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Looking at the passing crowd, Ron let out a small sigh. This banquet was really too boring, he really didn't know why the Beastmen liked to hold banquets so much. Although he had to admit that the singing and dancing were very beautiful, but almost all banquets were like this.

"Ron, what are you thinking about? Why do you look so bored?" At this moment, a glass of red wine appeared in her hand. She was wearing a bright red dress and looked very attractive. The snow-white color on her chest made Ron's heart tremble.

Ron didn't answer, he just raised his glass and Bagsala clinked it with his and they finished it in one gulp. At this point Ron said with a smile, "It's really boring, it's been like this every day. Although I've become a member of the Gold family, to be honest, I still want to go back to how I used to be …"

Batha smiled, "Me too. I was still very curious when I attended the banquet for the first time, but I've been to it too many times and I feel bored …"

"By the way, didn't you go dancing?" Ron laughed and changed the subject.

While the banquet was going on, there would also be dances. Those elegant dances came from the human side, and the Beastmen only knew those vulgar dances.

"No!" Ron, you know I never dance with anyone but you, of course. The charming Batha Sarah had been invited by many people at the party, but she politely refused. It wasn't that she couldn't dance, but she didn't want to. Born of the good Gypsy race, she was born with the gift of singing and dancing.

Ron smiled and looked at the songs and dances.

Then Batha smiled, leaned forward, blew air into Ron's ear, and whispered in his ear, "Do you think they jumped well?"

Ron could only feel the soft, warm fragrance in his bosom. The little goblin in his embrace was rubbing his arm with her plump, towering breasts, causing him to be absent-minded.

"Good, good …"

"I danced better than they did …" Batha whispered in Ron's ear, "But. "I'll just show it to you alone …"

"This little demoness …" At this moment, Ron was smiling bitterly in his heart. At this moment, he felt that his body was responding.

"What are you doing?"

A voice broke the tension between the two, and they saw Little Rain and Kay walk towards them with quick steps. Batha Sarah's face reddened and she drew back a little.

At first, he didn't want to have anything happen to Bagsala, but it still happened in the end. The night after he won the championship, he saw Little Rain walking over and hurriedly changed the topic.

"Have fun!"

"Of course I'm happy. I'm already sweating all over..." Little Rain was dragging Kay around, dancing and eating and having a good time, and she didn't know what boredom was.

Ron nodded, suddenly seeming to remember something.

Little Yu stared with her eyes, "It's still early! Do you think it's that easy to concoct the medicine? Even with the formula, it would take a lot of effort … "

Truth be told, Ron did not care about the money for the ingredients, but he needed the strength Potion too much.

"Ron, come with me!"

"What is it?" Ron approached quickly.

Mo Lan smiled, "Don't you have one? The Old Ancestor wants to see you!"

Ron was about to ask who the Old Ancestor was, but Moran had already taken his hand and led him forward.

After passing through the banquet hall, Ron followed them into a small, luxurious side hall. Ron knew that these side rooms were usually used to entertain special important guests. These distinguished guests did not want to be disturbed, so naturally, they did not wish to meet the people inside the hall.

The small side hall was filled with people. What shocked Ron the most was that almost all of the important figures that the beastmen had brought along had arrived, including experts from God Realm, Beast King Salamon, and Old Marshal Zhan Feng.

To Ron's surprise today, Prince Duttan was there. God knows when they came.

Moran took Ron to the center of the side room, stood, and saluted. Old Ancestor, this is Ron.

It was only then that Ron saw an old orc sitting in the middle of the seat. He had a kind face, a beard, and a head full of white hair. He was wearing a worn out shaman's robe and had not washed for an unknown amount of time. He was not tall, but he looked small among the orcs, like a thirteen-fourteen year old child, and to Ron's surprise the orcs, including Riga, showed respect.

The Old Ancestor was not the old Beastman, but no one present dared to call him by his name. At this moment, Ron's eyes focused, he realized that this old Beastman named Old Ancestor was not simple at all, as a Shaman he was already at the Saint level, and this level had another title, Prophet.

He did not dare to hesitate, and bowed deeply. Just as he was thinking of how to get close to this grand character of the Beastman Empire, the Old Ancestor actually spoke first.

"My granddaughter in law, you're finally here …"

"What?" Ron looked up in astonishment, wondering if the old orc was calling for him. He looked around, as if he were the only one standing there, and the old man was smiling at him.

He turned his head to look at Moran, only to see that her face was also filled with shock. Immediately after, two red clouds rose up on her pale face. It was clearly unexpected.

There was only one granddaughter in this side chamber, and that was her. Furthermore, her relationship with the ancestor wasn't bad, so it was no wonder that Mo Lan was so awkward.

