Hundreds of candles illuminated the dining hall of the Red Castle as bright as day.
When the Earl Of Avon and Shalia walked in, the butler Eamon immediately greeted them and led them to the long table in the center of the dining hall.
Although the Earl Of Avon's status was the most honorable, he was still a guest and could only sit on the left side of the main seat.
Shalia sat next to the Earl Of Avon.
On the main seat, there was a thin, hale and hearty old man.
The Earl Of Avon knew that this man was called Huysius Angelo, and he was the uncle of Count Angelo.
At this time, Count Angelo was not in the Red Castle. Although the real person in charge here was the butler Eamon, after all, his surname was not Angelo, so he could not sit on the main seat.
Therefore, Huysius, who had the highest seniority, became the nominal "master".
But Huysius obviously had not experienced such a "big scene" before. Facing an Earl of the Eastern Region and the daughter of a Paladin Prince, his words were a bit shaky.
This was the result of the family's lack of background. Except for Colin, there was no one in the Angele family who could hold the fort.
The Earl Of Avon did not seem to care about this. He had a warm smile on his face and skillfully used all kinds of communication skills to maintain the enthusiasm of the scene. At the same time, he did not seem to overshadow the host.
Gradually, Huysius also found that the honorable guest did not seem to be difficult to get along with, so he also relaxed.
"Earl, when Colin was in the Kingdom of Graycastle, his martial arts teacher was Baron Raymond. In addition, the Knight of Rego often taught Colin."
"I see." The Earl Of Avon thoughtfully nodded and then turned his eyes to the burly man opposite him who was eating the meat of a water lizard. "You are the Knight of Rego, right?"
Rego reluctantly put down the meat in his hand, bowed his head, and then said in a low voice, "Yes, Earl."
"When Count Angelo was learning martial arts from you, he must have shown great talent very early on, right?"
"Of course!" Without even thinking, Legg began to brag for Colin at the top of his voice. "The Count's talent in martial arts is extremely high. He finished learning all the skills I know in a few days. Now, I don't even dare to spar with the Count."
The Earl Of Avon smiled and questioned, "But I heard that Angele was stuck as an apprentice for three years."
Hearing this, Steward Eamon looked up and gave Count Elven a deep look.
Shalia also frowned slightly, as if she felt that her fiancé was being a little rude.
Legg didn't mind. He rubbed his big bald head, laughed, and answered mysteriously, "Actually, the Count has been hiding his strength all this time. His martial skills are not below mine!"
"I see." The Earl Of Avon looked seriously at the Knight of Rego and found that the other party was smiling at him honestly, as if he was not hiding anything.
The Earl Of Avon didn't ask further. Instead, he turned to Huesius and said, "Mr. Huesius, I have always had a question, but I don't know if I should ask."
Huesius' old face suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he said respectfully, "Earl, please ask. As long as I know, I will tell you the truth."
The Earl Of Avon took a sip of the red wine in his glass and then asked, "In the history of the Angele family, what was the rank of the strongest knight that appeared?"
"This …" Huesius hesitated for a moment. It was unknown whether he couldn't remember clearly or was unwilling to answer. His eyes drifted to Eamon.
Eamon coughed and said,
"Earl, the strongest knight recorded in the history of the Angele family was the fourth rank. However, the bloodline of the Angele family can be traced back to before the founding of the Radiant Empire. The historical records of that period have been lost. Therefore, no one knows what kind of powerful knights were born in the Angele family before that. "
"I see." The Earl Of Avon seemed to believe Eamon's words.
But just as he was about to ask more questions, Eamon beat him to it and spoke first.
"Lord Earl, I just received news from the Half-elf Kingdom. Would you like to hear it?"
The Earl Of Avon smiled and invited, "Of course, please go ahead."
A smile also appeared on Eamon's old-fashioned face, and he said, "Queen Aisha successfully gave birth to a baby girl."
"This is a joyous occasion!" Count Elven immediately raised his wine cup and said with a sincere smile.
Everyone also raised their glasses to celebrate this good news.
Putting down his glass, Eamon immediately continued, "However, during the period when Queen Aisha was giving birth, a rebellion broke out in Silvermoon City. Fortunately, it has been suppressed by the old master's army. "
"Haha, with Earl Angele, there is naturally no need to worry about a rebellion!" The Earl Of Avon said with a smile. It seemed like he had great confidence in Colin.
Eamon looked deeply at the Earl Of Avon and said, "The mastermind of the rebellion has also been arrested. Earl, do you know who this mastermind is? "
The smile on the Earl Of Avon's face disappeared and he sighed, "If I'm not wrong, it should be my brother, Marquis Vincent?"
Eamon nodded expressionlessly and didn't say anything else.
For a moment, the scene was silent and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.
The Earl Of Avon raised his glass and stood up. He said with a sincere attitude, "Everyone, I can assure you that I know nothing about the rebellion in Silvermoon City.
But please believe that Vincent alone cannot represent the House of Saint Prospero, nor can he represent the attitude of the Eastern Region.
I have good intentions towards the Angele family, towards the Northern Frontier, and towards the half-elven kingdom.
Since this regrettable matter has already happened, I can only express my sincerest apologies! "
After saying that, the Earl Of Avon drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. He then placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply to everyone present.
The current solemn atmosphere made Huysius somewhat at a loss. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something to ease the atmosphere, but under the deep gaze of Eamon, he immediately shut his mouth.
After expressing his apology, the Earl Of Avon turned his gaze to Eamon. Seeing that the other party didn't respond for a long time, he sighed again and said,
"If that's the case, then this unwelcome guest won't disturb you any further."
After saying that, he strode out in large strides.
Shalia also smiled apologetically. She stood up and was about to chase after him.
At this moment, Eamon finally spoke, "Miss Shalia, this matter has nothing to do with you. You are still a welcome guest in the Red Castle."
"I understand." Shalia nodded, but still chased after him.
After exiting the door, Shalia saw the Earl Of Avon waiting for her outside.
"I'm not welcome here. I'm afraid we have to leave." The Earl Of Avon said somewhat helplessly.
Shalia shook her head and said, "No, this place just doesn't welcome you. If you want to return to the Eastern Region, I won't go with you."
The Earl Of Avon frowned and said, "Shalia, since your father entrusted you to me, then I won't leave you alone …"
"No, I don't need to be entrusted to anyone." Shalia's tone was firm, "Moreover, from the beginning, your goal was Count Angele. Helping me find my father was just something you did along the way …"
The Earl Of Avon hurriedly explained, "Shalia, you misunderstood me …"
But Shalia immediately interrupted, "Evan, if you continue to argue, it will only make me look down on you. I know that in your heart, the Eastern Region will always be the first, and I will at most be the second.
I'm not blaming you, and I'm not forcing you to put me before the Eastern Region.
Now that your brother is in trouble in Silvermoon City, I know that your heart is no longer here. Since that's the case, then you should go do what you want to do.
Looking for my father, I can do it alone. "
The Earl Of Avon saw the alienation and indifference in his fiancée's eyes that he had never seen before. He couldn't help but start to panic, and hurriedly said, "Shalia, listen to me …"
But Shalia immediately turned around, only leaving the Earl Of Avon with a firm back and an indifferent sentence.
"Sorry, Evan, I have to go back. The banquet isn't over yet."
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