The banquet started at 7 pm.
However, at four o 'clock in the afternoon, the Wharton family's carriage appeared outside the Carrot Inn.
It was the well-dressed servant.
Under the watchful eyes of Old Hank, who had just sobered up, he walked upstairs.
204 was Kieran's room number.
The servant raised his hand and knocked on the door rhythmically.
Dok, Dok Dok.
"Is this Sir Corin?
I'm here to welcome you. "
The servant said respectfully.
"Very well, please wait a moment."
Kieran's voice came through the door. The servant of Horton House stood there with his hands down, waiting patiently. There wasn't any impatience on his face, he maintained his smile and calmness.
The temperament of a big family was on full display at this moment.
Three minutes later, Kieran pushed the door open.
"Good afternoon, Sir Corin."
The servant greeted respectfully.
"Hello."
Kieran nodded in response.
In his mind, he was still thinking about the message that Horlaika had just sent.
That Instigator had really exceeded his expectations.
Though, he didn't mind playing along with the Instigator.
Silent Night Secret Order had been plotting in Aïtantin Castle for too long, their influence was too deep. If he didn't mess things up, he wouldn't even have a chance, let alone finding the key to Broker's plot.
"Sir, can we go now?"
The servant asked.
"Of course."
Kieran nodded and the servant led the way.
When they reached the first floor, Old Hank waved at the bar counter.
"I'm not closing tonight, Little Hank will be here."
Old Hank said with a smile.
It had to be said that the previous drinking session with Borl had made them more familiar with each other.
Kieran nodded and replied.
He continued to follow behind the attendant and walked out of the Carrot Inn. Then, he saw a black horse carriage.
The black color was painted, not the color of the wood.
The car window was made of glass, and there was a white silk curtain.
The carriage was a large four-wheeled carriage with the coachman sitting at the front. There were kerosene lamps hanging on both sides of the carriage. It was afternoon, so the lamps were not lit.
Kieran glanced at the coachman. The coachman's body was strong and burly, and his hands were long and slender. The hand that held the reins had thick calluses between his thumb and index finger. Clearly, he was an expert swordsman.
He looked down and saw that there was no doubt a weapon in the box-like chair he was sitting on.
Then, Kieran looked at the carriage.
Although there were silk curtains, the person inside had no intention of hiding. The next moment, he lifted the curtains.
Kurt Walton!
After changing out of his uniform, the young man in the Knight uniform did not wait for the attendant. He pushed open the car door and made an inviting gesture to Kieran.
"Welcome, my most distinguished guest tonight."
As Kieran boarded the carriage, the young noble said.
Then, the attendant sat beside the coachman. As the coachman shook the reins, the carriage started to move again.
At the same time, the young noble took out a bag of sweets.
"It's from Snowy Owl Candy House.
It's made from cocoa beans. It's a little bitter at first, but it tastes good later on. "
The young noble passed the sweets to Kieran.
"Thank you."
Kieran did not reject, he accepted the sweets and thanked the young noble.
Looking at Kieran's cold face turning soft, Kurt Walton slightly heaved a breath of relief in his heart and showed a smile on his face.
Kieran's kind reminder from before made the young noble notice that Kieran was different.
Because of that, he invited Kieran to the banquet tonight.
Of course, it was also to repay Kieran for saving his life.
A simple 'thank you' wasn't enough to repay Kieran.
However, looking at Kieran's expression at the moment, it allowed him to confirm Kieran's love for food. The young noble was in a good mood.
When he saw Kieran open the package and eat a piece of Snowy Owl Candy House's new product, he asked eagerly.
"How's the taste?"
"The bitterness is moderate, the sweetness is just right, not bad."
Kieran gave a fair comment.
The same comment as himself!
The answer made the young noble's eyes shine. Then, he took out all sorts of sweets and pastries from the food box in the carriage and shared them with Kieran.
There were soft candies and hard candies.
There were milk pudding and Qi Feng cake.
The cheesecake made Kieran express how delicious it was.