Ron looked around and saw that everyone, including Riga, looked dazed, as if they had not yet reacted.

After a long while, Salamon finally reacted. He awkwardly smiled and said, "Old Ancestor, Niece Mo Lan is still not married..."

The Old Ancestor completely ignored Salamon's words, revealing an expression as if he's an idiot. At this moment, he stood up, smiling as he walked down from his seat … " He said, "My granddaughter and son-in-law, let me, this old man, have a good look at you …"

The Old Ancestor, standing with a long staff, trembled down from his seat and came to stand in front of Ron.

The Old Ancestor smiled as he sized up the nineteen year old human teenager, his eyes revealing a look of admiration. He said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad. Heavy granddaughter, you have good eyes … "

Everyone had a strange expression on their faces. Although they wanted to laugh, they were unable to do so. Their expressions were even uglier than crying.

Rönn looked at Moran and saw that his face was also filled with embarrassment. Needless to say, she was the one that his great-granddaughter was referring to.

"Great-granddaughter husband?" It can't be that he's old, right? "

He saw that the old orc was as old as the wind that blew him over, and he was even more sure of his guess, when he felt it was time for him to come forward and explain.

"Greetings, Ancestor. My name is Ron, and I'm a human. I'm friends with Miss Moran, not your granddaughter …"

As if he hadn't heard, the Old Ancestor smiled and said, "Well, I understand, your name is Ron, and you're my granddaughter's son-in-law …"

"Old Ancestor, he's not your granddaughter or son-in-law, he's just a human …" He specifically identified Ron as a human being.

The forefather ignored him. "Look at what you're saying, how could I not know my granddaughter in law?"

"Old Ancestor, you've recognized the wrong person. I'm not your granddaughter husband …" At this point, Ron explained patiently.

"Un, yes, a granddaughter in law …"

"I'm not..."

"Got it, granddaughter husband …"

No matter how hard Ron tried to explain, the old orc, who was almost too old to walk, kept repeating the same line, thinking that Ron was his granddaughter in law.

Hearing this, some of the people's minds were clear. They had already guessed whether the Old Ancestor wanted to betroth Moran to this young strong fighter champion, Ron. This kid's luck really wasn't ordinary.

Mo Lan was from a Gold family, and his status was extraordinary. He was just beautiful and charming. There were many suitors in the Beastman Empire, and even Prince Du Tan had been tempted by him before.

Moran was definitely not an orc girl that could not be married off. She had always been single, so this was her own choice.

"..." Ron had no choice but to look at Moran for help.

Moran's face also revealed a helpless expression. She turned her gaze towards her grandfather.

He could only smile as he said, "Mo Lan, the Old Ancestor is too old, his legs and feet aren't very agile. It's better if you let him talk in his seat …"

"Yes, grandfather …" She winked at Ron, told him not to talk, and helped the Old Ancestor to his seat in the center.

"Old Ancestor, let's talk over there …"

"Hmm, good, good …" It's my great-granddaughter who treats me so well … " The Old Ancestor grinned.

It was only after watching the Old Ancestor walk away that Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief. Being treated as Moran's husband was such a joke that no matter how one looked at it, it would be unrealistic.

At this point, Riga gave an eye, and an orc came forward to invite him out to the side hall. Ron didn't want to stay here any longer than he had to, so he excused himself after saying hello.

After a while, Moran came out of the hall again. When he saw Ron, his face reddened, and he quickly returned to normal. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ron, the Old Ancestor is getting old and a little out of his mind, maybe he got the wrong person, so please don't mind …"

"I don't mind..." Ron smiled graciously, then asked, "By the way, who was that ancestor?"

"He's my grandfather's father-in-law … He's also my grandmother's father … " Mo Lan smiled.

"Oh!" It was only then that Ron understood. No wonder even Energetic people made him feel that way. It was because he was Energetic's father-in-law.

"Ron, let me talk to the Old Ancestor a bit more. He really likes me …" Mo Lan said.

"Alright, I'll wait for you!" Ron said with a smile, "You should leave quickly, don't make the Old Ancestor wait …"

Ron was back in the hall after he said goodbye to Moran when a hurrying figure came out of the slant and hit Ron full in the face. The man's glass spilled out of his hand and spilled all over Ron's body.

"I'm sorry..." "I didn't mean to," the figure said apologetically.

"I'm fine!" It was a pity that he was wearing such an expensive traditional outfit. Even though he did not like to wear it, the price for it was not low.

"This is …" Then Ron's heart skipped a beat, and he wondered why the voice sounded so familiar. He jerked his head up and was surprised to see a familiar face.

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