In order to welcome the visiting members of the Platinum and Amber Chamber of Commerce, the tall and wide gates of Windsor Castle were wide open today, and a group of soldiers dressed in red chain mail and swords hanging from their waists stood on either side of the gate, and Miles noticed the rose pattern on their red armor, which seemed to be the private army of the Conrad family. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the leading carriage in front showed the coat of arms to prove their identity, the Kelly family slowly entered the city, and after passing through three heavily guarded urn gates, they finally entered the castle.

The carriage came to a halt, the door was opened by the groom, and Miles knew that they were going to separate here, so he got up and groomed his face gently, brushed the velvet-patterned blue robe behind him to make it look less wrinkled, and then walked slowly down the steps of the carriage, the buckskin boots on his feet finally stepping on the solid ground for the first time in a long time.

"Oh my God, who is this handsome baron? I don't remember that such a good-looking nobleman would come to-day, and my sisters would have gone mad—"

As soon as he got out of the car, a warm and pleasant voice came from the front, slightly exaggerated and teasing Miles, and he looked up to see a man in a red velvet robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a pair of seal skin boots on his feet, smiling and standing in front of him with his father.

The man had a spring smile on his face, his straight dark blonde hair obediently tucked behind his head, and when he saw Miles seeing him, he smiled and stepped forward, took off his luxurious leather gloves, and stretched out his right hand in an approachable manner.

Miles hurriedly stretched out his right hand and shook it gently, he was not wearing gloves, he felt himself grasp a thin but angular palm, shook it slightly, and the two looked at each other and smiled before parting again.

At this time, his father, Marquis Lane Kelly, came slowly, slightly spread his left hand and pointed at the young man and introduced to his son:

"Sir Noah, Lord Conrad, the third son of the Grand Duke Conrad—" Miles hurriedly bent his waist a little more and bowed lightly, complimenting him in his mouth:

"Even as far away as Rosendaal, I have heard that Sir Noah is the spokesman of the Archduke Conrad, and it is a great honour to see you here on every important occasion. ”

In fact, Miles had already done his homework long before he came, and if he didn't even know who he was about to meet, then presumably Old Ryan wouldn't let him appear at Windsor Castle.

In fact, the name of Noah Conrad's third son is a bit reluctant, to be precise, he is the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke Conrad, but the Grand Duke, who has always been known for his maverick, actually let his illegitimate son take over the work of welcoming and discussing the family to meet and communicate.

Noah also did not live up to the Grand Duke's expectations, and the information collected by Miles mentioned that this seemingly gentle man used his identity as an illegitimate child to move between the major forces, like a fish in water, left and right, and did not take long to become trusted by all parties and become an indispensable member of the entire family.

I haven't introduced myself to the other side and called out the name of the baron, it is just a miscellaneous title that was arbitrarily entitled by the King of France when he was a merchant in France with the Kelly family behind him as a backer, and he didn't even have a fief, but he could be known by the other party.

Miles, who knew that he could really be regarded as a little-known person in this party, couldn't help but admire Noah's skill at this time, and he was able to get to his current status as an illegitimate child, and his ability should not be underestimated.

Noah laughed, stepped forward and took Miles' arm, and said in a magnetic voice, "If we continue to boast about each other here, the people in the castle will be impatient—"

After saying that, he smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Marquis Kelly, and then led Miles to the front, personally leading the way for the Kelly family behind.

"Sir Miles must have been attending the meeting for the first time," the group walked through a garden, and at last entered the main castle through a gate on which side, and on the way Noah took the initiative to invite:

"When the meeting is over, there will be a party tonight," he said, winking at Noah, his long, bright and narrow eyes, seductively.

"An evening for young people, I think you'll be happy to attend. Miles could read what he meant from his expression, and presumably the party would be very "exciting".

Along the way, Noah fully demonstrated his eight-sided ability, wandering between Miles and Ryan, never snubbing anyone, and even making the old marquis laugh from time to time, Miles also had a good impression of the peaceful Ryan, and unconsciously became close.

As soon as they entered the castle, a maid and a manservant stepped forward to take the servants of the Kelly family to the lounge to take their seats, and the mercenaries who acted as guards were also taken away, leaving only one of them to follow Marquis Lane.

Walking through the long hallway and climbing the spiral staircase, Miles finally came to a large and bright hall that was as wide as a square, with a gleaming marble floor and warm candles burning on the walls even in broad daylight.

In the center was a long, wide red carpet covering the cold floor, like a path of burning flames, leading to a delicate wooden door with intricate patterns at the innermost end of the hall.

"Where have all the people gone?" There was no one in the hall except for a few soldiers in red armor standing guard, and just now Noah said that everyone was in a hurry, but at this time Miles was puzzled, and he couldn't help muttering.

The small voice was amplified in the empty hall, and the perceptive Noah naturally heard Miles's question, he turned his head and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and explained gently:

"Rest assured, we'll be here soon, everyone else is waiting for us in the conference room, and that's it. ”

The four of them stepped on the carpet and came to the delicate tall wooden door, and Miles, who had made a joke, became very worried in his heart, and began to complain about his mouthfulness at this moment.

To tell the truth, even when the King of France was facing Frank Bardot, the lazy king on the throne, he was never so nervous as he was now, but Noah did not give him a chance to calm down, he knocked lightly on the wooden door three times, and then raised his hand to push-

A trembling "squeak" echoed through the hall, and the wooden door opened.

Countless eyes as if they were like substance were quietly projected on the group, although he knew that maybe he didn't attract much attention, but this invisible pressure was still pressing on his body like a mountain, Myerston felt difficult to breathe, and his chest sounded a "bang" heart pounding, as if a big drum was beating wildly on his left chest.

Suppressing his nervousness, Miles followed Noah's footsteps and stepped through the door, looking up to see that it was a huge room more than twice as wide as the hall outside.

The floor was covered with a carpet embroidered with roses, almost the entire room was like a flowering meadow, the walls were lined with bookshelves and paintings, porcelain and strange ornaments from all over Wotan, and on the other wall far away hung a huge portrait of Wufu, which Miles guessed was the previous Grand Dukes of the Conrad family.

His gaze slowly moved down, occupying the center of the hall was a long table more than ten meters long, in the middle of the table sat a blonde woman with a vague resemblance to Noah, and the sides were full of people in turn, as well as various servants, and the mercenary stood motionless behind his master.

At this time, Miles heard Noah's brisk voice: "You've been waiting for a long time, the last head of the house has arrived, I think the meeting can begin—"