Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Meyer's words not only shocked Reinhardt but also surprised the knights who enjoyed watching his antics. Although many of them had seen the closeness between Eric and Meyer, they had all subconsciously assumed it wasn't a romantic relationship. But now, their fantasy bubble had burst, and along with it, their hearts…

Eric had already guessed Meyer's intentions when she looked at him. He gently patted her shoulder to show that he didn't mind.

Receiving Eric's "forgiveness," Meyer was very happy and gave him a sincere smile.

This sibling-like interaction was seen by others as "public flirting." The women didn't react too strongly; in fact, they felt a bit blessed by the "deep affection" between Eric and Meyer. After all, Eric was also a "devastatingly handsome" man, standing next to the "European Jewel," Meyer, creating a rather harmonious scene.

However, the hundreds of young knights who harbored intentions towards Meyer didn't see it that way. No matter how they looked at Eric, they found him displeasing.

"This can't be true!" Reinhardt's shout echoed the feelings of most knights. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Meyer, "How can your boyfriend be him? How can it be..."

"Why not?" Meyer and Eric exchanged a glance, both unable to understand why Reinhardt was so agitated.

"You are the jewel of our European knights..." Reinhardt shouted, "How can you be with a Chinese man?"

"Why not?" Meyer repeated her tone now a few degrees colder.

Not sensing Meyer's cold tone, Reinhardt glared at Eric and said through gritted teeth, "Our European jewel should never be taken by a Chinese man..."

Reinhardt's unreasonable outburst surprisingly received support from the majority present, causing an uproar.

In this situation, Meyer, as the head of the Broumell family, couldn't directly scold Reinhardt to avoid offending too many knight families. She could only remain silent, her face icy.

Perhaps emboldened by the support, Reinhardt disregarded Meyer's expression, removed his left glove, and threw it down from the platform, shouting at Eric, "Chinese boy, I challenge you to a duel in the name of knighthood!"

Meyer coldly snorted, her figure flickering as if she intended to take action. However, Eric stopped her.

"He's just a kid with a momentary lapse of reason. Why bother with him?"

Seeing the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Eric call the twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old Reinhardt a "kid" with such an air of maturity and self-assurance, Meyer couldn't help but smile. The coldness on her face melted instantly, revealing a stunning smile that mesmerized everyone present.

Seeing this smile, anyone who was still rational understood that their "jewel" was "destined" to belong to that Chinese man. Because aside from him, they had never seen anyone else who could make Meyer, in her anger, "blossom" with just a single sentence...

Staring blankly at the smile that made his entire being tremble, Reinhardt felt a deep sense of sorrow. He knew he had already lost before the battle even began. Regardless of the outcome, nothing would change. He had made a fool of himself...

Taking a deep breath, Reinhardt calmed his mind and pointed at Eric, saying in a steady voice, "Perfect love requires absolute strength to protect it! Come up, Chinese boy, and show us that you have that strength..."

Eric was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected the young knight, who was consumed by jealousy just ten seconds ago, to calm down so quickly. After looking at him intently for a moment, Eric smiled, nodded, and walked over slowly.

Meyer opened her mouth to speak but ultimately said nothing. She merely followed closely behind Eric, stopping at the edge of the platform.

Giving Meyer's hand a reassuring squeeze, Eric leisurely walked onto the stage.

In front of everyone's eyes, Meyer blushed slightly at Eric's rather affectionate gesture, but she didn't panic. Instead, she focused intently on the stage, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Reinhardt stood there quietly, waiting for Eric, neither exuding his aura nor preparing any offensive stance.

Out of a certain fondness for this "kid," Eric felt he should give him a heads-up, "Reinhardt, right? In a moment, you should make the first move and go all out, or you won't get another chance..."

Eric spoke sincerely, but Reinhardt didn't appreciate it. Not only him, but even the audience below thought this was an insult to Reinhardt.

