A few minutes before the bell rang at midnight, David and Xie Shangjun formally met and talked according to the Hebrew proposal.

In a corner of the grand ballroom, the two of them, who were glancing at the guests and hosts from time to time, and some of his vassals, who were waiting for David Duran to make a midnight greeting, gradually gathered together. There is no doubt that most of them were absolute nobles of the Acropolis-not to mention the status of David Duran's vassals, they were also indisputably great nobles. and the other three or five were also quite powerful secular monarchs. These great nobles, the great kings, were loosely gathered in an irregular circle, elegantly shaking the red wine in their hands or smoking their pipes. Unhurriedly talking about the latest gossip.

"The chief attendant has definitively rejected Emperor Ogra's envoys, and just yesterday evening, it is said that his phrase 'never consider' was the original words of the induction, and we may have to watch the huge Ogra disintegrate or fall to another house, such as the new Ranger who has recently risen.

"Yes, it was shocking, I was stunned when the news came, it was too hasty! It was too hasty! Even if I waited and waited for a while before making a decision, I thought I would have to spend the whole night confessing tonight to atone for my sins, and I really shouldn't have criticized my master like this."

"It is undeniable that our master is indeed a young man who has just come of age, and no matter how wise and wise he may be, and indeed it is, there seems nothing wrong with such a comment as impulsiveness and haste and little to do more in a young man of this age, and even a kind of admiration and envy, which is as meaningful as that of us old men?"

"You're going to quote that proverb about the sun at ** o'clock again." The old gentlemen laughed, "Maybe we should find a way to restrain the nouveau riche from going down.It's better for a superpower to collapse than to fall into someone else's hands.The view of the giant when it falls seems to be good.The head and torso are torn apart, and the limbs are scattered everywhere.From the brains to the intestines, all that flows out are gold and gems, from the lions and tigers at the top, to the scavenging vultures, hyenas, and then to the insects at the bottom.Every link of the food chain can usher in a gluttonous feast, and the ecosystem will be more prosperous and healthy. I think maybe our hosts will change their minds."

"My tongue is already producing saliva to taste the big dishes made with the Ogra Academy of Sciences." A monarch said truthfully.

His country is in the crowded galactic inner region, territory and resources, no matter whether Ogra disintegrates into thousands of countries or tens of thousands of countries, no matter how long his hand stretches out, he can't reach it. Surely the dross that slipped through his fingers would fall into his mouth - as long as his master was willing to reach out, of course.

He looked at another big nobleman next to him with admiration, the star field controlled by the high-level superpower family of the Acropolis was already close to the outer realm, and happened to be very close to the border of Ogra. His family's power will swell with the master's deeds, and the benefits will be even greater than taking over Ogra in its entirety.

"You're in luck, Lord Lu Besson." He said.

His Excellency Lu Besson's eyes flashed with ambition, and he smiled proudly: "The hope of such a respectable Majesty Seiffert XI has been completely disappointed.

"Don't be too happy, maybe you can make it happen." Wesson-Brick sneered and poured cold water: "You also know that the master has been interested in some remote and barren star fields recently, and he even met with the king of a small country."

The fire in Lu Besson's eyes was extinguished instantly, and then he rose up fiercely, bit his lip and said slowly: "That country is in the star field called Lacamon, so remote that you can't find it for two hours lying on the newly published galactic geographic hologram."

"It's a barren place, and the master wouldn't be interested in such a ghost place that doesn't even have a branch of the subspace route—I hope not!" said the old gentleman, "Speaking of which, it's really strange that such a barbarian chief can muster up the courage to meet our master and really let him see him."

So someone asked, "Do you know more, Lord Brick?"

"More? Do you think I'm mad or dead? Heaven and earth conscience, how dare I send someone to watch my master's tip? I swear I know as much as you do." Mr. Brick Family Patriarch smacked his lips and said, "It's nothing more than that Miss Gu Hanhan who is the matchmaker -- the master accompanies her out alone, and she takes the opportunity of talking about love to introduce the chief who bribed her with a lot of money to the master.

