The servants were waiting outside the castle gate to greet the guests invited by the Knight Marshall. These guests were the nobles of Harvest City, which was 100 miles away. From this point of view, the Marshall Knight had a wide range of friends. Of course, this was inseparable from his family background.
The party was held in the main hall of the castle. Hundreds of huge smokeless candles lit up the entire hall. The red wine shipped from the capital of the duchy, Bagang City, and the fresh game hunted in the forest behind the castle attracted people's taste buds.
The sky was already dark, and the guests in the hall had all arrived. No one would be late for a party like this. Compared to the variety of leisure activities on Earth, the people of this world had very few activities at night. The poor couldn't afford to light expensive oil lamps at night, so they all went to bed early. The nobles' activities at night were just reading books. The nobles in the city had the opportunity to listen to operas, but those performances weren't every day.
The cost of hosting a party was very high. Most nobles could only host one or two parties like this in a year. They couldn't afford any more.
The Knight of Bennett, where Abel lived, had never hosted a party like this for as long as he could remember. He didn't know how the Marshall Knight was managing money. I should really let the Knight of Bennett learn how to manage money from the Marshall Knight, Abel thought.
Abel was the star of today's party, so he and the Marshall Knight rested on the second floor of the hall. When they arrived downstairs, Butler Lindsey in a black tuxedo shouted, "Please welcome the honorable Marshall Knight and young master Abel."
Everyone applauded. The Marshall Knight slowly walked down the stairs with Abel, nodding to the guests. When the Marshall Knight raised his glass, the atmosphere of the party reached its peak.
At tonight's party, Abel didn't know anyone other than the Marshall Knight. He wasn't even 13 years old yet, so no lady came to ask him to dance. Abel looked around. Occasionally, a guest would greet him, and he would politely return a greeting.
"Lucky black-haired boy."
"Yeah, what a lucky guy."
"How can I not have a share in such a good thing?"
"With your looks, you might as well choose me."
In a corner of the ball, a few young people were chatting and laughing. They didn't notice that someone was approaching Abel. When they saw Abel, they were embarrassed at first. Then a young man in a white suit stood up and bowed to Abel. He said apologetically, "Sorry, we didn't notice your arrival."
"You don't have to apologize. I'm the one who interrupted your conversation." Abel returned the evening salute with a calm expression.
Before he came to Harry Castle, Abel knew people would talk about this, but as a 40 years old man who had lived two lives, he didn't really care.
Abel's attitude seemed to have made a good impression on the young people. They pulled Abel to talk about some interesting things. For example, a certain knight had a new lover, a certain someone had hunted some prey, etc.
The young man in the white suit was Isaac, the eldest son of Baron Victor of Harvest City. He was very envious of Abel's good luck to be adopted by a fiefdom Knight who didn't have any children.
Isaac's father, Baron Viktor, was one of the many Knights in Harvest City. Although the Knights living in the city were rich, most of them were engaged in business activities. This was because in order to maintain the luxurious lifestyle of a noble, they needed a large amount of gold as a foundation.
Although merchants were inferior in the eyes of the nobles, in order to make a living, they could only do business that they looked down on to earn gold. As for a fiefdom lord, even a fiefdom Knight had a higher status than a baron without a fiefdom.
Without a fiefdom, there was no castle. You could only live in the city. No matter how big the house was, it was not as free as your own castle. The fiefdom's output could provide you with a continuous income to maintain your family's life, as well as the funds for the guards.
Abel could understand Isaac's jealousy. As long as he didn't have any bad intentions, Abel could tolerate it.
He gently took a sip of the red wine and listened to the few people's conversation. From time to time, he would add a few words to make people feel that he was not too cold, but also not too passionate.
At this moment, a malicious gaze swept over. Abel, who was already a rank 4 novice Knight, was caught by the malicious gaze. He secretly glanced over with the corner of his eyes, his hand still gently shaking his wine glass.
