You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

He simply turned to Carolina and asked in a flat tone:

"Carolina, do you want me... to lose this match?"

Carolina's eyes were filled with worry, but even more so with anger at Elodis's actions.

She shook her head without hesitation and said urgently in a low voice:

"Of course I want you to win! But Ron, his dance..."

"Your words are enough."

Ron didn't let her finish speaking, and directly reached out his right hand to firmly grasp Carolina's soft little hand.

Carolina was startled, feeling the warmth from his palm and a strange sense of calm.

Immediately, Ron took her hand and led her through the crowd, step by step towards the center of the huge dance floor, which was now somewhat empty but was about to become the focus of attention.

As he walked, Ron silently repeated to himself:

"panel."

A semi-transparent light screen, visible only to him, instantly unfolded before his eyes.

Countless tiny entries, each representing a different ability, rolled around like dust motes of light.

His mind raced like lightning:

"Those remaining LV1 low-level affixes from last time... I remember there was one among them..."

My finger flew across the invisible screen, filtering and finally settling on an inconspicuous purple entry:

[LV1 Ballroom Dance King].

"It's you!"

With a tap of his finger, the word was instantly pasted onto his character panel, disappearing as quickly as ink dissolving in water.

At this moment, all eyes in the banquet hall—curious, intrigued, surprised, scrutinizing—were focused on the young couple in the center of the dance floor.

Many guests stopped talking and looked over with great interest.

The music seemed to sense something; the musicians exchanged a glance, the orchestral rhythm subtly shifted, and an ancient and beautiful waltz prelude began to play.

Among the crowd, Bacchus, the lord of the Carnival Labyrinth, a strong satyr with equally large goat horns and sinister eyes, stood with Count Martel.

When he saw that the person holding his beloved daughter-in-law's hand in the center of the dance floor was not his proud son Elodis, but a young man with an unfamiliar aura and rather ordinary clothes.

He suppressed his displeasure and forced a reasonably mild, fake smile.

“My old friend Martel, who is this young… gentleman?”

Count Martel, holding his wine glass, a hint of meaning in his red eyes, calmly replied:

"His name is Ron, and he's a friend of my mischievous daughter. The young man is quite talented; the E-rank dungeon 'Black Whisper Caves,' which has recently become quite popular among adventurers, is his creation."

"Oh? The designer of 'Black Language Cave'?"

Before Bacchus could speak, several noble lords who happened to overhear the conversation exclaimed in surprise:

"That newbie dungeon that's been gaining momentum lately?"

“Earl Martel, you must introduce this promising young designer to us later!”

"Yes, yes, it must have something special to make such a 'deep impression' on newcomers..."

The constant chatter and requests from the guests made Bacchus's face turn ashen, like a spilled paint shop, a mixture of pale and flushed.

His original intention was to point out that the other party's low status was not worthy of Carolina, but unexpectedly he helped her out!

His knuckles were turning white as he gripped the wine glass.

In the center of the dance floor, the music was already flowing.

Ron released Carolina's hand and formally invited her to dance with an extremely standard and impeccable aristocratic posture.

When Carolina placed her hand in Ron's palm with a hint of trepidation, an invisible force instantly enveloped Ron's body.

"This entry... is really good."

Ron admired it in his heart.

His body was taken over by a wonderful sense of rhythm, and his feet seemed to move with steps that were already engraved in the depths of his soul and had been tempered a thousand times.

Raising arms, stepping, spinning—every step is perfectly timed to the precise drumbeats and melodious tunes.

He only needs to empty his mind and let the injected "instinct" drive his body.

The feeling was both strange and wonderful, as if the body had become the most intricate musical instrument, guided by invisible threads, resonating perfectly with the music.

Carolina, who was dancing with him, had long since replaced her worry with amazement.

She could clearly feel that every movement of Ron was smooth, natural, powerful and beautiful. His arms led the way perfectly, his steps were steady yet elegant, and the hem of his clothes that rose when he spun around was like black wings unfolding!

This is hardly the crude dance of a poor boy from the slums.

This is clearly the style of an old-fashioned nobleman who has been immersed in court dance for many years!

One intricate step after another flowed smoothly from Ron's body.

“Ron…you…”

Carolina couldn't help but gasp softly as she was led by the other person to complete a difficult series of spins.

