Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 567

Chapter 567 Mr. Ranch's Midsummer Dinner

　In this midsummer, the mansion next door to Lisandra's house was always brightly lit at night and music was playing.

 “Is there anything I need to pay attention to after meeting Mr. McCarthy?”

Lysandra felt a little tired after returning home after a long journey from work.

 But since the other party took the initiative to invite me, I was surprised and felt that the opportunity was rare.

Going to see the palace next door is a rare kind of relaxation.

Maybe tomorrow I can tell it to the princess as new knowledge and interesting stories.

The only thing that made Lisandra feel slightly nervous was that she was wondering if the other party might be a demon that was too unattainable. After all, in the mouths of the demons, its existence was too mysterious.

"Don't worry about anything, he is not like any demon you imagined."

The serious butler Luca showed a rare smile, stopped briefly and said.

Lysandra followed the housekeeper through the path, and her vision suddenly widened among the trees.

 In the azure garden, male and female guests were like night moths, circling among the whispers, wine and stars.

On nights when the tide surges, guests jump from the water's edge into the blue waves or bathe in the moonlight on the beach. Several magic boats draw white ripples in the harbor, dragging water skis.

 Luxury magical vehicles transformed into buses, traveling to and from the city to pick up and drop off guests under the moonlight.

The gardeners, who are as well-trained and agile as troops, will clean the garden in real time with rags, brushes, hammers and garden shears, and transport peels and other garbage out.

Lissandra remembered that every morning when she set out for the palace, she would see dozens of baskets of freshly picked demon fruits delivered by growers on the outskirts of Necalis.

After walking through the external garden and walking into the restaurant, she understood that these fruits were cut into two, the cores were removed, and only the flesh was left. The magic device in the restaurant only required a simple operation by the waiter to make it fresh within half an hour. Squeeze hundreds of glasses of cold, fresh juice.

Standing in the lobby of this restaurant, Lisandra's eyes were instantly attracted by the brilliance above the sky.

The three-dimensional reliefs of the scrolls of the Gods carved on the dome are like stars, the magnificent wall lamps reflect the light-colored stone carvings, and countless bright light marks are carved on the pure chalk stone floor.

　　It looks like you are in the age of gods when you look up and down.

 She couldn't help but marvel at what kind of artwork this was left by the demon clan.

Between the banquet tables, the silver candlesticks shone in the firelight, reflecting the shadows of light dancing in the air. The luxuriously dressed demons were holding dinner parties. They toasted to each other, and the sounds of laughter and conversation were heard. echoed in the banquet hall.

 Intoxicated with gold and paper, extravagant and extravagant.

Unlike Lissandra, a declining noble family, the other guests here seemed to be the real upper-class dignitaries in Naikalis today. Some of the demons whose faces she recognized were the ones she didn't even dare to go near the palace on weekdays. The minister of the demon world said hello.

This halo made her feel a little dizzy for a moment.

When she came to her senses again, she found that the butler had already said goodbye and walked away, starting his busy work. A corresponding attendant also began to come to her side to guide her around the banquet.

The bar is busy, and drink trays are being delivered by waiters like flying.

Lissandra is the first time she sets foot in McCarthy's home.

 She believed that there were not many guests invited tonight.

This is a membership-only high-end custom-made restaurant. Lisandra doesn't even know what the threshold is for becoming a member of this restaurant. She only knows that if she were not Mr. McCarthy's neighbor, she might not have the chance to set foot in such a palace.

“Thunder Lord Gareth Noktar, as a new noble, needs the noble blood of the royal family to prove the gold content of the Nokta clan. The preparations this time are not small.”

When the sound reached Lysandra's ears, it was probably because she had limited concerns and knowledge, so the complicated information in the noise was passively filtered by her into the few fragments she could understand.

"The Greenwald family may have a better chance of winning. Orion Greenwald, the Minister of Mist, has a very deep background. It is said that he has already found the strongest craftsman in the demon world to help him."

“I think Asmode Belphegor, the civil servant of Maya, has the most artistic talent and may be the most promising to impress the princess.”

"In order to let the demons win, Lord Fallen made a lot of concessions. As long as the painting is submitted to the sealed gold cabinet on the first floor of the Regency Hall in the palace in the next week, Lord Fallen will unseal it and make it fair on the day of the ceremony, allowing the princess to make a public selection. Just her favorite painting will do.”

The lobby echoed with laughter and cheers, casual greetings, forgotten introductions, and lively chats among demons who didn't know each other's names. The various demon celebrities changed rapidly, sometimes swelling due to the addition of new demons, and sometimes dispersing. , then reorganized.

 The time and performance of painting on the spot are difficult to predict. Qing Qing simply lets the big demons paint on their own at the occasion they like and hand it in before the ceremony is finalized.

 The Fallen Lord will naturally determine who the magic power on the painting belongs to, and determine when the painting was completed based on the nature of the magic power.

“Anyway, in a week's time, we will see the results announced at the princess selection ceremony.”

　　Thunder Lord's Nokta family, Mist Lord's Greenwald family, and Maye Lord's Belfa family have all had more or less contact with Lysandra these days, so she was particularly impressed by these names.

Lissandra knew that based on her ability, she might never come into contact with the family of the great demon clan at the top of the demon world in her entire life. The only time she would do that would probably be because of her current position.

The royal ceremony for the princess to select a painting, many celebrities from the devil world in this restaurant may be invited and eligible to participate, and Lisandra is also lucky enough to be able to accompany the princess.

Just like how she was invited to this palace restaurant at this moment, it was also one of the few coincidences in her life.