Other than being asked about his feelings after eating from time to time, Kieran really thought it was a decent afternoon.
Likewise, Kurt Walton thought so too.
He never thought there would be someone who loved food as much as he did.
In the past, when he recommended food to his peers, they would always reject him.
"As a Knight, you shouldn't be blinded by the desire for food!"
"A strong heart needs restraint!"
"Sweetness is far less than bitterness!"
Line after line of similar reasons troubled Kuer Horton, who wanted to share with Kieran.
Bitter training.
He didn't mind.
Sparring.
He didn't mind either.
Actual combat.
He was happy to do it.
Then why couldn't he eat better in life?
Life was already so bitter, couldn't he have some sweetness?
With such a question in mind, the young noble went through the heaviest training every day.
Then …
He quietly ate his food.
Especially sweets.
After training, he would take a few bites. It was really a joy.
Therefore, when he met Kieran, who was powerful and loved food, the young noble was happy from the bottom of his heart.
Kieran's appearance was enough to prove that people who loved food could also become powerful and wouldn't be a burden. Otherwise, how could Kieran be so powerful at such a young age?
As if he found the best excuse to refute his peers, Kurt Walton couldn't help but want to celebrate for himself.
How should he celebrate?
Eat a piece of strawberry cream cake.
Kuer Horton picked up a piece of strawberry cake covered in cream and took a small bite at the tip. When the tip of his tongue touched the delicious taste, the young noble opened his mouth wide and threw the rest of the cake into his mouth. He couldn't help but squint his eyes at the delicious taste of the cake. He leaned against the cushion on the chair and let out a satisfied hum through his nose.
But then he thought that it didn't match his identity and was a little rude.
Immediately, the young noble sat up straight.
He glanced at Kieran. When he realized Kieran was completely immersed in the food and didn't notice him, the young noble couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
Then, he was attracted by Kieran's focus on the food and salivated uncontrollably.
When his mouth was filled with saliva, the young noble couldn't hold it in anymore.
Today was a day worth celebrating!
I'll eat another piece!
No, two pieces!
Two pieces of strawberry cream cake was enough to show the true meaning of celebration!
Kurt Walton reached out his hands and picked up two pieces of strawberry cream cake from each side. He opened his mouth and took a bite. Satisfaction started to spread on his face.
Instantly, the hard lines on his face became soft and soft.
Especially his eyes that were as sharp as an eagle's, they became like a pool of autumn water.
The aquiline nose that was similar to his temperament became extremely abrupt.
But the two people present didn't care about it.
Kuer Horton was completely immersed in the delicious food, unable to extricate himself.
Kieran?
His gaze landed on Kuer Horton, who had taken out some barbecued meat from a hidden food box.
It wasn't a cooled roast meat.
It was the kind of steaming roast meat, as if it was just taken off the charcoal. The hidden food box didn't have any charcoal.
Secret spells?
Kieran thought.
"That is a witchcraft spell that I asked a wizard to set up.
Inside the food box, the freshness and temperature of the food can be maintained to the maximum.
Even after a week, it will still taste the same as when it was just roasted. "
After seeing Kieran's dubious gaze at the food box, Kuer Horton took the initiative to explain. While explaining, the noble took out black pepper and other condiments as well as a knife and fork from one of the food boxes.
He spun the spices and sprinkled the black pepper evenly on the roast meat.
Kurt Walton eagerly picked up a piece of meat with his fork and copied Kieran, putting it in his mouth without even cutting it.
He wasn't used to it at first.
However, when the roasted meat completely filled his mouth, the unusual refreshing feeling of chewing made the young noble's eyes shine. He couldn't help but take out another portion of roasted meat from a hidden food box.
It was different from the big piece of meat he cut from the cow leg.
This time, it was a whole lamb leg.
Fortunately, there were two roasted lamb legs.
Kieran raised his hand and grabbed one.
Kurt Walton copied Kieran's actions and grabbed one as well.
