Counterfeit Hero

"If there’s nothing else, I want to leave now." Ann Lei knew all too well about Fatty’s penchant for joining the fun. Such noble balls could only be seen in Imperial countries, and this guy always had an intense curiosity about rare things. He never considered whether the host of the ball welcomed him or not. He also never felt embarrassed or blushed. Moreover, this person could always take advantage of an opportunity; give him an inch, and he’d take a mile. She had already given him enough face just now; if she joined him at the ball too, wouldn’t that be too easy for him!

Fatty shook his head firmly, "No, no, you have to cooperate with my work." He wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity. Determined to cling on, their relationship with Ann Lei and Milan was already a mess. He couldn’t figure things out, so he chose not to think about them. That was his usual style. The main purpose of this trip wasn’t to complete any mission, but to send Ann Lei back. He didn’t want her out of his sight.

Without giving her a chance to argue, Fatty grabbed Ann Lei and walked towards Christina, who was greeting Reinhardt. Since he was borrowing the Mythical Army’s name, he had to become important to Reinhardt. The more people he offended openly, the more Reinhardt would protect him. From Russell’s data, this extremely smart Reinhardt was as stubborn as a mule. Once he made up his mind, no one could change it. He was exactly like Gazalin Emperor James.

Ann Lei glared at Fatty, knowing he was using public business for personal gain. Whatever she thought of, her face turned slightly red, but she didn’t oppose anymore. She just gently withdrew her hand.

Walking to the side of a blushing Christina, Fatty first looked at her strangely, which earned him a glare, then he greeted, "General Reinhardt, hello!"

Christina had already explained everything to him, seeing Fatty’s arrogant look, Reinhardt couldn’t help but smile, "Zhang Yuan, you’ve caused me trouble."

"Oh?" Fatty scratched his head foolishly and said aggrievedly, "General, what I said earlier was the truth. They didn’t believe me and even wronged me, wanting to arrest me!"

Bonnie, standing by Reinhardt’s side, gently snorted, "Christina, since you brought a civilian to the ball, you should’ve told him some rules. No matter what the nobles have done, it’s not his place to comment!"

Fatty laughed foolishly, "Who’s a noble? You mean those guys just now? Don’t be kidding, they’re not even as good as me. How could they be nobles! General Reinhardt and Miss Bonnie are the real nobles. They must be fake!"

Seeing this naive Fatty’s determined look, Reinhardt and Bonnie were both amused. This guy really didn’t understand social manners. He didn’t know that not all nobles were well-educated or well-mannered. Some were just relying on their family power to eat, drink, and have fun all day. Those people were no better than ordinary folks. Such people were not uncommon in the Gazalin Nobles Circle.