The banquet hall of the Red Blood Castle Palace is as bright as daylight with delicate fluorite lamps, and the long table is filled with sumptuous delicacies and delicate sterling silver tableware, and colorful flowers add a touch of midsummer color to the table.

A fine breakfast, a cosy lunch, a sumptuous dinner – the life of a Byrne is nothing like this, and without a seven- or even eleven-course dinner, a Byrne nobleman might not be happy to move a fork.

Deep-fried golden crispy slices of bread served with a fragrant fish broth drizzled with mayonnaise;

Meat sausages, pork tendons, and white lentils stewed until crispy and delicious;

There is also a beef stew with onions, carrots, celery, mushrooms, butter, and potatoes... Just looking at it is mouth-watering.

Looking at the table full of delicacies, the black-haired wizard glanced out of the corner of his eye as far as he could, the countess sitting directly across from him, and then looked cautiously to both sides......

"What?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows coldly: "Don't like it, if you don't like it, withdraw it and let the kitchen do it again!"

"There's nothing to dislike. Loren smiled reluctantly: "It's just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just... Why just the two of us?" the dark-haired wizard's smile stiffened, "What about the others?"

As he spoke, Loren's gaze involuntarily shifted to the empty chairs on both sides of the long table, and there were only two people in the huge banquet hall, he and Charlotte, not to mention the others, not even Charles and even the servants of the court.

Coupled with the countess's sub-zero cold expression, the warm and cozy atmosphere of the banquet hall was like a lonely grave in the midnight forest......

"Others?"

The countess snorted coldly at first, and then asked angrily, "Do you mean Wizard Ain Rand, or your little lover from Eboden?"

"Uh... Wait, I really don't have anything to do with Ariel......

"If it was the Corona lady, she would be dining in her room right now. Charlotte, who had a gloomy face, snorted coldly and showed a contemptuous and sarcastic smile: "If you want people to feed them one bite at a time, it's better to hurry up, save me from disturbing you two!"

Silver knives flew on the plate, and in the blink of an eye, a whole piece of sausage had turned into a mashed meat, and the flesh was blurred, incomparably tragic.

The corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth twitched inexplicably.

"As for Lord Ain Rand... In order to take care of you, he or she did not close his eyes for seven days and seven nights, barely took a drop of water until you got better, and only returned to the Wizarding Society to rest in the last two days;"

Charlotte, whose face was like frost, cut the beef on the plate in half with a knife, and across the table, Loren could sense how unhappy she was: "A guy like you can have friends who care so much about you... I don't know if it's your luck or Ain Rand's misfortune!"

While speaking, Charlotte stuck a piece of beef with a knife with her backhand and sent it to her mouth, but her extremely elegant movements could still make people feel the killing intent of Sen Sen, who gritted her teeth.

Loren, who was about to say something, stopped talking and sighed slightly.

It seems that Charles is right, she is really not in a good mood, and it is quite bad.

Well, it's not hard to guess... Isn't it?

"Charles, tell me you're going to meet the knight lords from all over Byrne this afternoon. Loren smiled slightly, trying to keep his tone as soft as possible:

"I've heard that they ......"

"Why, do you still want to invite them along?!" Charlotte suddenly raised her eyebrows, and her shoulders rose violently: "Okay, it's up to you to tell them how I managed to let the cathedral be destroyed by a group of thugs in front of my eyes and still be indifferent!"

Before the words fell, she suddenly picked up a glass full of red blood wine, and drank it all when she looked up, and Loren's heart was shocked.

The strong liquor syrup flowed down her throat, making Charlotte's face a little more vivid, and the corners of her red mouth gasped violently, but it could not calm the restless heart at all, but was even more lost.

Silence, deathly silence.

Looking at the countess who lowered her head and bit her lower lip, Loren, who raised the corners of her mouth slightly, sighed, got up from the chair with difficulty, and walked towards her.

