Sitting in the car, Barrett was a little helpless, he didn't see Ily again, and the highness actually returned to the Miseta fleet overnight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fleet has departed for southern Fanes, and its affiliated resource, the Planet Fanes VII, has also shown signs of rebellion.

While no one can explain how they managed to bypass the defenses of Samon's fleet and make a transplanetary transfer, the primary goal now is to stop them before they can become large.

Fortunately, it is only a resource planet there, and the population density is relatively low, so as long as it is dealt with in time, it should not cause a big impact.

Opposite him, Luna, dressed in a formal dress, was going to a dinner party for Governor Theloen----- Malobar.

This is a routine social activity, in order to gain the support of several major business groups to a certain extent, after all, it costs money to exterminate the rebels, it costs money to maintain the southeastern front, and it still costs money to complete the investment in armaments.

Although many of these business groups are directly or indirectly controlled by the Abanese family, it does not mean that they will continue to generate wealth as long as they are placed there.

Harmonizing the economic system is the main purpose of today's banquet.

This is different from political decisions, where everyone sits in the conference hall and plays a game of voting, and the businessmen prefer to drink wine and enjoy a dance drama in this atmosphere with a hint of ambiguity, while deciding who will get the greater benefit.

The pathological social attitude is just a desire to get closer to the aristocratic life of ancient times on a spiritual level.

Obviously, Luna didn't like this kind of socializing, and even though she was still dealing with the intelligence department at this time, she thought it would be a waste of time to play this so-called aristocratic game with these guys.

"Your Highness, we are almost there, please prepare." The leading guard reminded that the castle in the distance could already be seen through the car window.

It was a banquet hall built by Malobar to show off that his ancestors were old aristocrats from Europe.

Shoving the rest of the papers to Barrett, Luna straightened her hair and clothes a little, she had to adjust her mindset and demeanor, after all, it represented the face of the Abanese family.

After a few deep breaths, she threw her boredom and impatience out of the clouds and replaced them with an elegant, friendly smile. Looking at her smile, Barrett secretly admired in his heart, he couldn't do it so naturally and quickly.

"What? You're going to get on with it. ”

Seeing that he was about to put the papers away, Luna asked strangely, giving it to him was for him to do.

"I'm going to go in with you, right? Besides, I don't understand these things. "Nonsense, I haven't even learned the job of dealing with intelligence, and I will be treated as Superman?

Luna is a little upset, isn't this just a chance to give you a chance to learn, and by the way, it's just to reduce your workload a little, you really can't be a human being.

"You can just walk around in it in a moment, just don't run to the middle of nowhere, it'll be done in two hours at most." Luna advises that although it is a regular dinner, there are still a lot of big people coming.

"So what am I doing here?" Barrett has a bit of a headache, I don't have to go in with you? So what am I here for? Are you very idle as a master?

"Who knows, maybe you're just idle and have nothing to do, right? Remember not to cause trouble. One last time, and when the car came to a stop, Luna got out of the car and walked to the castle.

There were already a lot of people waiting at the door, after all, as the protagonists of the banquet, they couldn't have a banquet without Luna.

"Your Highness! You've finally arrived, so please take your seat now! ”

It was a short and stocky middle-aged man who had few hairs left on his head, but he had to be neatly combed, as if his sparse hair could cover his bare scalp, and he was wearing a European-style aristocratic military uniform, and this was the governor of Cellorne, Malobal.

Speaking of being the governor, fools know that he is just a noble second generation who has been protected by his father, and here is the core of the country, there are too many big people here, and many things are directly under the jurisdiction of the council.

But it's not correct to say that he is just an empty idle position, after all, the Son of Heaven is one level higher under his feet, and no matter what, his status is higher than that of the so-called governors outside, although the power is much worse, and he also has part of the command of the Celeron Guard.

He got this position purely because of his father's great military exploits during the southern conquest, although he was not capable, but he was still quite good in terms of loyalty.

Smiling and nodding, Luna walked up the stairs surrounded by the crowd, the real venue for the dinner was on the second floor, and downstairs was just a place for the juniors to socialize.

Seeing Luna leave, someone is a little depressed and is placed.

Looking at the documents in his hand, his eyebrows raised, okay, since it's a drinking party, let's go to the bar.

Standing in the foyer, the entire castle is baroque, whether it is the relief on the ceiling, the columns on both sides, or even the decorations that can be seen everywhere, they are full of luxury and exaggerated feeling.

How much does the Governor love these things? Although he complained silently in his heart, Barrett still came to the atrium on the first floor, where most of the young talents in their twenties were there.

Their mission here is to make as many friends as possible with the children of these powerful people of similar age, and to build connections is something that every future power holder cannot lack.

In the atrium plays the first -----chapter of Antonio Vivaldi's famous "Four Seasons", "Spring", a quintessential Baroque piece of music that describes the joyful scene of the countryside under the bright spring sun: "Fairies and shepherds dance on a lovely spring clear sky with the cheerful sound of country bagpipes.

The style of the song is bright and joyful, which makes people feel better, at least the depression just now is swept away.

Reached out and took the wine glass from the waiter's plate and tasted it, the gin, the vintage was very good. Sure enough, when you come to the official master's house, you will definitely not suffer.

It was not what he imagined, there was no arrogant and domineering boy at all, and a dozen young people were divided into several groups and chatted softly, not even a single person who spoke loudly.

Walking not far behind a few young people, he wanted to hear what these people were talking about, consciously or unconsciously. For him with a tactical watch, it's simple, just boost the microphone.

"You're going to the Southside? Didn't Her Royal Highness the Princess's fleet just depart? You should go along! The brunette youth on the left asked, and it looked like the blonde youth opposite him was also a member of some fleet.

"I'm just going there to take up my post, and I don't have anything to do with Her Royal Highness the Princess, right? Besides, His Royal Highness is what you say you will follow? The blonde young man glanced at him.

"Inaugurated? Aren't you in the Hansa fleet? How did you run to the southern district? A dark-skinned young man next to him asked.

"With such frequent personnel transfers lately, I have long been transferred to the Salmon fleet. There was a rebellion in the south, and my father sent me to the military port of Fanes, which was safer after all. "The face of the blonde young man is not very good, and this kind of behavior is really not face-saving.

"Although it stands to reason that I should say that a man has made a contribution to the Horse Leather Shroud, I have never dared to say such a thing since the accident with that Sanovi guy. His father is much better than my father, Archon of the Southern Sector, what's the use of this time? The black-haired man said stupidly, the third son of the dignified Southern Star District Archon had just died in the Eastern Region half a month ago.

Hearing him say this, several young people fell silent, although it is a good thing to make meritorious contributions on the battlefield, but once you die, there will be nothing, this is actually a very realistic thing.

Sanovy?? Isn't that the captain of the Byron? I didn't expect him to be this kind of identity, which makes people sigh.