Unlike the situation when he faced Kezia just now, of course he was much happier to see his father come back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The feeling of suddenly meeting a second acquaintance in a party full of unknown people is not as shocking as the sudden salvation of the first one, but it is enough to be dark.

So the two of them raised their glasses to Morton and the old ghost, but one after another, more and more nobles arrived, and the dance floor began to be a little idle anyway, it was better to take two young dance steps, before the start of this formal party, some men and women had begun to enjoy the atmosphere in advance.

This is a bit like the concept of an annual reunion of a large family, although it is far less warm and united than an ordinary family, and even filled with all kinds of interest circles, as if placing commodities consciously categorized and forming groups with different positions.

Looking at his father and Angus's housekeeper from afar, Carlil suddenly had a little idea about Angus's parents, but think about it carefully, Angus's father died many years ago, how can it be now, although he usually never mentions it, so that Carlil almost forgot this fact, but in fact, the parties are still quite affected, in some family-based gatherings.

And Angus's mother, vaguely remembering a city far away, seems to have something to do with Angus's father's death, I don't know in the specific Carlil, this matter is a bit taboo, Angus never mentioned it, and Carlil didn't know it at the beginning, there are no other sources, but it's better not to be curious when you think about it.

By the way, the nobles who come to this kind of gathering are all patriarchs of the same family...... At least it's the feeling of being in charge of a group of people, and it won't bring too many families, and there is no feeling of dragging the family, otherwise this seems to be a very spacious hall...... I really can't fit it.

"Good evening, Dad."

Of course, the two of Morton walked straight in the direction of Carlil opposite, and then the four of them naturally divided into two groups and began to talk, and Carlil said hello rarely, she usually omitted this part directly to acquaintances, or simply condensed it into "Hey I say ......" or something like that.

"Good evening, it looks like you should have come early so I can show off to my old friends how cute my daughter is."

Morton came up and touched Kahlier's head, he was quite tall himself, and this action was very easy to do, and he looked at Karil well as he spoke.

It can be seen that Morton is also in a good mood today, and there is a pleasant feeling of sweetness like a little longer salary.

"No, no, it makes me even more glad I can only go to the dance party in the evening."

Kahlil replied with a smile.

"Hmm...... What about your mother? ”

Morton thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked Karyl in a rare colloquial salutation on such a formal occasion.

Mom......

They separated when they entered the venue just now, and they didn't pay attention to where the group of ladies went, so they really didn't find out where they were when they asked so suddenly.

Kahlil tried to find her mother in the flowing crowd, but soon found that it was futile, so she had to reply: "We were separated just now, and now I don't know where we are." ”

"Hmm."

There was nothing very important, and although Carlil had no contact with it, Moulton would still learn about the forms of the prom routines that his wife needed to take, like a group of men coming together for a glass of wine or something. So there's nothing to worry about, so it's okay to ask casually.

He sat down directly next to Kaliel, casually beckoned the waiter to ask for a glass of wine, and he sat down and pinched the glass and began to close his eyes leisurely and recuperate.

It looks really laid-back.

It just so happened that Angus and his old ghost had just come to an end of greeting, and while Carlil turned to look at him, Angus was also looking at him casually, and the two sides exchanged glances with each other, and then each smiled and signaled.

"Looks like something nice just happened?"

Kahlil asked, a little curious.

My father and the housekeeper seemed to have just returned with some good news, and the atmosphere between the few people was a little very pleasant, although it wasn't too much, but it was unusual enough.

"Probably yes, a satisfying outcome in a private meeting with a few other families, that's it to put it simply, come on, let's have a drink."

Angus replied briefly, he wasn't going to explain too much to his sister-in-law, and Karil really wasn't too interested in the details.

"Good~"

The two cups touched each other slightly, making a crisp glass sound, and then each pressed it to the lips of the person holding it.

It's kind of like a party.

Karil had such a thought inexplicably, and even he didn't understand how this feeling came out of nowhere.

"Wait a few minutes, it's almost starting, remember not to drink too much later."

