The night of the tournament was destined to be a night of revelry.
Hundreds of bonfires were set up by the Crystal River. Skinned cattle and sheep were slowly rotating on the barbecue rack. Drops of grease splashed into the bonfire, causing clusters of flames to jump up. Spices and salt were applied, and an alluring aroma instantly filled the surrounding air.
Long tables were set up around the bonfires, and vegetables, fruits, and bread were piled on top of them.
Tens of thousands of half-elves sat around the bonfires, enjoying the free food and wine provided by Queen Aisha while discussing the events that happened during the day.
Some were sighing for Karl Miller, some were cursing the half-elven traitor Omar, saying that he deserved it, and some were arguing about who the champion of the tournament would be …
But no one was talking about Ensfa Lute.
This former Duke Lute's performance in killing Knight Omar in the Martial Arts Competition today was very satisfying, but it made the half-elves shiver when they thought about it.
That kind of indifference to the lives of others, and even to their own, was no different from the devil.
The current lively atmosphere was not suitable for talking about such creepy things. They should eat roasted meat, drink wine, and enjoy the happy time of the Hunting Festival.
The half-elven nobles would of course not crowd with the commoners at the picnic. Their own banquet was held in the Half-Elven Palace.
Hundreds of fish oil candles lit up the elegant and gorgeous banquet hall as bright as day. Hundreds of half-elven nobles and guests gathered in the hall, quietly waiting for the banquet to begin.
The wine and food had been prepared, and the enticing aroma floated in the air. But the nobles and guests present stood with their hands by their sides, looking at the center of the hall.
There, Queen Aisha was wearing a gorgeous palace dress, revealing her white jade-like right shoulder and a pair of well-proportioned and moist arms. A purple belt accentuated her slender waist, and she did not look like a mother who had just given birth.
Her green hair was woven into a complicated and gorgeous style, decorated with sparkling diamonds and silver hairpins. Under the illumination of the candlelight, it emitted an enchanting glow.
At this moment, she was holding a knight's sword, resting it on the shoulder of Knight Joseph, who was half-kneeling in front of her.
"Joseph Pallone, are you willing to pledge your loyalty to me?"
Knight Joseph, the runner-up of the tournament, could no longer maintain his calm demeanor. He raised his head and looked at the dazzling Queen Aisha.
"I, Josef Paron, offer my unparalleled loyalty to the great Bloodstained Thorn, Her Majesty Aisha Miller!
As long as I live, your will will be my goal, and your instructions will be my belief!
I swear in the name of the ancestors of the Paron family that I will be loyal to you forever! "
The Peron family wasn't a prominent family in the half-elf kingdom. They had even fallen to the point where they had lost their noble title.
However, the illegitimate son of such a fallen family, Joseph Pallone, actually became the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament.
The half-elf nobles watching the ceremony were extremely envious of Joseph's good luck. They believed that if the real champion, Knight Karl Miller, had not died tragically at the hands of Knight Omar, Joseph would not have been able to enjoy such glory.
However, only a few people knew that Joseph's strength was not below Karl Miller's.
Looking at this scene, Colin suddenly thought that if Joseph had not chosen to give the championship to Karl Miller at the last moment, perhaps the one who died at the hands of Knight Omar would have been himself.
It seemed that this Knight Joseph was really "a good person will be rewarded".
"I, the ruler of the half-elf kingdom, Aisha Miller, in the name of the Queen, confer Joseph Pallone the title of Viscounts of the half-elf kingdom. From today onwards, the Pallone family will be the hereditary Viscounts of the half-elf kingdom."
After saying this, Queen Aisha returned the sword to Viscounts Pallone. At the same time, she took out a seal from a tray held by a servant and said:
"Viscounts Joseph Pallone, in the name of the half-elf queen, I appoint you as the Commander of the Silvermoon Guard. I hope that you will shoulder the responsibility of protecting the half-elf kingdom under the gaze of the Supreme Lord!"
This appointment was out of everyone's expectations. They never thought that the half-elf queen would give such an important position as the Commander of the Silvermoon Guard to a person of low birth who had just stepped into the circle of half-elf nobles.
In comparison, even the queen directly skipping the title of Baron and conferring the title of Viscounts to Joseph Pallone did not seem so abrupt.
Josef Pallone didn't expect that Queen Elsa would hand over such a heavy responsibility to him. While he was shocked, he seemed to have understood something. A determined look appeared on his bronze face, and he said in a deep voice, "That's right.
"I, Joseph Pallone, swear in this sacred place under the gaze of the Supreme Lord. From today onwards, until my death, I will use my glory, my life, and my everything to protect the half-elf kingdom!"
At this moment, some of the smarter half-elf nobles finally understood why Queen Aisha chose a knight with no background to be the Commander of the Silvermoon Guard.
Without a doubt, a dazzling star was rising in the half-elf kingdom at an astonishing speed.
With the rise of the Viscounts Pallone, the situation in the half-elf kingdom would change drastically.
The rise of a new force would cause the decline of the old forces.
Also, this was the will of Queen Aisha and Count Angele, and no one could stop it.
After realizing this, many of the half-elf nobles present became nervous. Even if Queen Aisha officially announced the start of the banquet, they would not be able to regain their happy mood.
Queen Aisha obviously did not care about the worries of the old nobles. After experiencing two rebellions and purges, it was time for the Silvermoon City to have some new faces.
"… The Silvermoon Guard is currently reducing the number of troops. We need to eliminate the old and weak so that we can get some new blood. You have just taken over, so don't be anxious. First, familiarize yourself with the situation and get to know the generals in the army. As for the future development of the Silvermoon Guard, I will tell you later … "
Queen Aisha briefly explained the relevant matters of the Silvermoon Guard to the Viscounts Pallone. Then, she walked elegantly to Colin's side and grabbed his arm.
The Viscounts Pallone, who was talking to Colin, paused for a moment, but he immediately looked away and pretended not to see it.
He continued, "Your Majesty, Count Angele, I reported your intentions to the Duke of Saint Prospero when I returned last time. After some consideration, the Duke has decided to agree to your plan of using the warships to redeem Marquis Vincent. However, the number and tonnage of the warships still need to be further discussed. "
Colin looked at the Viscounts Pallone with a smile on his face and said casually, "Alright.
"Alright, since that's the case, let's discuss it slowly."
The Viscounts Pallone still wanted to speak, but Colin had already turned his head to whisper to Queen Aisha. At the same time, the two of them turned around hand in hand intimately, as if they did not intend to talk to the Viscounts Pallone anymore.
The Viscounts Pallone had no choice but to shut his mouth again. The other party's disregard made him furious, but he did not dare to flare up.
This trip to Silvermoon City did not go as smoothly as he had expected. However, the Viscounts Pallone was not too anxious. According to the instructions of the Duke of Saint Prospero, he still had plenty of time.
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