The old gentleman all smiled knowingly, but no one smiled in the depths of their eyes

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"Look, that Earl Claxton." A sharp-eyed king suddenly pointed into the distance and said.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and found the ballroom in the eye-catching position, where the Earl of Clairstone was proudly maneuvering among the nobles of the Acropolis, very popular with the ladies.

"Hail!" snorted disdainfully the patriarch of the Brandon family.

"It's such a hailstone who has not washed his trouser legs, and our master has seen him three times in less than a month, and each time in his private residence." His Excellency, the patriarch of the Brico family, said in a slightly sleeved tone: "This is an honor that even us great nobles do not have, and we will probably soon officially salute and become our peers."

"He was also introduced to our master by the mistress." Lu Besson said with a gloomy face, "It is said that the healer of the Earl of Cllaston is a good friend of her."

Then someone muttered in a whisper: "Our master has such a mistress, and it may not be long before there will be hail men with mud legs and barbarian chieftains everywhere here......"

All the great nobles silently recited in their hearts: a lowly mistress from the countryside who has not been trained by any famous Acropolis family......

They exchanged glances with each other and quickly came to a consensus.

"Gentlemen, what are you talking about?"

The nobles and the kings turned their heads together to find Philip's father, Lord Theodore, walking towards him with a wine glass.

"We're talking about Earl Claxton," said Brick, smiling, "and your son and Mr. Earl seem to have a good conversation."

Theodore turned his head to see that Philip was talking and laughing with the despicable Earl in the middle of a group of noble ladies and ladies, and suddenly his forehead was bruised, and he rushed over as soon as he threw his wine glass at the servant: "This little rabbit cub who is not angry has actually fought with hail households, and has simply lost the face of my Theodore family!"

Brick winked triumphantly at his accomplices, and it was very unaccomplished to lure the Theodore patriarch away so lightly.

At the same time, H.E. Heller Heidi, who had secretly returned to the Grand Ballroom through another door in the ballroom, joined in the chat unobtrusively.Brick was the first to spot him.After nodding his head in greeting, he asked, "How, has the news arrived?"

"Not so good." Heller-Heidi lowered her voice and said, "The position of Ondane's butler is going to be unkept."

"Not surprisingly, in fact, it's lucky enough to save a life?" Lu Besson sneered, "Who will succeed him, Taranin?"

Heller shook his head: "The next big butler will be a young man, who exactly is it, although Ondane refuses to say anyway, but he revealed that because the successor is too young, the handover will drag on for a while, and it will probably take place after the New Year."

"It's a blessing in misfortune," Brick breathed a sigh of relief, "Ondane is a man who has been the great butler for more than ten years, even if he is not in the position of the chief butler, as long as he does not die, the prestige is still there.

"I've also heard a piece of news, I don't know if it's good or bad," Heller laughed, "I've heard from Duran that he's convinced his master to send Oliver to be grounded on Melani Island."

"This idiot!" the great nobles unanimously commented in their hearts, "How could the God of the Universe let such a stupid pig and stupid old Du Youfang give birth to a good son."

"Poor Oliver, what a misfortune." Brick laughed, "When have you ever suffered such a catastrophe, and it's pitiful to be imprisoned on an island surrounded by water."

He said, "We should pick some slaves and send them over, it's always good to relieve them."

This mention was immediately approved by everyone.

The clock struck midnight and the old gentlemen turned their heads together to watch David Durand stand in the center of the ballroom, listen to his blessings, and then raise their glasses with him.

""

A qiē honor is attributed to the gods.

A qiē loyalty to my Lord.

Yes, of course, the master's will is inviolable, but the master's mistress is not.

Heller drained the wine in the glass, bowed his head slightly and said goodbye to the world friends: "I'll go see Helena......"

Helena had a house of her own in Turan Manor, and when Heller walked in, she heard Helena getting angry, and the people who served her and the room that served her were so tormented by her bad temper that Heller, as a father, did not know how to persuade her for a while.

"I'm going to kill that shrew!" she jerked back, her eyes red, and she waited fiercely for her father.

Heidi unconsciously moistened her lips.

"Don't do it yourself, Helena," he said, "let Oliver do it for you, you just need to provide him with some support and shelter in due time."