"And then?" Cleverley listened attentively and couldn't help but urge, and did not forget to remind: "Remember to make all the details clear." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Dandrion glanced at Cleverley, then continued.

Although the White Peony Castle is located on the edge of the mountains in the northwest of the empire, even from the discerning eye of Charles XVI as a member of the royal family, it is clear that this carefully decorated castle can be called exquisite.

It's winter, and the heavy snow makes the whole castle covered in snow, showing a different style in winter.

Although it was a long night in the snow and ice outside, it was extremely warm inside the castle, and a very grand banquet was being held in the banquet hall of the castle at the moment, in order to welcome His Royal Highness from the imperial family.

In the far corner of the banquet, a dozen knights, magicians, and ascetics from the Church were eating in silence, and Dandrion easily found an excuse to convince the castle hostess that he was a trapped team of the Church on a mission, and thus took up residence in the snowy castle.

In fact, for White Peony Castle, it is not uncommon to take in some people trapped in the mountains every year.

The Church of Light does not have any special regulations on the diet of believers, so Danderien and his entourage are naturally not taboo in meat and wine, and before they know it, the banquet has been going on for more than half of the time, and a polite magician suddenly came up to Dandrien, and said with a wry smile with some embarrassment:

"My lord, I seem to be a little drunk."

Dandrien glanced at his subordinate, the magician who was assigned to Dandrien by Pope Enshire, a very gentle and respectful young man named Gavin.

Compared to Gavin, the other deputy, Ambrossi, who had just become an ascetic, seemed somewhat dumbfounded in Dandrien's eyes.

"Go down and rest first." Dandrion nodded, and watched his staggering subordinates leave the banquet scene.

Dandrion didn't leave because he coveted what was in the cup.

In fact, for an angel, everything is an object that needs to be eliminated, especially something as addictive as wine.

Dandrien's real purpose was to be able to quietly and unknowingly get some words out of the mouths of some drunkards at the drinking party.

To be honest, in order to get information, Dandrion didn't mind having a "communication" with some drunkard himself.

Dandrion would have even wished he could see something like that tonight, if he could.

After all, it was because of that item that he was sent to the human realm by the Supreme God of Light, and for the loyal servants of the God of Light, completing the task as soon as possible is the best way to express their devotion to the Supreme God of Light.

But the departure of Gavin's party did not give Dandrien a chance to eavesdrop, not even to find an opportunity to sneak away a drunken drunkard, because a young aristocratic man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hello, my name is Francis." The young nobleman's smile was hearty, "Francis Lean." ”

"You're from the Golden Lion Family?" Dandrion feigned a slightly surprised expression. In fact, he had already grasped the young man's information through the Church's sources.

Francis Leanne, son of the current Duke of Leanne, winner of the Lion King Project, and heir to the next Golden Lion Lord.

In the team of the eldest prince Charles, Francis also held many positions such as guide, thinker and bodyguard.

Francis laughed and said, "I'm just someone who wants to find someone to drink and make friends." With that, Francis raised the bottle in his hand.

Dandrion was stunned for a moment, and instead of taking the goblet in his hand, he also picked up a wine bottle, and the two wine bottles collided lightly in the air, making a crisp symphonic sound.

There are two places that can quickly bring men closer together, the first is the brothel/house, and the second is the wine table.

Soon, Francis and Dandrion chatted like friends they hadn't seen in years.

"You should probably know that the one over there is His Royal Highness the Great Prince." Francis glanced at the table at the top of the hall.

Dandrion followed Francis's gaze, and found that His Royal Highness, who was already a little overwhelmed, was quietly putting his hand into the open neckline of the castle mistress beside him, and strangely enough, the nobles at the same table were talking and laughing as usual, as if nothing had happened.

"That's not a good habit." Dandrion shook his head slightly.

Francis laughed, shook her head, and said, "This castle mistress is a widow. ”

"I know," Dandrion insisted, "that's not a good habit either." ”

What made Dandrien feel a little strange in his heart was that the other vacant seat next to His Royal Highness obviously belonged to Francis in front of him, but Francis ran to this corner of the hall to drink with him.

Is this really just a coincidence? Dandrion suddenly wondered.

So he glanced at Francis in front of him, only to find that the other party's face was already the same color as the red flag of the Spanny Empire.

"You're drunk."

"Drunk?" Francis laughed, tossed the empty bottle aside, and picked up a bottle of red wine that the waiter had just served.

"In fact, there is no such thing as drunkenness in this world, and some are just cowards and pustules who use the strength of alcohol to do ugly things that they dare not do. Do you know what a saying goes? Wine is intimidating. ”

This is a novel theory, Dandrien thought silently. But as an Angel of Judgment, Dandrion really hadn't experienced a state of drunkenness, so he raised the bottle in his hand to Francis: "Then let's have another one... Bottle. ”

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and the wine bottle in Francis's hand smashed to the ground, and the young and astonishing Sbanny nobleman fell directly on the wine table and fell asleep.

The sound of the bottles shattering attracted several of the castle's attendants, who were clearly accustomed to such a scene, and helped Francis out of the hall and cleaned up the broken glass shards on the floor.

Dandrion silently watched Francis being carried away like a dead dog, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart: "If people who drink too much and get drunk and crazy are cowards, then according to Francis's own theory, he should be regarded as a rare good man." ”

Dandrion looked back into the hall, only to find that His Royal Highness the Prince, who was supposed to be sitting at the table, and the scantily clad mistress of the castle had disappeared without a trace, perhaps by the moment they were already sweating on some of the soft and comfortable beds.

"That's really not a good habit." Dandrion set the empty bottle aside and stood up.

He needs a drunkard to get some information, and the toilet might be a good place to keep an eye on it. After all, at the banquet, there will always be a lot of drunk people who don't know what to do, and then walk out in a hazy way.

But before Dandrion could take a few steps, a beautiful maiden stopped in front of him.

"Hello, my name is Renee." The girl blinked at Dandrion with a pair of large turquoise eyes, "Are you a paladin, please?" ”

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