Chapter 66: Strong Barriers
In the banquet hall.
The young men and ladies looked at each other in bewilderment.
What Griffin family?
Just a poor family that is not well-known!
As for the griffin bloodline?
Isn't it just a very ordinary grade of Warcraft bloodline?
Wait a minute... How did this fat boy from a poor family get into a wealthy family's banquet? !
What qualifications does he have to attend the banquet?
Does he deserve it?
These doubts lingered in the guests' minds.
Out of social etiquette, no one said it out loud.
However, there was one exception.
She can ignore all social etiquette.
Say whatever you want to say.
You can vent your anger on whoever you want.
Just so wild and arrogant!
It's so unscrupulous!
Who doesn't agree? Hold it in!
She is the heroine of tonight's banquet, the dean's granddaughter.
She is also Ingres's designated girlfriend.
The eldest of the rich girls, Pamela!
"That Feilin, don't you think you're greasy?"
"Seeing how active you are, I thought you were some great person."
"It turns out that he was born in an unknown small family and awakened a garbage bloodline!"
Blonde-haired Pamela had a sneer on her lips.
Attack Feilin with full firepower!
He was embarrassed by the ridicule.
"To be honest, neither you nor that kid named Allen are worthy of this grand event tonight."
"It's only because Angel insisted on inviting you that I had to give him this face."
"That Allen, at least he knows a little bit. He knows he is not presentable and is too embarrassed to approach people. He just hides in a corner. I can tolerate that."
"You really think of yourself as a socialite, don't you?"
"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you deserve it?!"
" Based on your origin and bloodline, even looking at you for one more second would be considered dirtying my eyes!"
"You're actually jumping around in my house, calling men your brothers and courting women. Who gave you the courage?"
"I'm curious, do you really not know that you don't belong in this circle?!"
Feilin's face turned red because of Pamela's bullying.
In the warlock world where bloodline is paramount, class barriers are strict.
Naive young people run headfirst into a wall.
The head was broken and bleeding.
Only then did I realize how thick this transparent ceiling is.
If Felin was a descendant of a noble family, his social talents would be a huge advantage.
He is the most stylish star at the party tonight.
But he just wasn't qualified.
The same carefree style, the same wit and humor, and the same wisecracks, but in the eyes of others, he becomes a clown.
It's like the master of ceremonies at a wedding ceremony.
No matter how hard you try to liven up the atmosphere, you are not entitled to sit at the table.
The wit and eloquence that Feilin was proud of were of no use at this moment.
All that was left for him was ridicule and embarrassment.
Pamela scolded Ferrin but still wasn't satisfied.
She turned to face Angel, her pretty face as gloomy as ice.
"You also come from the lower class."
"I can understand that your vision is too low and your mindset is too narrow. After all, the environment you lived in before was too bad."
"But my tolerance has its limits."
"You must discard everything in the past as quickly as possible and sweep all the worthless things into the trash."
"I might as well be frank. I really can't compliment the two friends you invited today."
"Don't date these worthless, low-class people in the future. It's a waste of time and emotion."
"Listen, Angel!"
"What I just said to you was not a request, but an order!"
"Do you understand?"
Faced with Pamela's aggressive attitude.
Now it was Angel's turn to be embarrassed.
Even Alan, a bystander, couldn't help but feel bad for him.
Ingres's status in the dean's family is equivalent to that of a prospective son-in-law.
In front of Pamela, he had no confidence at all and could not speak up to defend his old friend.
What's more, he is not good at speaking, so what else can he expect except silence?
The result, of course, ended in a bad mood.
"We have been in the Warlock Academy for only a year, but our status has already widened and our friendship has changed."
At the crossroads, when Feilin said goodbye to Allen, he couldn't help but sigh bitterly.
"From now on, we should have less contact with Angel, so as not to embarrass him in front of his new friends!"
…
Three days later.
Warlock College.
There is a huge glass hall with various stalls.
There was a huge crowd of people and the sounds of hawking were deafening.
This is the largest trading market in the Warlock Academy.
There is a circle of bulletin boards arranged against the glass curtain wall.
Covered with densely packed notices.
There are various bounty tasks and service agents.
Alan walked through the crowd and quickly came to the north bulletin board.
Found the notice I posted the day before yesterday.
A concise purchasing information is listed above.
“Wanted: Textiles that can stretch ten times without breaking!”
Now, there is a message below this purchase notice.
"I have the silk thread you need. Come to my booth to discuss."
Alan wrote down the stall address and walked away.
Five minutes later.
Alan came to a stall.
The female stall owner looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with an average appearance but a very charming and hot body.
"My name is Allen, what's your name, Senior Sister?"
"Just call me Weaver Girl."
The female stall owner obviously did not want to reveal her identity.
A pair of big dark eyes looked Alan up and down, and suddenly he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his lips.
This small action vaguely reveals a teasing meaning.
"Sister, can you show me the goods?"
"no problem."
The Weaver Girl bent down, opened the counter drawer, and took out a roll of translucent silk thread.
Each silk thread is as thick as a pencil lead.
The Weaver Girl randomly pulled one out and handed it to Alan.
There was a strange smile on his face.
As if waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Alan took it and tried to stretch it.
This thick thread is indeed extremely elastic and tough.
Stretched ten times, there is no sign of breaking at all.
After rebound, no obvious deformation can be seen.
Allen was pleased with the material's performance.
Just as he was about to return it to the Weaver Girl, he discovered to his embarrassment...
The thick thread stuck to my hands and I couldn't pull it off.
“Hehehe…”
The Weaver Girl had been waiting to see this show.
Seeing Alan's flustered look, he satisfied her mischief and laughed happily.
"Senior Sister, I'm sorry, look at this..."
Alan spread his hands helplessly, not knowing how to deal with the damn sticky thread!
Zhinu held his wrist.
He craned his neck and came closer.
Under Alan's surprised gaze, she stretched out her tongue and licked his hand.
The soft and wet tip of the tongue swept across the palm .
Alan couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
It's strange.
When the thick silk comes into contact with the saliva of the Weaver Girl, it immediately loses its stickiness and falls off naturally.
"My saliva can neutralize the stickiness of spider silk, but it won't destroy its original elasticity and toughness. You can rest assured."
The Weaver Girl explained softly.
"Spider silk?" Alan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Can't you see?" The Weaver Girl smiled. "I have a group of giant spiders at home. I spin silk once a week and sell it in the market."
"I see!"
Alan's eyes were opened again.
"Handsome boy, can you please tell me what you are going to use the giant spider silk for?"
The Weaver Girl asked curiously.
