At night, the mansion of the Elk Family was brightly lit. When Pérot, who held the invitation, was ushered into the hall by the attendants, the birthday banquet for Aurelia, the third daughter of the Elk Family, had just begun.
Those who were able to participate in the banquet were all nobles of Longsong Stronghold with a considerable family background and prestige. The Earl also attached great importance to this birthday banquet, which could be seen from the wool carpet that was spread all over the hall and the uniform uniform of the attendants who were wearing black with gold edging. After all, Aurelia had just turned 16 years old and was at the age to talk about marriage.
String music sounded, and attendants walked through the crowd with wine and wine glasses. Several round tables in the hall were filled with steaming hot cooked food. The protagonist, Aurelia, was dressed like a canary and was surrounded by a group of sisters in a corner of the hall. They seemed to be chatting happily.
This was the most popular banquet style in King's City. "The previous banquets in the Western Region were not like this," thought Pérot. Usually, people sat around a long wooden table and waited for the chef to serve the dishes. The dishes served were large bowls of pork and whole chicken, buttered bread, double-fried eggs, and large plates of lettuce.
But for Pérot, who had also stayed in King's City for several years, this birthday banquet was just a imitation.
For example, the wine glasses in the hands of the attendants were all colored glasses, not transparent and clean glasses. After pouring wine into the glasses, they could not bring out the wine's own mellow color. The round table should be covered with white cloth instead of exposing the greasy surface. As for the cooked food, it still maintained the traditional style of the Western Region — big and thick. Pérot shook his head. At least let the chef cut it into small pieces before serving it.
According to the usual practice, he had already filled his stomach at home before coming to the banquet, so he would not cut these large pieces of cooked meat at this time. The invitees to the banquet all represented the faces of their families, and it would really damage their image if they ate here with their mouths glistening with grease. Pérot did not want to be treated as a joke in the mouths of the young ladies.
"Long time no see, buddy." Suddenly, someone hooked his neck from behind. "I heard that you were appointed as an envoy by the Lord again? How was the ore harvest in Border Town? You must have taken a lot from there. "
This familiar voice belonged to Rennes Medde, the second son of the Elk Family, a fool who only wanted to become a famous Knight and didn't even care about his territory. Of course, he was also his friend. "Not bad." Pérot didn't want to talk about his experience in Border Town. "Did you have any use in Coldwind Ridge this time? Or did you just stay in Hermes' tavern and shiver?"
"Damn it." Rennes pushed Pérot. "I've never heard you say anything nice. This time, I didn't even go to the New Holy City. The day before the border guards set off, I caught a cold and was bedridden for a whole week. "
"Not bad. You've improved a little compared to last time. At least you've saved the guards a lot of trouble."
"You're wrong this time." Rennes suddenly smiled mysteriously. "If I hadn't been bedridden for a week in Coldwind Ridge, I'm afraid I would have been lying on the cold walls of the Holy City forever."
"What do you mean?" Pérot raised his eyebrows.
"I also heard it from others." The second son of the Elk Family whispered in Roland's ear. "The New Holy City almost fell and the demonic beasts rushed into the inner city. If the Church hadn't sent their strongest warriors, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to protect the Holy City Cathedral. However, the armies of the Four Kingdoms suffered heavy losses. Only a few people from Coldwind Ridge came back. In just one month, the whole city was full of widows. Those who don't usually have savings … "He blinked and stretched out two fingers." Two silver royals is enough. Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't do anything. "
"Are you sure this news is true? What about the border guards? "
"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes. The Lord fell ill the same day he received the news." Rennes shrugged. "As for the guards … what else can we do? We can only slowly recruit them. Right now, the Northern Region is in urgent need of experienced warriors. If my family didn't call me back, I could at least lead a cavalry team. "
This is not the point, Pérot thought. The main defense of the border guards in Coldwind Ridge was the Church's Army of Judges. Now the generals and warriors of the Four Kingdoms were buried in Hermes. No matter how you look at it, it smells like a conspiracy. If they were plotting something, the North of Graycastle was now like a naked woman. "What about the Army of Judges? What are their losses?"
"Not much better than the armies of the Four Kingdoms. If you think about it, they are always the fanatics who rush to the front. Then again, if the Army of Judges doesn't go to the front, the troops of the other countries will certainly not move. "He said disdainfully." Those Knight's are all like this. They talk about honor, but when it comes to fighting against the demonic beasts, they like to hide in the back. "
"For example, the one in front of me." Pérot smiled. Maybe I'm thinking too much. But even if the Church wants to attack the North, it has nothing to do with Longsong Stronghold. Let the new King worry about this.
"Unfortunately, no one has accepted my allegiance, or rather, I haven't found anyone who is qualified." Rennes paused and looked towards the door. "The people of the Wolf Family are coming. I'll go greet them first. I'll come back later to find you."
"Go, don't come back."
"By the way," Roland had only walked two steps when he turned back. "Did you notice the handkerchief in the invitation?"
"Did you put it there?"
"Oh, I'll only give you a pair of socks that have been worn for two days." He shook his finger. "My sister cut them herself. Although the age gap between you is a bit big, but as long as you have the intention, I will certainly support you both. Don't delay it anymore, my friend. You are already twenty-two years old. "
Pérot gave him a supercilious look. The latter whistled and walked away with a smile.
Taking a glass of wine from the waiter's plate, Pérot walked alone to the corner, quietly looking at the lively hall. He noticed that while Aurelia was chatting happily with her sisters, she would steal glances at him from time to time. Just a moment ago, when their eyes met, he could see the other's quickly moving line of sight and her cheeks showing a touch of embarrassment.
Pérot returned a polite smile. But in his eyes, the other was just a little girl.
Suddenly, a fierce discussion broke out on the side of the hall, attracting everyone's attention.
"What! He really dared to say that? "
"Yes, that coward Cornelius, he didn't even dare to fart and came back with his tail between his legs." The man with the loudest voice said, "He's simply a disgrace to Longsong Stronghold!"
Pérot knew him. He seemed to be called Simon Airy, a branch of the Wolf Family. He had married a rather beautiful woman. He had also seen that woman, and she was indeed charming.
"You speak as if you have a way to solve it." Someone sneered.
"I may not be able to do it alone, but if His Excellency the Duke pays attention to this absurd matter, I don't believe that Roland Wimbledon would dare to act so recklessly!"
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