Chapter 178
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An aristocratic carriage drove into Yard town and passed by the front of the town's households. Such a grand scene surprised the townspeople. Ever since the Ryan family moved here and became their lord, they had never seen so many nobles come to visit them.
The carriages stopped in front of the Ryan Castle.
Old Fulin's butler personally stood at the door to greet the guests.
Dean had come early in the afternoon to discuss matters with old patriarch Fulin. At the moment, both of them were standing in front of the window on the second floor of the castle. They were looking at the brightly lit manor. The carriages had flags of their respective families. Old patriarch Fulin introduced the origin and background of each carriage to Dean. Dean benefited a lot from this.
"Almost everyone has arrived. Let's go down to entertain the guests. We can't be too rude as the host." Old Fulin said to Dudian.
Dudian nodded.
Both of them went downstairs and entered the decorated hall. Originally there were only four oil lamps in the hall, but now there were more than a dozen. It was as if it was daytime. Nobles dressed in bright clothes with extraordinary temperaments were chatting with their wives and children in the hall while enjoying snacks and fine wine.
The aristocrats who were chatting enthusiastically turned their eyes to them as Dudian and old patriarch went downstairs. It was obvious that they had been paying attention to them for a long time.
"Oh, Old Fulin, I haven't seen you for a few years but you still look so energetic!" A middle-aged aristocrat who was standing next to the stairs saw Old Fulin coming downstairs. He immediately raised his glass and smiled.
Dudian glanced at him. Old Fulin had told him that the middle-aged man was from the Niken family of the neighboring towns. They were also a declining small aristocratic family. Moreover, they were different from the Ryan family. Niken family had been a small aristocratic family from the beginning to the end. They had been struggling to survive until now.
Old Fulin gently smiled: "You're overpraising me. Are you used to drinking wine?"
"If I had known that you have such good wine here, I would have come over earlier." The middle-aged man laughed.
Old Fulin smiled: "You are welcome at any time in the future."
At this time, other nobles also came to greet Old Fulin. There were a total of eight aristocratic families. Most of the patriarchs had come in person. Only two families had sent their children to congratulate Old Fulin because their patriarchs were too old. Old Fulin was the same generation as them.
"As the old saying goes, a thin tiger is stronger than a wolf." A graceful lady said with a smile: "The Ryan family must want to make a big movement by establishing a consortium, right?"
The others looked at Old Fulin with a smile.
Old Fulin chuckled: "Since we are establishing a consortium, we naturally want to make a lot of money. Don't you want to?"
"Oh?" The middle-aged man from the Nikon family asked with interest: "So, old patriarch, you have a good source of income?"
Old Fulin smiled: "Let's talk about this later. The party is about to begin. Let's listen to the music first. I have specially invited the master of St. Peter's Music College to come and play."
Seeing him change the topic, the others didn't continue to ask. They followed Old Fulin into the hall. They came to the seats in front of the music stage.
"Who is this?" Another fat middle-aged man asked as he looked at Dean who was inseparable from Old Fulin.
Old Fulin smiled: "This is our consortium's hunter, Mr. Dean."
"Hunter?" The nobles who were sitting next to Old Fulin changed their faces. They subconsciously moved away from Dudian, but soon realized that it was rude. Moreover, it was useless. So they restored their original position. The fat middle-aged man squeezed out a smile: "I didn't expect that your consortium would be able to attract hunters so quickly. It's really a fierce momentum … Haha …"
Dean noticed the fear in the eyes of the nobles. But he looked calm. He knew from Old Fulin that the existence of hunters was extremely popular and hated by the nobles. They loved hunters because they could bring wealth. But they hated hunters because they were easily angered and dangerous. There were many cases in history where hunters were out of control and killed the nobles on the spot.
Although the hunters were executed by the magistrate, but the dead nobles wouldn't be resurrected. So most of the nobles didn't want to get too close to hunters. Even if they needed to pass orders, they would often use letters. Occasionally they needed to talk face to face. They would secretly arrange knights to protect them so that they could be on guard against such a dangerous item.
In the eyes of most of the nobles, they didn't see hunters as the same kind as the monsters outside the giant wall.
The others knew Dean's identity, so they were a bit restrained.
Dean felt familiar as he saw their smiles. He remembered the time when he attended the Mellon consortium's aristocratic party. He saw Glenn and a senior hunter from another consortium enter the hall. The nobles took the initiative to greet them. He was too young at that time so he didn't notice the hidden fear in their smiles. But now he clearly felt it.
"The concert is about to begin." Old Fulin smiled.
Dean looked at Old Fulin and saw the smile on his wrinkled face. He calmed down and quietly looked up to enjoy the music concert on the stage.
There were more than 20 people in this music concert. The conductor of the concert understood Old Fulin's intention and slowly raised the baton in his hand. The music notes floated out and surrounded the hall. It was refreshing. Old Fulin's children who were sitting at the back of the hall and the nobles' children were leisurely intoxicated by the music.
Suddenly, the door of the hall was pushed open. A group of figures entered the hall. One of them sneered: "Old patriarch Fulin is so impatient. The banquet hasn't started yet?"
The flowing music came to an abrupt end.
The seemingly peaceful atmosphere in the hall suddenly solidified.
Everyone looked back and their faces slightly changed. The fat middle-aged man sitting next to Dean whispered: "Mel family? Milan family? How come they are here? "
Dean recognized the identity of the person who came. It was a slim and elegant girl. Her cheeks were extremely beautiful, like a dream. Her clothes were exquisitely tailored and had a noble temperament. There was a young man standing next to her. He was wearing a gorgeous platinum costume. His posture was straight like a knight. He had an aristocratic fencing sword on his waist.
Behind the two of them were five or six knights and two attendants.
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