The welcome banquet was arranged after dusk.
The eldest son of the King of Dawn, Deacon Moya, warmly received them in the palace hall.
It was the first time Yorko had attended such a high-standard banquet. The entire hall was illuminated by candles and oil lamps, and there were open skylights where the chandeliers hung on the dome of the hall. Countless flames were like stars in the sky, but it did not make people feel stuffy at all.
A long table made of white cloth was set up in the shape of a staircase, and various kinds of glassware were placed on it. The bright red wine reflected a ruby luster under the candlelight, and the hall was filled with silver mirrors and gold wares, which made the entire hall look magnificent. The level of luxury here was no less than that of the Graycastle Palace.
Of course, what attracted Yorko's attention the most were the noble women walking among the men.
Some of them were young and childish, while others were mature and plump. Whether their hair was coiled up or scattered on their shoulders, a strand of "colorful satin" that was different from the original color could be seen, as if it was a decoration buried in the hair tip. Recalling Denise's appearance, it seemed that this was also the popular style of the nobles in the Kingdom of Dawn.
In addition, most of them wore close-fitting satin, which shone brightly when they walked, showing off their curves perfectly. Unlike the robes popular in Graycastle, most of these clothes stopped at the knees and exposed their shoulders, as if they were deliberately seducing him.
Yorko cheered in his heart, thinking that he had made the right choice.
If the women in Graycastle were particular about being reserved and reserved, then here, they were unabashedly passionate.
Of course, most of their passion was for the handsome young men and the Knight, not the nobles who were not outstanding enough like him. However, this was not a problem for Yorko, who had never relied on his appearance to attract people.
"Welcome to the Kingdom of Dawn." A young man with a slightly pale face walked up to him, surrounded by a crowd of people. "I've read Roland Wimbledon's letter of introduction and documents. Does this mean that he now has the whole Graycastle?"
There was no doubt that this man was the host of the banquet, His Highness Appen Moya.
Yorko immediately put his hand on his chest and saluted. Since he represented the royal family of Graycastle, he did not need to kneel on one knee. While bowing his head, he was also secretly surprised. If the welcoming banquet was hosted by his eldest son, it could be said that the King was busy with government affairs and could not spare time. But it was a little unreasonable that His Majesty's letter was directly handed over to his eldest son. To put it more seriously, it could even be seen as a diplomatic breach.
He answered the other party's question first, then braced himself and asked, "I wonder if your father …"
"He's ill, very ill," sighed Appen. "That's why he can't entertain you himself."
"Very, very sorry to hear that."
"It doesn't matter … Everyone in the City of Glow already knows about it. One and a half months ago, he suddenly fainted at a banquet and hasn't recovered since. He can only stay awake for four to six hours a day and spends the rest of the time sleeping. "
One and a half months ago … That was almost the day when he set off from the king's city of Graycastle. Yorko comforted him. "Your Majesty, he'll get better gradually. Please don't worry too much."
"Thank you." The prince forced a smile. "Enjoy the banquet. I'll ask the ceremonial officer to prepare a place for you to stay later."
"Thank you." Just as the other party was about to leave, Yorko suddenly remembered his business and said hurriedly, "By the way, Your Highness, I wonder if you know about the alliance between the Kingdom of Dawn and Graycastle."
"I know about it, but my father can't deal with government affairs for the time being. Let's talk about it when he gets better."
After the group of people left, Yorko felt a little relieved.
It seemed that he was quite talented as an ambassador. Nothing went wrong during his first negotiation with the senior members of the royal family. It was a pity that he encountered a small accident on his primary task. But it was not a big deal. Anyway, he would live in the city for a long time. Moya IV could not be sick for several years in a row.
It was better to take advantage of this period to pay more attention to the beautiful woman in the hall.
"We meet again, Mr. Ambassador." While he was thinking, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
Yorko was startled. He turned around abruptly and found that it was Denise Payton, the merchant who had been with him all the way.
"Why are you here?"
"I told you, we'll meet again soon." She raised a glass of red wine and smiled. "Let's drink to our reunion."
Yorko hurriedly looked around, fearing that some nobleman was staring at him.
"Are you looking for my husband?" Denise raised her eyebrows. "Don't worry, he's not qualified to be here."
"You mean..."
"I'm the master of the Payton family, not him," Denise said bluntly. "The maids at home are enough for him to enjoy. If he wants to go out and try something new, he can't do it without my permission."
"I see..." Yorko was relieved. It seemed that Denise was the true heir of the Payton family. If a woman wanted to continue the family's practice, she would usually take in some fallen noblemen as her partners. Due to the great difference in status, it was natural that the man had to change his name.
"You should have told me earlier." He pretended to be relieved. "I don't want to ruin a pure love."
"Really?" Denise pouted. "When you reached out to me, it was no longer pure." She paused. "Do you have any other plans after the dinner?"
"Well, I don't think so." Yorko put his arm around her slender waist. "If you invite me."
"Then I know a good place."
"I'll leave it to you, my dear."
*
After the banquet, Otto pulled the eldest prince aside in confusion. "I don't understand, Your Highness. Even if His Majesty Moya is ill, you can agree to the covenant first. Why did you put it aside? It's your father's idea to form an alliance with Graycastle. The church is so aggressive. We shouldn't fight alone. "
"I heard that my father asked you to find Timothy Wimbledon instead of Roland Wimbledon?"
"Our alliance should be with the King of Graycastle. The message from the ambassador also proves this. His Majesty is the new king of the neighboring country."
Appen Moya nodded. "Thank you for the secret visit to Graycastle. But I have my own plans for the alliance. You don't have to worry about it anymore."
"Your Highness!"
"You don't understand," Appen interrupted. "I'm thinking about the Kingdom of Dawn."
"It's for the safety of the kingdom that we need someone to contain the church's attack!"
"I said, you don't have to worry about it anymore!"
Appen's voice rose involuntarily.
"Sorry, I was rude."
Seeing the eldest prince like this, he had to give up. As soon as he turned around, His Highness suddenly stopped him. "We're friends, right?"
"..." Otto was silent for a moment. "Yes, Andrea, Belinda, Oro, and I... are all your friends."
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