Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 313: Meyer’s Brilliance

Seeing Reinhardt’s motionless body lying on the ground, even knowing the rumors of his power comparable to a magister, all the young knights were unable to accept this sudden turn of events. They stood there, dumbfounded.

The ladies present were more able to face reality. Except for a few particularly infatuated with the "Sun Knight," the majority applauded Eric’s unexpected display of strength. Especially Meyer, the "Pearl of Europe," who was very pleased that her idol had such an outstanding boyfriend in both looks and strength, and they all cheered and blessed them.

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The women who admired Meyer were mostly impressed by her ability to carve out a space for herself in the male-dominated world of knights. It could be said that many of Meyer’s fans had a bit of a feminist inclination. Therefore, they had no aversion to Eric, the "foreigner" who gave those self-important knights a lesson.

The noise from the feminists seemed to annoy the proud young knights but constrained by their chivalry, they couldn’t lash out at the ladies. Instead, they directed their anger at Eric. After Leo ordered Reinhardt to be carried away, four figures, glowing faintly with gold, simultaneously leaped onto the stage.

They seemed slightly surprised to see they weren’t the only ones with this idea.

Seeing the four junior gold knights, Eric smiled indifferently and said, "Come together, don’t waste time!"

The four knights were furious but didn’t refuse. After all, Reinhardt’s fate as an intermediate gold knight was evident. The audience didn’t make a fuss either, as the difference in strength was obvious. They allowed the challengers to compensate with numbers.

Thus, the four junior gold knights roared and charged from four directions. Their swords thrust simultaneously, turning into four cold flashes, all aimed at Eric’s difficult-to-avoid vital points. In their minds, Reinhardt had failed only because he was too merciful and careless. So, they combined their full strength in this attack!

Unfortunately, the result was the same.

Before their attacks could land, they were each knocked back, collapsing to the ground.

A gust of wind blew past, leaving Eric as the only one standing on the wide stage, which now seemed a bit desolate. The audience, who had been expecting a fierce battle, were stunned. Then, the cheers of the women erupted.

Just as Leo ordered the four fallen knights to be carried off, they regained consciousness. Eric had only hit them each with a shield of air, so the impact was much lighter than what Reinhardt suffered. They had only been briefly dazed.

The four junior gold knights, once they regained their senses, were too ashamed to stay under everyone’s gaze. They quickly slipped into the crowd, hiding themselves.

Eric, finding it uninteresting to bully "inferiors," turned to step off the stage.

At that moment, an arrogant voice rang out, "Chinese boy, don’t go! I, Carrefour, challenge you..." With these words, a handsome knight in luxurious armor leaped onto the stage.

Glancing at this intermediate gold knight, Eric shook his head, unsure if he had the "fearless knight spirit" or was just an egomaniac. Probably the latter...

Seeing Eric ignoring him and continuing to step off the stage, the knight named Carrefour sneered, "Coward, are you afraid?"

Though Eric wouldn’t get angry over a dog’s bark, Meyer couldn’t ignore it.

Not knowing the full extent of Eric’s magic prowess, she thought he might be low on magical energy after handling five enemies without a robe or staff.

Suspecting he couldn’t cast the same silent magic again, she wanted to help him off the stage smoothly and teach the opportunistic Carrefour a lesson. Meyer coldly snorted and said sternly, "Carrefour, for insulting my boyfriend, I challenge you!"

"…It’s Miss Meyer! Miss Meyer is entering the stage!" The audience was both surprised and excited. Initially, there were whispers among those around Meyer, but soon it turned into a wave that spread throughout the crowd.

No one thought Meyer’s "intervention" was abrupt, nor did anyone consider Eric’s avoidance of the fight as cowardice. A "magister" who could defeat five gold knights in an instant without a mage robe and staff was not someone to be underestimated!

As Eric stepped down and Meyer stepped up, she lifted her head and smiled slightly, blushing.

Although only Eric could sense the apology in Meyer’s eyes, her beautiful smile was seen and etched in the hearts of everyone watching her.

That fresh smile, like dewdrops on tender leaves, instantly struck many with a feeling of being hit by Cupid’s arrow. Some of the more vulgar ones even let out indecent moans.

"Miss Meyer... I love you..."

"Miss Meyer... Look this way..."

"Miss Meyer, I support you..."

"Miss Meyer, leave that Chinese boy. No one in this world can match you..."

The frenzied crowd, hoarse-voiced, expressed their admiration like devout followers worshiping a true deity.

For a moment, the entire audience’s attention was focused on one person.

A woman who took charge of the French super family Broumell at the age of twelve, a genius girl who became a gold knight at sixteen, a perfect woman who shocked the entire European knighthood with her beauty and strength at twenty, a young master known as the "gold knight closest to the holy knight."

This person’s full name was Kulisenu-Broumell!

Seeing their idol about to take action personally, Meyer’s admirers went wild. They abandoned their ladylike manners and rushed towards the stage to cheer for their idol.

Of course, the knights in their path suffered, not only being jostled but many having their feet stepped on. However, no gentleman with knightly manners would hold it against these lovely ladies. Several trampled fellows were overjoyed, considering it a blessing to be stepped on by a beauty!

As one of the leading families in the knighthood, the French superpower Broumell family, Meyer’s recognition was unquestioned. Beyond her outstanding strength, her celestial beauty and resolute character earned the admiration of all who knew her!

To command those proud and unruly experts as a woman was a rare feat. Without Meyer, the Broumell family might have declined ten years ago and never achieved its current strength!

Having such a woman was an absolute blessing for both individuals and the entire family!

Admirers, worshippers, and respecters—together, they made up the entire audience. Essentially, everyone present was cheering for Meyer!

Amid the cheers, Meyer calmly said, "Mr. Carrefour, shall we begin?"

Carrefour, looking at the goddess he could only approach in his dreams, was completely dazed. He nodded dumbly, not sure if he had even heard Meyer’s words.

Thousands in the audience gazed at Carrefour with pity. Perhaps it was this pitying gaze that snapped Carrefour back to reality. However, instead of attacking with his fighting spirit, he expressed his gratitude, "Thank God! Miss Meyer, it is fate that brought us together... Ah..."

Perhaps spurred by Eric, Carrefour began a passionate confession on the stage. Unfortunately, he didn’t finish his words before Meyer sent him flying with a "Knight’s Charge."

Meyer, surprised at her hit, frowned slightly and said, "Didn’t we already agree to start? Why were you standing there defenseless, just talking?"

The audience burst into laughter, not feeling that Meyer had violated the knight’s spirit. Since both had agreed to the fight, Carrefour’s lack of defense was his fault.

Strangely, Carrefour, who was knocked to the ground, showed no negative emotions. Instead, he touched his chest with a look of bliss.

Could he be one of those who "seek suffering," a masochist who enjoys being hurt?

Some astute individuals laughed, realizing, "Is Carrefour an idiot? Doesn’t he know that ’Knight’s Charge’ relies on fighting spirit and doesn’t involve physical contact? What is he fantasizing about?"

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Meyer, unaware of Carrefour’s perverted actions, glanced at him in mild curiosity before ignoring him. As she was about to step down, a clear yet hesitant voice called out, "Miss Meyer, please wait!"

Turning around, she saw a young knight standing at the edge of the stage. He looked no more than eighteen or nineteen, with a youthful face.

"Is there something you need?" Meyer could tell the young knight wasn’t trying to bother her but had a request. She didn’t reject him but instead displayed her approachable demeanor as the head of a great family.