Angus told him that he now felt reflexively uneasy when he saw Carlil drinking...... Come to think of it, Karil didn't do anything hurtful.

"Okay, don't worry, you won't drink too much."

All she was interested in was cider, a small jug in a small flask, and nothing else was to her taste.

So the two of them leaned back, comfortably pulled the shelf and began to rest, and the hall kept playing cheerful music, making people feel that even if they didn't do anything, it was a good choice to listen quietly.

It's just that Karil just closed her eyes for a moment when she felt that there was a guy next to her who had to make her care.

When I opened my eyes in that direction, I saw a black dark gold-rimmed suit, a straight and powerful body, slightly gray but well-trimmed hair and beard, and a pair of awe-inspiring eyes.

Full of courage, but without malice, there was more curiosity in those dark eyes than malice, more explicit than the last time we met at our own house.

Can you stop staring at me all the time?

The old ghost stood straight beside Angus, with a capable and reliable smile on his face, and every posture of his body was as standard as a ruler, standing in the form of a standard butler who could no longer be standard.

But that look was hard for Karil to ignore him as an ordinary butler, and even a word that came to his lips was forced back.

Forget it, forget it.

Kahlil subconsciously didn't want to talk to him, as if looking at the other party's demeanor...... I feel very untempered.

Could it be that he has discovered something, starting from the last time he was at home?

Maybe even the curiosity is based on the discovery of his fox demon identity, is it the curiosity of the real identity?

But there was really no malice, Karil had been stared at for so long that she didn't notice malice at all.

It doesn't matter, since it's Angus's butler...... Leave him alone.

As soon as the mood was quickly stirred up by the old ghost, Carlil felt a little lacking in interest, and suddenly lost the mood of closing her eyes and enjoying the music with Morton and Angus, who were on the left and right.

After tossing and turning, I had to start stealing snacks on the table next to me bored.

I still can't control my mouth in the end! Even if I'm not hungry anymore.

Fortunately, this period of stealing food did not last long, and as Angus said, this party will soon begin officially and nominally, almost now.

The music gradually stopped, and after a short pause, she changed to a track, which was much more uplifting than the light-hearted track she had just now, reminiscent of the rhythm of her early days at school when she had to do radio drills......

It's just that this side of the matter is much more serious than the radio.

Everyone present fell silent, and everyone except Karil looked in one direction, the side door to the king's seat, a separate, medium-sized, but beautifully carved entrance.

So Karil also followed everyone's line of sight from a distance.

Presumably the king is coming, and who else but the king will come out of the door that will undoubtedly go straight to the king's seat?

Soon, the door opened, led by several well-equipped guards, and a group of people walked in from outside the door, in the eyes of everyone, with the cooperation of background music.

Sure enough, it's the king...... The king, of course.

The guy who walked in the middle of everyone, holding a beautiful lady in his right hand. The middle-aged man with a golden crown on his head, a white piping cloak behind him, and a sumptuous dress was the king.

From a distance, he seemed to be a little old, with a sense of burnout that could not be hidden, and the fatigue brought by long-term hard work made his momentum of not being angry and self-righteous have decreased a lot.

It still looks like he's going to worry about the country.

Kaliel's impression of the king was limited to the level of knowing "Oh, you're the king" after meeting her, and if she had been given free reins, she might have followed the next sentence with "I didn't expect to meet you here, what a coincidence." ”

- I don't know anything about the king himself.

Even after listening to Angus and Moulton's description of the position of the king's lord and faction, he had a preconceived sense of dissatisfaction with His Majesty. But now that I see it in person, I can't imagine that the impression is quite good.

It's not like some kind of misguided monarch, at least it doesn't look mediocre, in fact...... Who knows.

The present event was a party, a routine, a ball held after a busy day of sacrifices and meetings, and even the king could not change this at will, and the king's appearance was unexpectedly low-key, as if he did not intend to disturb too much, and even everyone present was just saluting the king, not serious at all.

"Welcome to ......"

The king stopped in front of his ornate seat and said to everyone.

It's as simple as just talking about the weather. (To be continued.) )