As night approached, the afterglow of the setting sun poured in from the west, but most of the glow was kept out by the tall walls.

The crowds of people are gradually dissipating from the bustling East Market, and everything on the Avenue of Winds is slowly calming down.

Only at the intersection with the South Outer Ring Road, there are still a lot of cars, horses and people passing by, and if you look closely, you can see that the people who come and go are either rich or expensive.

Among them, there are many well-known chamber of commerce bosses in the east and west cities, there are also mercenary captains who are in the limelight, and even a few nobles and celebrities are in the front.

No matter where these people come from, high or low status, at this moment, they are all walking towards the same mansion.

Libesir's house.

It was a large mansion with three small buildings, and from a distance you could see an old ginkgo that was over half a hundred years old in the front yard.

It was late autumn, but the old apricot tree was radiant, covered with golden leaves, and at the moment it was standing tall, leaving a touch of glow on the tip, looking from afar, like an old man with a golden crown on his head and wearing a gorgeous robe.

Tonight is a glorious moment for the Libersil family.

The title of third-class baron, which hung empty above the head of the Griffin family, has finally settled today, and the military department will send an official to hold a ceremony to officially confer the knighthood at the Libersir house.

The ceremony was originally scheduled to take place this morning, but the ceremony was postponed in the evening because the officials of the Judge Advocate General's Department of Military Affairs who were knighted were given a brief notice that they must attend today's military headquarters meeting.

The guests were originally only invited to the dinner to celebrate the young Stern, but who knew that the ceremony was postponed, and before the dinner began, they would have the privilege of witnessing this wonderful moment.

The ceremony was held in the back garden of Libersir's house.

The garden has obviously been carefully arranged by the owner's family, and all kinds of flowers are delicate and gorgeous, and they are extremely unbridled, and they don't take the weather in late autumn into account at all, and the entire Alton is probably only comparable to the hot spring villa of the Bailu family.

Pearson-Libersier, dressed in fancy clothes, greeted guests from all walks of life in the front yard, his long, thin face full of smiles.

He was Stern's father, Charles's uncle.

As the second son of the noble family, he has no talent and no knighthood, and it is a unique experience to be able to entertain guests and friends as a host.

"Congratulations, Pearson!"

"There aren't many young people like your Stern..."

"What a godson!"

......

Pearson shuttled between the merchants and gentry, all kinds of compliments poured into his ears, and he was fascinated by it, and his thin face was filled with a rare bright smile.

"I watched this kid grow up with Stern, and I said a long time ago that he must have a great future in the future, how about it, I'm not wrong, right?"

A round, fat man with a big belly triumphantly stretched out a fleshy palm and slapped it on Pearson's thin shoulder, as if he had a share of the credit for today's knighthood.

Pearson was slapped by the fat hand, his body was naturally half shorter, and the smile on his face did not decrease at all:

"In the end, Lord Baron has a vision, I didn't expect to be where I am today. ”

The baron loosened the collar of his dress, revealing a greasy piece of "pork neck", and cleared his throat:

"I heard that you went to Jue Sain Village to order a dress, that's right, although it is only a third-class baron, but it is also a reward from Her Majesty, and you can't be sloppy in appearance. ”

"You're right, the knighthood dress has just arrived, and Stern has already gone back to change into it. ”

Pearson replied in a row, and a series of sycophants were served, which made the fat baron feel very good, and then he turned to deal with the next guest.

Fortunately, there are not many nobles present today, and the barons have all arranged it, except for one viscount who has not yet arrived.

To tell the truth, a third-class baron inherited from his in-laws, even if the viscount did not come, it would not be surprising.

Pearson was torn between various businessmen and celebrities, and he was looking forward to it.

He couldn't help but be unconcerned, this viscount had a special status, and it took him a lot of thought to get on it.

The third young master of the Bright family, a magical family, was not just an ordinary hereditary third-class viscount.

Fibit Bright.

At the same time, he has another layer of honorable status:

The younger brother of the lady of the Swan family.

Just as Pearson was absentmindedly greeting several guests, a servant walked over briskly and whispered anxiously:

"Second master, Viscount Bright's carriage has arrived at the intersection!"

Pearson cheered in his heart, and with that ugly smile still on his long, thin face, he hastily confessed to the guests around him, and hurried to the door.

The carriage of the Bright family was slowly approaching the front door of Liebesil's house, and in the carriage sat Viscount Fibbit Bright, and his youngest brother:

Benn Bright.

"Third brother, isn't he just a third-class baron who has been watered, and you need to come here in person?"

Fibbit has a beautiful short beard, neat and thick, and it looks like she has been carefully groomed every day:

"Ben, you can't just look at the surface.

Although this Stern is only a third-class baron, he still inherits the title of his mother's surname, which looks a little cold.

But it only took him two years to save up a three-star battle medal, you can tell me, how did a little eighth-level fighter and the commander of a border defense battalion do it?"

Although Benn is several years behind Fibbit, and he is not a sibling, he looks very similar to Fibbit, and even the third brother's eyes, he looked at the old ginkgo biloba that was getting closer and closer outside the car window, and was a little irritable:

"Who doesn't know that he has a grandfather who cares for the nursing home in the Hot Spring Villa, an eighth-level warrior? Hmph, head-to-head, I'm afraid he can't even stand a slap from the magic beast, right?"

Phoebit reluctantly flicked her short thick beard with her thumb, a little distressed.

This old fifth can be regarded as a real gentleman.

Because he was born late, Benn failed to inherit the family's title, and because the crystallization position was not right, he couldn't be a magician.

So the Bright family, which is a magic heirloom, didn't care much about him since he was a child, and let him frolic to live, anyway, even if the chosen one is not a nobleman, he can live a very nourishing life.

"Let's go and see, this Libersil is also a drill camp, maybe it can be used in the future?"

While talking, the carriage had stopped in front of Libersil's house, and the two Shi Shiran got out of the car, only to see Pearson wearing a neat gown waiting in front of the door.

Behind him, led by the fat baron, several barons also saluted from afar.

"Welcome, Lord Bright, I didn't expect you to come to the ceremony! Thank you so much!"

Fibbit nodded reservedly, looked around, and was about to speak, but heard Benn behind him say unpleasantly:

"What about Stern? My third brother came to watch the ceremony in person, but he wouldn't even show his face?"

"The dog is changing clothes, and the clothes from Jue Sain Zhuang have just arrived..."

"It's okay," Fibbit glared at Benn with a deep brow, and said to Pearson in a warm voice, "Today is a good day for Stern, let him prepare well." ”

"Hmph. Ben En has always been messing around, but he knows that the third brother's face is important, so he has to pout unwillingly and stop talking.

"Thank you, Viscount, for your understanding. Pearson bowed in flattered thanks, with a look of trepidation on his face, but his heart was already blooming.

Fibbit is a viscount, and her sister Madame Swan is backed, and she has always been above the top, and she has never given him any good face if she flattered him in every way.

Now that Stern has been knighted, Fibbit's attitude is really different.

Pearson triumphantly glanced at the fat baron, whose face changed slightly:

Hmph, even the viscount has treated me politely, look at whether these barons dare to put on a show!