Similar to Byrne, the Boi had the "peculiar custom" of holding a feast in the evening and drinking until the early morning of the next day—even before the sun had set.

"The Ducal Castle is not only the residence of each generation of the Grand Duke of Boi, but also a place of hospitality for dignitaries and warriors—each generation of the Grand Duke of Boi gathers all the Boi's warriors here at the time of the spring equinox to discuss the great and small affairs of the year;

It was here that every generation of Grand Dukes was crowned with the Holy Cross and All Byrne and became Lord of the Great Green Sea. ”

Led by Count Seth Braha, Loren, the little wizard, and Lusen, as well as all the Earls of Byrne who had come with the army, followed closely behind, stepping on the freshly washed stone slabs under their feet and walking towards the castle hall.

As for his new bodyguard, Andrew McAfee has secretly left the City of a Thousand Hordes to send the gathered news to the Red Blood Castle... Seeing him leave with a secretly relieved expression, the black-haired wizard was really more and more suspicious of what had happened between him and Luthen.

Then again, Lusen said he already had a sweetheart... Right?

"Then I wonder if the person whom Archduke Boi is going to entertain today is a guest or a warrior?" asked Eckert, taking the opportunity.

"Neither. ”

With a bit of respect, Seth Braha turned his head: "The only thing we have to entertain today is friends!"

As the words fell, Loren and Eckert glanced at each other in tacit understanding, revealing a meaningful smile.

As soon as the group reached the outside of the hall, the noisy movement was already blowing in the face - the deserted hall was illuminated by hundreds of butter torches, and the servants with wine barrels and dinner plates kept coming in and out, and it was very lively.

Clashing wine glasses, noisy noise, laughing, sipping barbecue...... The atmosphere was no less warm than Byrne's, and perhaps even more convivial.

Not a single chair could be seen in the hall that could accommodate hundreds of people, and all the participants of the banquet sat on the floor, even the Grand Duke himself, and the Boi warriors who sat around the table were already red-faced and tearing at the barbecue.

There are even quite a few guys who run to the grill and try their "knife skills" with the brown and crispy barbecue, and the samurai who successfully cut off a piece of barbecue meat with one knife will immediately get the cheers of the drunks around them.

Even Byrne's most ordinary banquet has to pay a little attention to the minimum etiquette, and this Boi's most "top" banquet looks no different from a group of "heroes" who have just returned from robbery, just find a cool place and eat and drink with the looted things.

If it weren't for the unwashed blood stains on the steps under his feet, the smell of blood and corpses that could not be dispersed in the cold wind, Loren would have almost forgotten where he was and what he was here for.

I almost forgot that it was because of a "letter of help" from the Grand Duke Laszló Varna that completely disrupted his plan, and made himself the Duke of Byrne, and stepped into this treacherous battlefield with 15,000 Byrnes.

It's like some kind of strange circle - whenever you feel like you've solved all your problems and can finally calm down, someone jumps out to break the silence and leads him to the next killing ground full of mysteries, gore, traps and intrigues.

"The banquet has begun. Seth Braha turned around and made way for Loren and his party: "The Grand Duke and Boi are waiting for the Duke and the Knights of Byrne to take their seats!"

Loren raised his head and looked straight ahead, and Laszló Varna, who was sitting in the far seat, suddenly put down his glass, raised his head sharply, and suddenly shot a sharp gaze.

Raising his eyebrows, the corners of Loren's mouth curled slightly.

"Turin Blood, Lord of Byrne, Grand Duke of Loren Turin to ——!"

The Count of Seth's loud voice made the entire hall awe-inspired.

Unsquinting, Duke Byrne walked towards the door.

When they arrived in the hall, Byrne and his party found that the Boean nobles who were feasting occupied only half of the hall, and the other half, apparently, was reserved for them, and a long table, far away from the Grand Duke of Boe.

Knight to knight, Grand Duke to Grand Duke—even the Boi, who disliked the most rules, followed this "rule" on such occasions, instinctively using barbecue grills and long tables to split the banquet hall that could accommodate hundreds of guests in two, and vacating the middle.

It's just that when you look at it this way, it's more like two gangs of robbers having a dinner... As long as the "big guys" on both sides do not agree with each other, the thugs who were still eating and drinking a second ago can pull out their weapons, open a film in the open space in the middle, and beat people's brains out of dog brains.

Coincidentally, neither the Boi nor the Byrnes were forbidden to carry weapons at banquets, and to some extent, wearing armor and swords at banquets was even a privilege of some status......

Without much hesitation, Loren sat down in his seat with a shrug, and the group sat around him.

The eyes of the entire hall were focused on him and the Grand Duke of Varna.

I saw the gray-haired old man suddenly push away the barbecue plate in front of him, picked up the full wine glass, and slowly raised it above his head:

"Toast ——!"

Hoarse and high-pitched words rang out, and the atmosphere in the hall was moved.

"Welcome our guests, our friends! Brother Byrne, who are connected by blood and share life and death, came to the Great Green Sea when Boi needed them most!"

The Grand Duke of Varna looked around, and the sound of words echoing in the hall for a long time made everyone listen to him patiently.

"As I write that letter, you still wonder if the torn Byrnes will be able to come to the rescue, and the knights of Byrne, will they remember their vow to live and die with the Boians......" Varna pressed his glass, and with a vigorous flick, the wine splattered:

"It's not just you, it's me who doubts it. ”

"And now... The Duke of Loren Turin has given a satisfactory answer to this question - they will, they can!"

"Fifteen thousand Byrne knights let forty thousand centaurs sink in the sand under the city of a thousand hordes, and it is conceivable that when Byrne and Boi fought side by side again, who would... It's going to be our opponent!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Grand Duke Varna's eyes were sharp, and his voice was deep: "God bless Boi, God bless Byrne!"

"God bless Boi, God bless Byrne————————!!!!"

The roar shook the hall and was deafening!

The next moment, the old man, who had raised his glass, raised his head and poured mare's milk wine down his throat.

All of a sudden, not only the Boi warriors, but even the Earls of Byrne behind Loren raised their glasses and drank them all in a heroic manner, and their cheeks were full of joy.

The hall was full of noisy sounds and filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Wrong......

The black-haired wizard frowned, glanced at the little wizard and Lusen, who were also holding wine glasses and blushing cheeks behind him, and sighed softly.

Laszló Varna, he didn't say these words casually, he was deliberately "ingratiating" himself with the Counts of Byrne behind him.

"Everyone, Boy's warriors!"

At that moment, Grand Duke Varna slammed his glass to the ground, and although he was speaking to everyone, his sharp gaze was directed at the black-haired wizard.

"We've repelled the centaur barbarians besieging the Thousand Hordes, but this war isn't over yet... They are still sweeping around the grasslands of the Great Green Sea, in the land of Boi, killing and plundering with impunity!"

"They're still killing your relatives, robes, plundering your wealth and homes, and turning the Great Green Sea into a meadow for centaurs!"

The old man shouted again: "Boi, can you bear it?!"

"Can't ——————!!!!"

There was a roar of anger in the hall, and Loren could even hear someone shouting behind him.

"They once defeated us, once let the Boi hussars sink into the sand on the prairie, let our city, and let the city of a thousand tents fall into war - this shame, can you bear it?!"

"Can't ——————!!!!"

Grand Duke Varna did not squint, and stared at the black-haired wizard's every move from beginning to end: "We, the Bois, will never back down in the face of shame! Tomorrow I will lead my army to the battlefield to find the main force of the centaur barbarians to start a decisive battle with them. ”

"Byrne... Are you coming?!"