“By the way, will I see Mr. McCarthy?”

Lysandra walked uncomfortably among the many demon celebrities, not daring to bump into other demons or attract their attention.

“Sometimes we may not be able to find Mr. McCarthy here quickly, but I think as an invited guest, he must want to see you.”

 The squire explained to Lysandra in a friendly manner.

Lissandra nodded.

She found that there were always demons in the lobby talking about McCarthy, but they didn't seem to know much about him. After curiously asking where Mr. McCarthy was, they roamed freely, as if they were in a A paradise.

Even these real demon clan dignitaries have never seen McCarthy's true face, so do they really have a chance to see this neighbor?

“However, all the expenses tonight will be borne by Mr. McCarthy. Except for the limited meals, you can take care of all the rest. Please feel free to enjoy it in the restaurant without worrying about anything.”

 After briefly introducing the matters in the restaurant, the soldier-like attendant also left and devoted himself to his work.

 Next, Lysandra tried to inquire about McCarthy's whereabouts with several wealthy ladies nearby who seemed to be more talkative.

She still wanted to find her neighbor. After all, she was holding a piece of paper signed by "Rocky McCarthy" instead of a membership certificate.

 The rich ladies all responded with surprised eyes, saying they didn't know, but they were somewhat interested in her.

“Are you personally invited by Mr. McCarthy?”

 They looked Lysandra up and down with a little suspicion. “Of course not, of course not.”

Lissandra waved her hands one after another, smiled in embarrassment, said a few words and walked away.

Now she feels more and more that "Rocky McCarthy invited her" seems to be a mistake, and it is difficult for other demons to believe it even if she says it.

 It would probably be quite embarrassing if I didn't see Mr. McCarthy tonight.

So, Lysandra secretly walked towards the dessert table - the only place where she would not look boring and lonely.

“I don't know if I can go a little further and bring it to the princess.”

 She stared at the cat-shaped caramel pudding decorated with black rose petals and raspberry sauce, and cooed in an undetectable voice.

The upper layer is a crispy pastry shell, and the lower layer is a delicate butter pudding, embellished with fragrant rose petals and sweet and sour raspberry jam. It is exquisitely made and looks particularly cute.

 The quality of this restaurant should be worthy of the status of a princess.

  It's like it's tailor-made for a princess.

Just when Lisandra was about to have a luxurious meal out of boredom.

 Suddenly someone called her name.

 “Lysandra Puckley?”

Lissandra stopped reaching for the pudding in surprise and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a blond female demon standing on the wide marble steps connecting the second floor, seeming to be looking down at the lobby on the first floor with disdain and curiosity.

 “Uh, hello.”

Lysandra shouted, walking towards her.

She felt that no matter who the other party was, as long as it was a rare demon she met, it was necessary for her to accept the conversation at this moment, and it would be better than striking up a conversation with a stranger passing by.

However, although.

This is a demon classmate she doesn't really want to see, Tia Nokta.

 When you are in school, if you are a poor student, then the other person is an excellent student.

And I am a descendant of a noble in name only, but the other person is a great noble of the Demon King City who is impeccable in every aspect, and is also the cousin of Lei Mingqing.

 “I really didn't expect to see you here.”

The blond demon noble said absently when he saw Lissandra.

 She shook Lysandra's hand indifferently, her attitude was domineering.

"Ha ha."

Lissandra rubbed the back of her head innocently.

 I have always been very honest when I was in school, and I would do my best to obey other demons if I could.

Even though she knows that the other person looks down on her, she will accept it.

"But I did hear that you have been helping Mr. Luo Luo recently, as if you are playing house with the princess?"

The blond noble lady asked.

　　　“Not really.”

Lissandra felt that she was not overly self-aware, and the princess did indeed regard her as a friend sincerely.

 “What kind of demon is she?”

Tia, the blond noble lady, asked as she led Lissandra to the second floor.

 Her pace was slightly faster, and Lysandra who followed her was more like a follower.

 “A very good demon.”

Lissandra didn't know how to specifically describe Princess Hyperion, a demon who didn't quite look like a demon.

  “Huh, it seems that there is really nothing to look forward to for you to make such an evaluation.”

The blonde noble lady Tia chuckled lightly, crossed her arms, and brought Lisandra into a small circle like a follower.

“It's a shame that my brother has to marry such a useless demon princess from the previous generation.”

She shook her head and said.

Just thinking that my cousin Lei Mingqing, as a general of the Demon Realm, would have to compete with other big demons for a half-demon princess who can play with the lower nobles, makes me feel very ridiculous.

If it weren't for the fact that the princess had some blood of the old royal family in her body, and the current demon world would not be able to produce a new nine-seal demon to activate the blood of the new king in a short time, no big demon would really be willing to marry her.

 For these nobles, the descendant princess is nothing more than a reproduction machine full of benefits.

Lysandra wanted to refute something, but her throat started to mutter. She thought about this occasion. Mr. McCarthy invited her, and the owner of the palace had not yet appeared. If she did something rude first and annoyed other guests, Really inappropriate.

  But it is undeniable.

 The fate of the princess is indeed beyond the control of the princess herself.

She, Lisandra, couldn't shake the result at all.

If there really is a demon who can save the princess and loves the princess deeply, Lisandra feels that she will also be happy for the princess. Unfortunately, there is no demon that can protect the princess like the knight in the fairy tale.

In this era, in the demonic world of rampant materialism and corruption, only interests and power come first.

  Demons who are in a "high position" but can still maintain their true intentions and are not devoured by desire are considered rare.

 Let alone those big demons who really have the strength to marry the royal family.

 (End of this chapter)

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