Nobles were sensitive—whether nobles of the Gallic Empire or nobles of the present Great Flame Dynasty, they were all sensitive.
So when Marquis Belin slapped her cousin across the face, nearly thirty percent of the nobles in the hall fell silent at once and turned to look this way. Several dozen more efficiently gathered around.
When Long Cheng kicked Varier flying, more than eighty percent of the nobles in the hall stopped what they were doing and saying. They looked over in utter astonishment—or pretended to be utterly astonished. Some hot-blooded young nobles who loved a spectacle had already gripped the hilts of their swords and strode eagerly over.
Lin Qi had been dancing wildly with Yun and Elysian Heaven, but he had kept an eye on everything happening in the hall.
The instant Long Cheng sent Varier flying with a kick, Lin Qi stopped dancing and came over with Yun and Elysian Heaven. His face darkened, and from a distance, he let out a low roar. "Duke, did someone dare provoke you? This is a provocation against both our families, and an affront to the dignity of the Dawn Temple! Such conduct must be punished!"
Lin Qi had yet to figure out Varier's identity, but that did not prevent him from firmly pinning a black pot on Varier's head.
His fingers brushing the Dawn Temple saint's badge on his chest, Lin Qi sternly rebuked, "Any creature that dares attack an ally of the Dawn Temple is a heretic, a follower of an evil god, and shall be thoroughly purified!"
Varier, who was howling himself hoarse in agony, shrieked miserably, "I am a follower of the Temple of War! I am the secret envoy of the Temple of War's emissary, entrusted with a top-secret mission of the Temple of War!