Just as the crowd's emotions were running high, Leo, the vice-captain of the Danish Royal Knights who had invited Eric over yesterday, stepped forward and gestured for the crowd to quiet down.

Leo's high standing in the knights' community ensured that the noisy crowd soon settled down. He smiled calmly and said, "Everyone, there's no need to make a fuss. Although Mr. Eric here is from distant China, he is a mage and not just any mage—he's an Archmage!"

The audience erupted again, discussions flaring up once more.

"How can he be a mage? Didn't Master Peter say yesterday he was an illusionist?"

"Yes, I heard Master Peter say the same. How can this be?"

"Peter must have been mistaken! Didn't you see him leave in a hurry yesterday? Mistaking an Archmage for an illusionist—Peter's reputation is probably ruined now..."

"What, did this Archmage make a move last night? Tell me, I wasn't here yesterday..."

"Here's what happened..."

Reinhardt, who did not know about last night's events, also turned pale after hearing Leo's words. Although he didn't know exactly how powerful an Archmage was, he had heard that Archmages were super experts who could duel with Paladins! It seemed he had picked a fight with the wrong person...

However, Reinhardt had a strong sense of "knightly spirit." Even if he was facing an unbeatable opponent, he faced him with full courage, without backing down. He even reminded Eric, "Your Excellency Archmage, where are your mage robes and staff?"

Mage robes could speed up the gathering of magic, and staff could store magical power. These were essential for a mage in battle. Relying on natural recovery alone, a mage might be killed ten times by a high-level knight before casting the next spell!

"Thank you, but I don't need those. I can manage empty-handed..."

"Although Your Excellency is so confident, I won't be pretentious." Feeling humiliated once again, Reinhardt was furious. He felt that his knightly honor was being trampled on and silently vowed to make this arrogant Archmage regret his arrogance!

Eric smiled slightly, gesturing with his hand, "Please!"

Reinhardt solemnly unsheathed his sword. With a loud shout, golden light surged around him. Combined with his handsome appearance and luxurious attire, he indeed resembled a "Sun Knight."

The female audience members began to scream.

However, their cheers were not one-sided. Many, out of respect for Meyer and Eric's looks, also cheered for Eric, the "outsider."

Reinhardt darted forward and launched a swift thrust, aiming for Eric's arm. It seemed he still had a good heart, avoiding vital areas even in such a situation!

The sword approached swiftly, yet Eric remained motionless, neither chanting a spell nor preparing to dodge.

Amidst the audience's expressions of either concern or ridicule, only two people maintained a calm demeanor, exuding complete confidence in Eric. One was Meyer, who had sparred with Eric many times, and the other, surprisingly, was Leo.

The rapid attack abruptly halted, stopping in midair, leaving even the sword's owner bewildered. It wasn't that he held back; he simply couldn't advance further.

Amidst the crowd's confusion, only Eric knew the reason: three magical shields had blocked Reinhardt's sword tip.

"Magic Shield..." Reinhardt and the now-enlightened audience murmured.

Eric didn't respond, only offering a slight smile.

Reinhardt snorted heavily, withdrawing and then surging with golden light. He powered up and charged at Eric. This was an effective knight skill against magic shields—Knight's Charge!

If there were only two or three magic shields, they might indeed have shattered under Reinhardt's charge. However, what stood before him were twenty or thirty shields.

There's a saying about "an egg hitting a rock" and another idiom about "waiting for the hare by the stump."

At this moment, Reinhardt was the "egg" and the "hare"! Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Though he neither shattered nor perished, Reinhardt was flung backward and, upon landing, lost consciousness, clearly having fainted.

Reinhardt held considerable status in the European knights' community, not only coming from a noble lineage but also possessing mid-level Golden Knight strength at a young age, making his future promising. Coupled with his handsome appearance and graceful demeanor, he had earned the nickname "Sun Knight," becoming an idol many knights aspired to surpass and the white knight in the hearts of countless women.

But now, this idol, this white knight, had been defeated, and he had lost so quickly and so... ungracefully!