Although it didn't conform to the noble dining etiquette.
But at that moment, Kurt Walton couldn't care less.
From candy, desserts, cakes, to barbecue, in just over half an hour, Kool Horton felt like he had been reborn.
Unfortunately, when Kieran swallowed the last piece of bone, the young noble came back to his senses.
"W-What did I do?
How did I finish a week's worth of food?
Tomorrow, the day after and the days after that, what should I do?
Am I going to live like a monk for a week? "
An aura of despair appeared on the young noble's body.
"What's wrong?"
Kieran asked.
Kieran's impression of Kurt Walton improved a little since he was willing to share food with him.
If it wasn't anything serious, he would be happy to help.
"This is my week's worth of food.
"The food made by the military camp I was in was very nutritious, but … it tasted terrible."
"What's worse is that the military camp I'm in is semi-enclosed."
Other than the weekly holidays, I am not allowed to leave. "
Kurt Walton explained.
"So, you need to fill the hidden compartments with food?
The dinner is at 7, it's only 5 now, we have enough time to place an order and when you send me off, you can go to these restaurants and get the food. "
"Although you invited the chefs from Snow Owl Candy House, Elk Pastry Shop and Gray Bear Restaurant, Aïtantin Castle is a big place, I'm sure there are chefs of similar level, right?"
Kieran suggested a solution.
"Is this … okay?
Corin, you don't mind? "
Kurt Walton was hesitant.
From the young noble's point of view, it was another violation of his noble etiquette.
Bringing the invited guest to buy food.
If others knew about it, it would be extremely embarrassing.
"Of course not.
I'm eager to know more restaurants in Aïtantin that are recognized by you. "
Kieran said with a kind smile.
His smile had a sense of anticipation.
Although the young noble's strength was average, his tongue was not bad, so the restaurants he recognized must be good.
Kieran had decided that after Kieran led the way, he would purposely pick a period of time every day to taste the food.
Looking at the sincere smile on Kieran's face.
Kurt Walton immediately tapped the window and told the wagoner to change the route.
"Corin, do you know?
The gastronomic district of Aïtantin Castle is all in the Central Third Ring's commercial district. Of course, I don't mean to belittle the commoners in the Lower Seventh Ring, they have great food there as well.
Too bad, we don't have enough time today. "
Kurt Walton started to explain to Kieran which parts of the commercial district were worth visiting.
At this moment, Kool Horton had already pulled open the silk curtains due to his sweat from eating. He had also opened a small gap in the window. A cool breeze blew in at this moment. It was refreshing and also dispelled the smell of food in the carriage.
Kieran was listening to Kurt Walton's explanation while sizing up the commercial district.
It was different from the common people's attention towards the scenery and liveliness.
Kieran unconsciously looked at every corner and shadow.
Then …
He saw Edersen.
Edersen, who had gone through a rather sophisticated disguise and was squatting in the corner like a lazy merchant worker, was instantly alerted by Kieran's gaze. He didn't turn his head directly, instead, he used the corner of his eyes to scan the surroundings.
When he saw the wagon passing by on the main road, Edersen was stunned.
Why was the Snake school here?
And …
What's with the smell of candy, pastries, cakes, and roasted meat coming from the carriage?
Gulp, Gulp.
The once crazy Demon Hunter couldn't help but curl up his body again when he smelled the aroma.
He was really hungry.
He hadn't even had a bite of normal food during his decades in prison.
Most of the time, he was starving.
Now that he had woken up, he returned to the vicinity of the prison for revenge.
One could imagine how attractive food was to Edersen.
But he had to endure it.
He couldn't let his guard down.
But …
Hunger would affect his stamina.
'Should I go to the market behind and buy some biscuits?'
The thought appeared in Edersen's mind.
Then, he couldn't hold it anymore.
Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly noticed a figure was approaching him in a careful and cautious manner.
Edersen immediately held his dagger in high alert.
But at the next moment, his nose couldn't help but twitch a few times.
The figure reeked of fried chicken.
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