddenly turned his hand and the broken sword was nailed into the wall about one foot away from the girl.

Ruibo knew that this move was very shocking. He was frightened by Kelle's use of this move, but he could not guarantee that the broken sword could be nailed into the wall. After all, he practiced throwing a flying knife, not a broken sword that was broken.

The facts proved that this extremely shocking action did work. The girl who was sobbing the disagreement was so scared that she collapsed to the ground. The boy who had just won the duel was also shocked. He even threw the sword to the ground and raised his hands in panic.

"Dingdeng..." The sound of panicked footsteps came from the door, and a group of panicked men broke in, two of them even drew their swords.

In an instant, there was a burst of crying in the hall. When the adults came in, the young girls finally felt relieved, and sadness replaced fear.

"Where are you from the bastards? You actually came here to make trouble." Seeing the blood stained with clothes, seeing the young girls crying loudly, one of the people who broke into the hall walked towards Ruibo angrily.

"Emosen, don't be impulsive."

"Stop, Emosson."

"If you want to live, come back soon."

Everyone who knew the little heir of Sethborough tried their best to use words to stop their companions from their reckless actions, but none of them dared to rush forward.

"Emosen, if you take another step forward, you will be dead." Suddenly, a roar came from the door.

The impulsive guy obviously heard the identity of the speaker, and he turned his head in surprise.

"I'm not wrong, Earl of Medin of Serthburg." The man said slowly to Rebe.

Ruibo looked at the tall and burly young man in front of him, as if he could feel the powerful power flowing on the young man.

"Maybe, my sword has always been covered with poison." Ruibo shook the thin thorn sword in his hand.
To be continued...