It was a young man. He was tall and handsome. His blonde hair was neatly combed, but his eyes were too long and narrow, making him look a little feminine.
Abel gently touched Isaac and asked in a low voice, "Who is that?" He said as he glanced at the young man.
"Him? His name is Daniel, a disgusting guy." Isaac turned his head to look at the young man and replied in disdain.
"What's the matter?" Abel asked curiously.
"He is the son of a merchant. His sister married Lord Walker of Harvest City. He also mixed into the noble circle, but he was still not satisfied." Isaac paused and looked up at Abel. He continued, "He heard that the Marshall Knight did not have any children, so he asked his sister to help him become the adopted son of the Marshall Knight. His sister had no choice but to ask Lord Walker to find the Marshall Knight. In the end, the Marshall Knight rejected him."
Isaac took a sip of wine, as if talking about Daniel's rejection made him feel much better. "This matter has spread among the noble circle. Do you know what everyone is saying?"
Seeing Abel's calm expression, Isaac continued, "Everyone said that Daniel did not know his place, and Lord Walker was very embarrassed because of this matter. Actually, Lord Walker did not think about it. Would the Marshall Knight accept a merchant's son as his successor? Even if he did, his family would not agree. "
Isaac's interest was greatly piqued when he talked about these gossips. He told Abel everything he knew in one breath, and also let Abel understand why Daniel hated him.
Abel could not stand these people's boring topics. The important things these young people talked about were all trivial gossip and gossip. He found a chance to say goodbye to them and went to the washroom.
When Daniel saw Abel going to the washroom, he also stood up and walked to the washroom.
Abel didn't go into the bathroom. Instead, he stood near the window of the bathroom and let the wind outside blow on his hot face. His twelve-year-old body felt a little tipsy after drinking a little red wine. He only felt a little better after the cold wind blew past.
Abel put the wine glass on the window sill and reminded himself that his body was still too young to drink wine. He used to know this when he was a fitness coach, but the atmosphere of the ball just now made him forget his age. After some self-reflection, he decided that he would not touch alcohol before he became an adult.
As the host of the ball today, it was very rude to leave the ball for a long time. Abel turned around and was about to go back to the hall when a figure bumped into him. Almost at the same time, Abel's body reacted. The powerful level four novice Knight's aura gushed out of his body. The figure that bumped into him did not shake him at all after colliding with his body, but was bounced back by his body's reaction force. That person flew three meters in the air and slid two meters on the ground before coming to a stop and lying motionless on the ground.
Someone happened to see this scene. They did not know that something had happened until that person was bounced back. Someone had already come over to check.
"It's Daniel." A knight stretched out his hand to turn the person who had fallen to the ground around, and said as he discovered something.
"Oh my god, my dear Daniel, what happened to you?" A young woman dressed in an aristocratic puffy skirt hurriedly ran over and cried out when she saw Daniel on the ground.
As the host of the ball, the Knight Marshall came to the scene and saw the situation on the ground. He asked Abel, "Abel, what happened?"
"I don't know. He bumped into me and ended up being sent flying." Abel opened his arms and made an innocent gesture.
The Knight Marshall looked at Daniel on the ground. He did not need to think too much to know what had happened. Abel had just arrived today and did not know many people. As the host of the ball today, he would definitely not teach a guest a lesson for no reason.
He still remembered this young man, Daniel. After he rejected this young man's rude request, he was ridiculed by his friends. It was only because of Lord Walker that he did not pursue the matter.
Today, Daniel actually attacked the heir of the castle at his ball. This was no ordinary action. As the heir of the castle, Abel had the status of a true noble. In this world, attacking a noble was a serious crime, not to mention attacking the heir of the castle in someone else's castle. No matter how one looked at it, this was an act of courting death.
The Knight Marshall ignored the woman who was still crying. He looked back at Lord Walker in the crowd and said in a deep voice, "You brought Daniel to my castle today to provoke Family Harry? Or are you preparing to have a duel of honor with me for our respective reputations? "
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