Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

"Reviving magic?" Eric gave a bitter smile, thinking of the thin mana on Earth, and sighed softly, "That's difficult..."

"Eric, I believe you can do it!" Meyer's face was flushed, either from excitement or shyness.

Her reaction puzzled Eric slightly, but he didn't think much of it and just shook his head, "Maybe I really can do it! But I have no intention of doing it..."

"Why?" Meyer looked confused. "If you revive magic, you will become the leader of the entire magic community! Although the magic community is not very powerful now, its influence is not to be underestimated. Why would you give up such an easily attainable advantage?"

"Easy to attain?" Eric shook his head and laughed, not explaining further. He glanced at the excited wizards across from him, who wanted to come over but were afraid of Tang Tu's magic, and said, "Alright, let's go, or we won't be able to leave later!"

Meyer understood and nodded, getting up to follow Eric. Catherine, who had been silently watching Eric, also followed them downstairs, saying she wanted to have a good chat with her niece since they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

As they descended, they saw a tall knight jump onto a statue in the distance, waving his arms and shouting, "Brothers, we must not waste this beautiful night! Let's enjoy ourselves tonight..."

His call was met with a chorus of noisy laughter. The party had officially begun. With pleasant music playing, people started to move around. Those with partners chatted in groups of three or five. Those without partners roamed around, looking to flirt or find a date.

Most people here believed Eric was an illusionist. They were not shocked by his power but were pleased with the light and sound effects he created. Those who understood the true nature of his magic did not explain it to others, instead contemplating their thoughts.

Just as Eric and his group were about to leave, some knights approached them.

"Hello, sir. I am Leotius, the vice-captain of the Danish Royal Knights!" A handsome knight in his late twenties, leading the group, pounded his right fist against his chest and gave a respectful knight's salute.

As the host country of this year's knight tournament, it would be too rude not to make the acquaintance of a high-ranking individual appearing in their territory, especially someone rumored to be a master magician.

Eric bowed slightly in return, "Hello, I am Eric."

"May I ask where you are from?" Leotius hesitated, as Eric's appearance suggested he was of Asian descent. However, he had never heard of an Asian reaching such a high level of magical proficiency. Even looking through history, there were no records of it.

"Hehe, I am a guest of the Broumell family. I don't belong to the European cultivation world."

Leotius was surprised and glanced at Meyer, who was standing close to Eric. Smiling and nodding, he said, "So, you are a friend of Lady Meyer. Welcome!"

"Thank you."

"Mr. Eric, tomorrow is our knights' competition. Would you be able to come and give us some guidance?"

Facing Leotius's warm invitation and Meyer's expectant gaze, Eric nodded, "I can't promise guidance, but I will certainly come!"

"Great!" Leotius's face lit up with a genuine smile, "Then I will look forward to seeing you tomorrow!"

On the way back to the hotel, Catherine kept probing Eric about his true identity and real strength. However, no matter how she badgered or teased him, Eric ignored her.

Finally, having no other option, Catherine turned her questions to Meyer. Unfortunately, Meyer had already understood Eric's desire to keep his identity hidden and played along with her aunt's inquiries skillfully.

In the end, an impatient Eric rudely pulled Meyer into his room, leaving a stunned Catherine behind, unsure how to react.

Of course, Eric wasn't planning to do what Catherine thought. He simply wanted to help Meyer refine her muscles and cleanse her marrow, so she could be in her best condition for the upcoming competition!

Early the next morning, a partially exhausted Eric was dragged up by an excited Meyer and hurried to the venue. To their surprise, Catherine had already left, leaving them a message that she had to return to England for some urgent matters and wouldn't be attending the knight tournament.

Eric and Meyer didn't mind and continued on their way.

When they arrived at the scene, they found that the square, serving as the main venue, was already packed. Unlike the previous night, the crowd was not scattered in small groups but gathered around a newly erected platform, all eyes fixed on a single point. People were either clapping vigorously or cheering loudly.

The focus of the crowd's attention was two knights competing against each other. A cheer, especially from the women, erupted as the blond knight disarmed the burly knight of his battle-axe.

Noticing Eric's gaze, Meyer explained, "That knight is 'Reinhardt,' a descendant of the Twelve Round Table Knights of England. He's quite skilled and is already a mid-level gold knight!"

"Have you fought him before?"

"Yes..."

As Eric and Meyer talked, a man, either a referee or an emcee, appeared on the platform and loudly announced, "Our 'Sun Knight'—Reinhardt has defeated another opponent. So, according to our tradition, tell everyone, who would you like to have dinner with?"

Eric was slightly taken aback, not understanding the custom.

Meyer explained, "The competition is purely for practice, with no prizes. To boost enthusiasm, a strange rule was set: anyone who remains undefeated after five challenges can invite any single woman present to dinner."

Eric couldn't help but smile. This rule seemed like a good "encouragement policy" for those young men from wealthy families. After all, nothing stimulates them more than romance!

Thinking for a moment, Eric suddenly laughed, "What if the winner is a woman? Does she get to invite a single man? I remember you've won several competitions yourself..."

Meyer smiled wryly, "The knight world is predominantly male. My victories are exceptions, and the rules haven't changed because of it..."

Reinhardt, the center of everyone's attention, scanned the crowd and spotted Meyer. At that moment, Meyer was talking to Eric, and due to the noisy environment, her head was close to Eric's, making them appear quite intimate.

Reinhardt, the proud knight from a noble family, had not only lost to Meyer but also his heart. Unfortunately, Meyer was too outstanding—not only incredibly beautiful and skilled in martial arts but also the head of her family. This made Reinhardt feel inferior and unable to express his feelings.
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He had heard that the usually solitary Meyer was accompanied by a man this time. Seeing the heartbreaking scene before him, he fully believed it.

Heartbroken and jealous, his mind raced, shattering his self-doubt. In front of the crowd, he knelt on one knee, facing Meyer, and said passionately, "Broumell, my goddess, Reinhardt is willing to be your knight, always guarding our love!"

The crowd was momentarily stunned, then the young women erupted into applause. Such a brave and passionate man naturally won their favor, but the men's expressions were less enthusiastic.

Among the thousand knights present, there were at least three hundred who admired Meyer but never dared to confess their feelings.

Now, seeing someone openly declare his love, how could they not be angry or anxious?

However, based on a tradition that had lasted hundreds of years, they had no right to object. They could only watch Meyer, hoping she would reject him. Although no one had ever been turned down in the history of the knight tournament, it didn't mean it was impossible!

At that moment, the focus shifted to Meyer, who was slightly surprised but quickly regained her composure. Under the gaze of thousands, she coldly said, "I refuse!"

"Why?" Reinhardt looked deeply hurt, "Do you hate me so much that you won't even have dinner with me?"

The female spectators were saddened by Reinhardt's unrequited love, with some already in tears. If Meyer wasn't their idol, they would have verbally attacked her to help the "devoted man" persuade the "heartless woman."

As for the men, apart from a few who had no romantic interest in Meyer and felt sorry for the "first to take the plunge," most of the "interested parties" breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Reinhardt's "life-is-meaningless" expression, the not-so-cold-hearted Meyer couldn't bear it. She glanced apologetically at Eric before saying, "I don't hate you. It's just that my boyfriend is a traditional Chinese man. He doesn't want me to go out for dinner alone with another man..."

"What..."