Elodis, standing outside the dance floor, had the same astonishingly pale face as her father, Bacchus.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his sharp nails almost pierced his palms.

He stared intently at the figure dancing gracefully in the center of the field, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.

How could this lowly peasant in his eyes possibly dance so well?

Her movements were precise and graceful, and her coordination with her top-notch partner, Carolina, was seamless, even...

It also carries an indescribable sense of freedom and joy, as if one is one with the music!

"Damn it! How could he... do these dance moves..."

Elodis gritted her teeth, her heart pounding with humiliation and jealousy.

He had hoped to see the other woman make a complete fool of herself and then slink away, so that he could take her place and win Carolina's heart for himself.

But now it seems that if I go up there myself, I probably won't even be able to catch up with their backs!

A strong sense of defeat mixed with the shame of being publicly humiliated overwhelmed him.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the two figures in the center of the dance floor who seemed born to twirl under the spotlight.

Elodis bit her lower lip, glared fiercely at Ron, quietly took a few steps back, and slipped out of the side door without a sound.

Chapter 39 The Reaction to the Reclamation Order

The magnificent and intricate final movement began, accompanied by a sudden, powerful note, as Ron steadily supported Carolina's waist, completing the final, breathtaking spin.

The entire movement was beautiful and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

"Wow——!"

After a brief silence, thunderous applause suddenly erupted in the magnificent banquet hall, surrounding the two people under the lights.

Exclamations of praise and whistles rose and fell.

Many guests applauded them sincerely, their eyes filled with admiration.

“Wonderful!”

"Miss Carolina's dance is still the most beautiful in the eternal night!"

"That young man also danced exceptionally well! Truly remarkable!"

“Earl Martel, your daughter’s friend is truly…a hidden gem!”

Count Bacchus stood alone at the edge of the crowd, his Sartre-like face turning purple.

As the applause subsided, he let out a cold snort, his sour voice abruptly interrupting the applause, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly:

"Hmph! It's just a trivial skill! She's just a little better at dancing, is that all the praise she deserves? In the end, it's still just a trick for entertainment, hardly worthy of being called high art! My son Elodis just didn't get to perform..."

“Brother Bacchus, you are mistaken.”

A harpy lord with golden wings beside him spoke calmly, his gaze still fixed on Ron, who was humbly responding to the praise in the center of the room:

"The 'Black Whisper Caves' designed by Mr. Ron has risen at an unprecedented speed, setting a new record for the fastest rise in the dungeon rankings recently. Isn't that proof of his strength?"

Bacchus seemed momentarily speechless, but then stiffened his neck and his tone became increasingly sharp, as if he wanted to vent his anger at his son's previous embarrassment and the current humiliation he was feeling:

"So what if you rise quickly? It's just because you were lucky enough to run into the influx of newcomers on the adventurer's continent, a bunch of 'adventure newbies' who don't even know what a dungeon is!"

"This result is highly inflated! Back in our day, there were veteran adventurers everywhere with Gold or even Epic-level dungeons. His mere E-level dungeon would have been completely razed to the ground, and his completion rate... hmph, it would probably be over 90% by now! He wouldn't even be here..."

"Om-!"

The moment Bakus finished speaking, the huge azure crystal ball hanging high in front of the banquet hall suddenly burst out with dazzling white light!

The nebula that was slowly rotating inside the sphere suddenly seemed to boil, followed by violent fluctuations in light!

"what happened?"

"Look! A crystal ball!"

"The information in the dungeon rankings is changing!"

All the guests were drawn to this sudden phenomenon, falling silent instantly as hundreds of gazes, filled with astonishment and uncertainty, were directed at the giant sphere that was spinning faster and faster.

The halos representing the names of the various dungeons flickered, moved, and changed wildly, like fireflies scattered by a gale.

In the deathly silence, only the hissing sound of countless magical lights flowing and the faint hum of the giant ball spinning rapidly could be heard.

Then, the light suddenly disappeared!

The crystal-clear golden characters, like a thunderbolt crashing down from a boiling nebula, were engraved on the crystal.

Everyone turned their gaze in that direction, and all was silent.

A moment later someone exclaimed:

"It's a raiding order! The Adventurers' Guild has issued a raiding order for Black Whisper Caves!"