漂亮人妻当面被朋友玩弄

  -You have entered a Tier-6 Limiter Formation; your Abilities, Skills, Affinities, and Stats have been reduced to the Peak of Tier-1.-

[[Quack, Quack, Cyn.]] Feeling the suppression, Brance got in the last word. 

[[Shut up, Brance, keep on your toes and don\'t outwardly show how much this suppression bothers us.]] Finding no humor in his younger brother\'s comment, Cynrik steeled himself and strode forward through the entryway of the Mansion and into what could only be described as a massive and lavish parlor. 

eαglesnᴏνel The space was wide enough to accommodate well over 300 people and was decorated from top to bottom in gold, red, and purple furniture, ornaments, and art pieces. 

At a glance, it didn\'t take a genius to realize how expensive the objects in the parlor were, and to make matters worse; it led to a large staircase where at the top of the second floor was an oversized painting of who Cynrik surmised to be the Governor and his family. 

A battle-worn man with short lavender hair, a bombshell blond wife, and three children of various ages, the oldest in the painting appears to be around ten or eleven years old, whereas the youngest seemed to be three or four. 

The first and thirdborns were both young boys, while the middle child was a girl who looked to be the spitting image of her mother. Of the three children, she was the only one with blond hair, leaving her brothers to have similar shades of lavender hair as their father. 

[[Tsk, this place is giving me flashbacks to my Bitch of a mother\'s horrible interior decorating taste.]] Mentally clicking her tongue, Selene gripped Cynrik\'s forearm tightly and tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling caused by the formation limiting her stats. 

[[What do you expect? This bastard clearly has what I call "Fuck you" money; however, how he spends it has nothing to do with us. I am more concerned about the hostile glares we are receiving.]] As he said this, Cynrik slowly turned his head to the right and caught sight of Lithlen, Viktor, Leelan, and Jason, standing off in the corner, mingling with members of high society while holding wine glasses. 

[[Hehe, well, what do we have here? Our beloved piece of shit Grandpappy has graced us with his presence today; oh, and would you look at that, not a single Anti-Formation pin to be seen on either our cousin or that fuckboi Jason, hehe.]] Looking at the group of four with a gaze not unlike a predator looking at its prey, Cynrik fought back the urge to cackle. 

[[Calm yourself, Darling~; Lithlen and Viktor both have one, so they are still at full power. I know how much you wish to toy with them, but as it stands, we must play nice today; the rumor is that Governor Samieer has reached the Peak of Tier-5 and will soon break through to Tier-6. ]] Selene chided after getting ahold of her emotions. 

[[Cynrik, heads up, the group of generals on the opposite side of the room are posturing as if they plan to come to talk to us.]] Cutting off the nonsensical talk, Brance quickly informed the couple of what he spotted. 

[[Copy, for now, how bout we move to the left of the stairs? That seems to be where the social outcasts are hanging out.]] Tossing one last sneer at the group of four, Cynrik calmly flipped them his middle finger under the disguise of scratching his nose, causing a vein to bulge on Lithlen\'s temple and flames to form in Viktor\'s eyes. 

As MyrkLys cut a path to the opposite end of the room, everyone they passed could be seen sporting one of three expressions, fear, disdain, or interest. However, no matter what they showed, those in the way stepped aside without saying a word, either not wanting to be seen interacting on friendly terms with the known troublemakers or not wanting to deal with the inevitable trouble the group was bound to kick up. 

By the time they made it to the corner Cynrik had chosen on a whim, a clear no-fly zone had been created, with the nearest group of people being a full 10 meters away from MyrkLys. 

The majority of people at the Gala did not want to be associated with MyrkLys. However, some still had ill intentions or prerogatives of their own to make contact, especially with Cynrik, who became both team captain and mouthpiece of the team.

The most notable of which was a group of eight older men in pristine Military Uniforms, who, upon seeing MyrkLys set up shop in the corner, began making their way over. 

[[Interesting, hey Brancie, did you notice their Ranks?]] Spotting the silver stars on the shoulder of four of the uniformed Men and the golden or Silver Leaf of the other four, Cynrik couldn\'t help but find a similarity to the visible ranks on the men walking over and the ones he knew from Earth. 

[[Yeah, Three-stars, Four-stars, and two Two-Stars, not to mention the two Golden Leaf and two Silver Leaf; the question is if the title matches them, it would be pretty interesting if they were Majors and Lieutenant Colonels. Then there\'s the designation between each General Star.]] Tossing a glance at the incoming group, Brance replied.

Although there were different lower officer ranks from various branches of the Military, unless you were in the Navy or Coast Guard, the designation of the stars was static across the board—two Stars as Major General, Three as Lieutenant Generals, and Four as General. 

Regarding the Leaf emblems, if you were in either the Navy or Coast Guard, those ranks were recognized as Lieutenant Commander for Gold and Commander for Silver, and for the Stars, it all had to do with Admiral. 

Regardless, since the four generals were wearing different uniforms, there would likely be a discrepancy between the ranks; still, it was food for thought for the brothers, who were slightly curious if their knowledge applied to their Country\'s Military powers. 

"Cynrik Jetlensr, color me surprised; I half expected someone of your illusive nature to avoid showing up to the Gala tonight." The first Military man, sporting Four Stars on each shoulder, said while stepping up and extending his left hand, which Cynrik firmly grasped. 

"Passing up the opportunity to experience the Governor\'s Mansion in its full glory supersedes my illusive and anti-social nature, General Braddick." Taking a peek at the man\'s name tag and attaching a title fitting of the stars, Cynrik\'s left eye twitched slightly as the General exerted some force on his hand, causing the bones to pop audibly. 

Still, even though he was receiving multiple small damage notifications, Cynrik didn\'t flinch and started applying some force of his own, only to reach a stopping point due to the limit on his stats. 

"Highly perceptive of you, young man; I find some humor in that aspect of your personality. Not only did you recognize my rank, but you even were keen on checking my nameplate, a sign that although you didn\'t know who I am, you recognized the uniform and afforded me at least that much respect." Releasing his grip on Cynrik\'s hand, General Braddick narrowed his eyes and noticed that not an ounce of fear was being shown by Cynrik or any member of MyrkLys, for that matter. 

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