Everyone looked at him in shock.

Only Dayshannon knew.

He was serious. He really didn't know how to dance.

His clear and sincere eyes told her that he wasn't making excuses for his refusal, but that he really didn't know how to dance.

The Tulip Academy's etiquette course didn't include learning how to dance.

Charles III also frowned slightly.

It was not wrong for him to admire Joelson. He almost saw him as the next Harriet Terrence, which was why the royal family immediately tried to curry favor with him.

However, compared to a magic genius who had yet to grow up, the status of his daughter, Dayshannon, was obviously higher in his heart.

He even had the idea of immediately abolishing the title of Duke.

Prince Antoine had a smug smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to a good show.

The atmosphere at the scene began to become a little tense.

Suddenly, Dayshannon let out a "Pfft"and laughed. The beauty that bloomed in an instant made everyone dizzy.

All the nervousness disappeared.

"It's okay."

Dayshannon mischievously winked at Joelson and extended a hand to him.

"I can teach you."

Everyone sighed in their hearts. For the sake of Joelson, the princess had actually lowered herself so much.

There was no reason to refuse this time, right?

If he dared to refuse again, this kid would definitely regret it.

Numerous gazes filled with warning shot over.

"Alright!"

Joelson replied straightforwardly, seizing the opportunity to hold that perfect and slender hand.

His jealous gaze instantly became much more heated.

He actually dared to hold the princess' hand?!

Really!

It was too enviable!

Dayshannon's hand was small and soft.

It was very comfortable to hold.

A faint blush appeared on her face.

This was supposed to be an invitation from a nobleman to a girl he liked.

Now, she was the one who took the initiative to do it to Joelson.

Her heart was thumping, and she was very embarrassed.

She held onto Joelson with one hand and her long skirt with the other, and walked happily to the center of the dance floor.

At this moment, everyone retreated from the center of the stage and made room for the two of them.

Only these two people had the right to stand in the center of the dance floor.

Their light purple hair fluttered in the wind as Dayshannon walked towards them.

The two of them were very close to each other.

The puzzlement in the eyes of Joelson became even more intense.

He seemed to have smelled the faint scent of the Bauhinia flowers somewhere before.

Joelson's left hand gently rested on Dayshannon's waist, and his right hand tightly grasped Dayshannon's small hand.

"Just like me," Dayshannon whispered. "Take it one step at a time. It's actually very simple. A genius like you will definitely be able to learn it easily."

Joelson took out the same concentration he had when Harriet Terrence taught him magic lessons, and studied it very seriously.

Amidst the sound of the harp, Dayshannon's melodious laughter rang out like a lark.

"No, no, you should step out with your left foot first."

"You stepped on my skirt again! Are you really a magic genius?! Haha."

"I'm sorry, Princess Dayshannon. I'm as clumsy as a duck."

The atmosphere of the banquet became harmonious and cheerful again.

Charles III's eyebrows relaxed. He could see that his daughter was very happy.

Other than some young men and women who were hiding in a corner and quietly watching the two of them, they were jealous, envious, and depressed. However, there was nothing they could do. They could only keep pouring wine into their mouths.

Morton saw an opportunity. After four or five attempts, he finally succeeded in inviting a noble girl, who had been rejected by Joelson and was still very depressed, to dance with him.

There was also a pair of eyes that had been staring intently at the two figures who were continuously dancing.

"Your Highness the Prince."

A person quickly walked to Prince Antoine's side and said respectfully.

Antoine slowly took a sip of the short-term wine glass and then asked indifferently, "How is it? Have you brought the things?"

"I've brought them. They are in the carriage outside the palace."

"Very good."

Antoine nodded in satisfaction, he whispered to himself, "This new high-level spiritual potion cost me 50,000 gold coins to get. Not only does it increase meditation, but it can also improve a mage's fire elemental perception. Joelson majored in fire magic, so he will definitely like this gift."

"Send it to him after the banquet."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The man replied and asked sadly, "Your Highness, do you need to send him a message?"

Antoine narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment and said, "Tell him that this is a small gift from me. I hope to call him a friend."

"Understood."

"Oh, right." Antoine glanced at his subordinate and asked, "Have you found the master who made this potion? Or, have you found the formula?"

"Not yet."

His subordinate shook his head and said, "All the people in the Chamber of Commerce who sold the potion at the auction house have been arrested and interrogated. They said that a man named Edward sold the potion to them. They also had their eyes on the formula, but the two Tier-4 mages and knights who were sent over did not come back."

"Idiot!"

Antoine snorted disdainfully and said, "How could two tier-4 trash be able to create such a magical potion?"

Antoine looked at the dancing figure of Joelson and said in a low voice, "Edward, another Edward."

"One Harriet Terrence is enough for the Alcott Empire. I don't want to see another one. If you are smart enough, you might be able to become my... Haha."

...

Soon, the dinner ended.

Joelson sat in the royal carriage.

He was alone. Harriet Terrence was nowhere to be found halfway through the dinner.

It was destined to be a wonderful and unforgettable night.

After Joelson clumsily danced the entire dance song.

Dayshannon quietly said goodbye to him, disappearing like the moon and stars in the night.

Joelson even felt that she was like Cinderella in a fairy tale, who suddenly barged into his world and quietly said goodbye before the clock struck twelve.

The scent of Bauhinia flowers that remained on his hand was the crystal shoes that she had left behind.

It was as if it was a dream.

Pulling his thoughts out, Joelson's gaze fell on his own hand.

A magic potion in a beautiful crystal bottle was emitting a faint red glow in the dark.

There was a complicated expression on his face.

He was surprised, but he didn't know what to say.

Wasn't this the new spirit potion he sold?

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