"Loren, you ......"

Sensing the dark-haired wizard getting closer and closer, Charlotte, who was slightly startled, raised her head suddenly, and just wanted to say something, he reached out to block it, and watched him sit down beside him quite abruptly.

"Don't ask, don't speak, don't answer. ”

The black-haired wizard calmly took the wine bottle, filled it again for her and herself, and then brought the wine glass to Charlotte: "Drink, it's okay." ”

"Y-Aren't you still drinking alcohol?"

"Tonight is an exception. Loren curled the corners of his mouth, and his dark gaze met that of the countess.

Looking at those slightly defiant eyes, Charlotte, who was a little unconvinced, snorted coldly, snatched the wine glass and drank it down, and the shrugging black-haired wizard also raised his neck and poured it down.

Well... I'm going to die of pain after tonight, right?

The red-cheeked countess did not become more vigorous, but was a little more lonely, and slammed her glass on the table: "One more glass!"

Loren drank it all and poured a full cup for her: "Do you dare to drink it?"

"Who's afraid of whom?!" the empty cup fell, and the Count did not back down.

"If you drink too much, you may lose face tomorrow. ”

"What, this is scared?!"

"I'm worried about you. ”

"Worry about yourself first!"

The black-haired wizard smiled slightly, and quietly filled it for her.

"You've had a tough day. ”

"I ......?!"

"You've had a tough day. Loren calmly interrupted the short-breathing countess and gazed gently at her brow... In Charlotte's eyes, it seemed like she was staring into her eyes, subconsciously wanting to dodge, but she couldn't dodge.

"Tomorrow, more knight lords and nobles will arrive at the Red Blood Castle, and you will have a harder time, a hundred times more difficult than today. The black-haired wizard's eyes burned:

"No one will be considerate of you, no one will understand you, no one will know how many difficulties and unspeakable bitterness you have... They can only see your faults, your dereliction of duty, your disgrace, your mistakes. ”

Charlotte, whose cheeks were flushed, bit her lower lip tightly, and tried to turn her head several times but was a little unconvinced, staring at the black-haired wizard's face.

"I guess... Throughout the meeting, they ignored your ideas, and kept shouting accusations of your mistakes, the injustice of the Empire, and the fact that Byrne should be independent, that he should be restored to his former glory, and that a new knight king should be elected......"

"Enough!"

The menacing Charlotte stood up suddenly, her breathing becoming more and more rapid: "That's right, that's it, it's all right for you, satisfied, right?

"No one heeds my words, I lost the dignity of the Turin family in front of all Byrne, I let the Red Blood Castle lose face, happy, right?! satisfied, right?!I ......"

The words stopped, and Charlotte was stunned.

The dark-haired wizard who stood up stood right in front of her, his pupils to pupil, the tips of their noses only a fraction of a millimeter apart.

"No, I'm not satisfied at all, really. ”

Loren stared at her very seriously.

Overwhelmed, Charlotte was so nervous that she tried to dodge backwards, but the black-haired wizard slammed down her right hand, and before she could react, he stabbed the Hidden Blade under her wrist and pressed it to her shoulder.

"Where's Charlotte Turin, who was in the academy with this sword to my neck?"

"Where is the earl who can loudly scold the imperial prince and dare to fight back by any means even if he is forced to only one palace left?"

"I ......"

"My Count, you are the Lord of the Red Blood Castle, the Lord of Turin, and they are rampant on your territory, are you still ready to indulge these bastards with knightly titles?"

"Give them some color, see the wrist of the Turin family, let them know how good you are, know how good we are!"

In a trance, the right hand released by the black-haired wizard slowly fell, and Charlotte, who noticed her gaffe, suddenly stiffened, and just wanted to "regain her dignity", Loren was already standing in front of the door of the banquet hall with her wand, looking back and smiling at herself:

"It's too cold at night, let's go back and get some sleep......

Rest assured, I've got you covered. ”