Du Wei suppressed the resentment in his heart, waved his hand at the servant, and motioned for him to hurry out. The squire bowed to him, and as he was about to leave, Du Wei stopped him and said, "Since our heroes of Djerkhara are here, you must treat them well." Entertain our friends with the best spices and don't forget to smear them with sesame oil! ”

"Yes, Young Master Du Wei!" The servant bowed again and walked out. So, Du Wei said to Hull, the butler on the side, "Uncle Hull, please help me to instruct me to go down, and ask someone to remove the rest of the things from the table, and add an extra stool next to me, and give it to a mutual friend of ours, so that we can have a good close and long talk." ”

Hull smiled and nodded at him, but there was no trace of emotion on his face, and he quickly conveyed Du Wei's order. As the servants around him ran around, all of Du Wei's requests were fulfilled one by one. The distinguished guests around him drank the frothy glass of precious old wine from fifty years ago, and with obvious curiosity, anxiously guessed who the guest Du Wei was talking about was.

Gennaro, the eldest son of King Griffos, Prince of the Kingdom of Rhodoc, a handsome, bohemian, fish-lustful nobleman, and a cold, stubborn, mean-spirited man, with a womanly face covered with a thick layer of foundation, and his orange hair covered with a thick layer of sesame oil, and if you get closer, you can even smell a strong perfume. There was a deep dark halo under his eyes, the leather clothes on his extremely youthful-looking face had slackened, and his voice had long since become hoarse from excessive drinking. This is Gennaro, Griffs' favorite son. Because of his status on this floor, he sat on the stool to the right of the entrance to the hall, so he was considered the guest of honor at the banquet.

As the young master of this banquet, in order to accompany this distinguished guest, Du Wei had to sit tightly beside him with discomfort, and he had to make a willing expression, which was indeed difficult for him.

They were so close to each other that the conversation between Du Wei and his attendants before was naturally heard in his ears word for word. Although he was also very curious about who the guest Du Wei was talking about, he still pretended to be casual and well-informed, pointed to the other end of the hall and said lightly: "What kind of person is that old fool over there, look at his stupid look, he almost dips himself in the wine glass." ”

Du Wei swallowed the wine in his mouth, looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the figure dancing with a wine glass. The man held his glass and sang and said loudly to the people around him, "You fools, don't pretend to be drunk and say something out of place, lest I go to the lord's castle when the time comes!" ”

After saying this, he glared and looked demented.

Du Wei gave him one last look and let out a long sigh: "Oh, you said he, he is my father's financial manager, named Mark. Diama, is a baron. ”

"Oh, he's still a baron, so why is he still so stupid. Let's be honest, Du Wei, I don't like him very much, and I don't believe that an idiot like him can really do anything good for your family. Hey, did you hear me? ”

"Yes, Yes, Your Highness, I have listened carefully to your words. You can rest assured, and when the feast is over, I will go and tell my father. Maybe you're right, it's time for this dumb-headed Baron Mark to relinquish his power. ”

Du Wei was finally satisfied, he drank all the wine in the cup, and took the opportunity to touch the hand of the maid who came to add wine to him, and even sniffed it as if no one was next to her under her embarrassed eyes: "Well, you know, you are my friend, all this is for your good!" Don't think about it, by the way, what's going on with the guest you're talking about, why hasn't he come yet! ”

Du Wei turned around and responded to him with the most standard textbook aristocratic smile: "Look, isn't he here!" ”

"My most brave and handsome friend, may God give you glory and honor!" Du Wei put down the cup in his hand and stood up to welcome the mysterious visitor.

"May God bless the host of this banquet and his noble guests," the guest replied politely.

"Alright Charles, let's not mess with this nonsense," he said, stepping forward, taking Charles' hand with a friendly face, pulling him to the stool he had sat on, and then sitting down opposite him. After doing this, he said loudly to the other guests, "Friends, this is Charles!" Shire. Bourbon, the best and most talented of our young generation! ”