Corente looked over there—and saw only a young man in the doorway—the boy was very thin, with short white blond hair, and a pair of mediocre brown eyes on his pale face, but those brown eyes were so sharp that Corente thought he had seen an eagle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh...... Hello, may I ask which famous family you are from?" said Corrent, who had not heard of the Freton family.

His demeanor was a little contemptuous, but not too contemptuous, for he saw that the thin young man, even if he did not have many ornaments, that formal suit was the most ordinary kind, but his steps and piercing eyes made him feel an inexplicable fear in his heart—it was a terrible thing.

Obviously, this Evan Freyton is familiar to us - her emaciated body is easy to disguise as a malnourished teenager, and she now looks like another Ed Ansendeir.

"I'm from the Freton family and my cousin is Virginie Janelle. Fitney didn't think twice.

"Oh, I see, it's respectable!" said Korent.

The Janelle family is a family that is close to decline, large and ancient, but also bloated, and there seems to be little hope for the future, and if there is really any outstanding person, there is probably only one Adele Janelle who needs a doctor every day in these decades - that is, Mrs. Wyzdem.

There were many families in the kingdom of Luther, especially after King Andrew silently supported merchants by rewarding them with land, and the name of nobility became not uncommon - as long as you could own a piece of land, you could get a title.

So Collent thought that the Freyton family was a new family that had gained land through the afterglow of the Janelle family and had become a nobleman.

"Why did you come to the Shevrin Domain?" said Korent, and then he saw that there was another man behind this Evan—a sturdy young man with resolute eyes, but his demeanor was not as calm as the young man in front of him.

"Monsieur Breeland, I am a traveler, and it is my ideal and my goal to travel throughout the kingdom of Luther, and it is my goal at this time—since my parents died of a sudden illness, I have decided that it is necessary not to waste this time, and to go out for a walk as soon as possible. Fitney said.

"You think so too!, I'm a traveler too—that's why I'm here I am!" said Korent's face with a hint of surprise, and he led Fitney into the banquet hall, before glancing at the young man behind Fitney, "It's your ......"

"My butler, sir, his name is Aubrey. Fitney said.

"Oh!oh, let's go in first, then!" said Korent, and he made a look to his butler, a look that no one seemed to notice but each other.

When he entered the ballroom, he realized that a huge table had been set up, and the table had been covered with a tablecloth embroidered with patterns and gold trim, and the golden tassels glistened in the light, and there were several people seated in front of them, all kinds of cutlery arranged in order.

Such a picture gives Fitney a sense of familiarity that has not been seen for a long time.

"Oh, let's welcome our new friend! Evan Freyton!" said Corente, and then he led Fitney to his place and said to him, "Come, sit down, we are all looking forward to a new friend." ”

The position was apparently intended for that Lawler.

"You're a traveler, sir, aren't you here for the first time?" asked Fitney.

"You may be mistaken, these are good friends I used to know in Shavlin, I'll show you, it's Bazel Afu, look at his big belly, and George's ......" Corente introduced his old friends to the new friend, who all had a kind smile on their faces, and didn't seem to hear some of Corente's seemingly unpleasant comments.

Fitney listened expressionlessly and nodded, her nod seemed a little arrogant - there were also some ranks among the nobles, and they were obviously not looked down upon by Fitney.

"Well, new sir, you look very young, you have already walked through a few villages?" Bazel saw her like this, and spoke, he was a little fat, with a small mustache on his face, and he shook as he spoke.

His words drew laughter from the others, with Corrente laughing the loudest.

"I started from the territory of Havag, passed through the territory of Isopp, the territory of Granella, and came to the territory of Shevrin. Fitney then counted the "villages" to them.

Their laughter came to an abrupt halt as they looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes.

Then the butler of Corente came in, and he whispered a few words in Corent's ear, and there was a smug emotion on Corent's face—and he gave Fitney a meaningful look as the butler was gone.

Aubrey, who was behind Fitney, felt a little tormented, and glanced uneasily to the side, but quickly stopped.

"Oh, that's a lot, I didn't expect you to be to so many places. Oh, don't laugh at me, my favorite thing is to taste the food of all places, and that's the truth of my travels!" said Korent, "The essence of each place comes together! It just so happens that I've been to these places and prepared different dishes for my friends -- my friends know what I like most about our parties, and that's all I do! Taste different foods!"

As soon as Korente had finished speaking, the servants who were holding the cart appeared, and the dishes that Korente had spoken of were in the lids of the silver plates.

Fitney didn't have much expression on her face, she didn't seem to care about the extra mockery on Colone's face.

"Where do you want to start listening?" said Fitney.

"I think I should respect your habits - oh, from where you started, Haywag Collar!"

"Do you know the Norman plains of the Haywag Territory, which has the most fertile land in the whole kingdom of Lutheran, and the Wizdem family owns a third of it, and there is a village called Armtran, where the richest and best ingredients are grown—why should we ask what is to eat in the territory of Haywag? ”

Fitney's words made them laugh again.

"Then there must be something that represents!" insisted Korent, pointing to a manservant and asking him to bring a dish and place it on the table, "Great traveler, tell me quickly, what is here!"

"Are you sure you want the exact name?"

"Don't challenge my patience, my friend!"

"Armtrand duck with vegetable patty and Hibok sauce. Fitneygan said.

With that, the valet went to lift the lid, and saw the neat, sliced duck breast on top of the golden-browned vegetable cake, with a richly colored sauce on the bottom of the plate and on the meat.