This was Loren's second visit to the Silver Room of the Bellini family.

Loren Turin, dressed in a red and black gown, walked leisurely through the long, dark corridor behind the waiter, flanked by heavily armed guards. At the end of the corridor is a door, and the aura of the forest is like the entrance to hell, and once opened, the viscous plasma will gush out, and countless demons will descend on the world.

Of course, this is just the imagination of some evil taste of the black-haired wizard.

The waiter stopped in front of the door, turned around and respectfully opened the door for Loren: "Lord Aalto Bellini has been waiting for you for a long time, Your Excellency Ain Rand. The banquet is ready to begin, just wait for you to be seated. ”

"Really?" Loren chuckled, tilting his head slightly, the corner of his eye sweeping behind him—the hallway had been completely sealed off by the guards.

Thinking about being searched when he entered the door, the black-haired wizard couldn't help but laugh.

In order to guard against themselves, the Bellini family really tried their best.

Fortunately, before he came, he gave all the things on his body to Peter and them, including "Bright Silver" and "Spellcaster" - now it seems that it is completely necessary, and all the accessories on his body have been taken away when he just enters the door.

But that's to be expected, isn't it?

Asrael was already "on standby" in the garden outside. Although this guy has never been willing to take the initiative to help, if it involves his own life safety, he will never stand idly by.

"What are you laughing at?" the waiter, though humble, still revealed a little dissatisfaction.

"Nothing, just the sudden thought of some of the last time I met here...... Very interesting little things. Loren smiled lightly, fooling the other party very casually, and then walked into the room.

It's a small side room, but it's still incredibly extravagant—marble fireplaces, glass windows, glazed wall tiles, gilded chandeliers...... None of this is mentioned.

What is the most luxurious decoration, the most high-end carriage and the most expensive horse, or the most unimaginable delicacies?

It should be said yes, but it's not.

Nowhere is this more evident than in the human being—more accurately, the quantity and "quality" of servants.

From the moment he walked through the door, Loren didn't even move himself. Two blonde girls in long dresses supported him, while the waitress who was already waiting at the table pulled out a chair for him.

After serving him to "sit down", three servants stepped back behind him, one of the maids tied a napkin for him, and the other two laid him sterling silver plates and cutlery in turn, a total of two plates, three pairs of knives and forks, and a tall glass.

Immediately after that, a middle-aged man dressed as a chef pushed a cart into the room, and six waiters rushed in behind him. The first tray was filled with bottles and filled Loren with a glass of wine.

A second waiter served the first meal, carrots and water spinach from an Eberden estate outside the city, mixed vegetables with lettuce salad, and honey bread and foie gras.

The third waiter served a bowl of ham and potato bisque, while the fourth served a blue cod on Loren's plate, the fresh meat was still elastic even after it had been baked, and the white breadcrumbs sprinkled on the fish and the tomato sauce on the edges made it a classic Eberden dish.

The fifth served to the waiter was a wine beef stew with carefully sifted wheat flour, fresh onion wine, black pepper and sea salt, simmered in broth, from the Ebolden countryside, with fluffy but chewy meat.

The last waiter placed a straw basket in the last corner of the table in front of Loren. It's full of shortbread, peaches, sweethearts, almond dough, ...... There are at least 15 kinds of desserts, large and small, with delicate shapes like colorful flower baskets.

When the meal was served, six waiters and cooks rushed out, leaving only two maids and one waiter behind Loren, waiting respectfully for orders.

With a gesture and a slight cough, the maid will fill his glass and wipe the dishes, shrug his shoulders slightly, and his weak, boneless little hands will knead them gently, while the waiter is ready for anything. Even if you just take a bite, you will be thrown away without hesitation.

From beginning to end, all the servants were polite and well-behaved, and the dining room was equally clean and "unlikely" - there was not a single trace of dust and wrinkles to be found on the dishes, tables and chairs, and even on the floor.

It is worthy of being the first giant of Eberden, the famous Bellini.

Just as Loren was feeling emotional, the door on the opposite side was opened. Dressed in a golden-red dress and with neat and elegant maroon curls, Aalto Bellini sat at the other end of the long table as if he had come out of an oil painting. Then the cooks, waiters, and servants "repeated" it meticulously, as they had just done.

"I've always felt that I wouldn't really live in Ebolden without tasting blue cod in the middle of summer – although I know a lot of fishermen who have never enjoyed this delicious food that they have caught. ”

With a modest smile, Aalto, who was sitting directly opposite Loren, raised his glass: "How do you feel, Your Excellency Ain Rand, is the hospitality of the Bellini family still to your heart's content?"

"I'm scared. ”

Since the other party was going to go around in circles with him, Loren was naturally happy to delay time, and chuckled implicitly: "It's far beyond my imagination." ”

"That's the highest compliment for a wizard, and you're a great reward. Aalto took a sip of the syrup and slowly lowered his glass: "Let's all go down." ”

There was no answer, and even a voice could barely be heard. The maid and waiter, who were standing behind the two, put down their work, bowed, and turned to leave the room. It didn't even take half a minute before and after, and the entire side hall immediately returned to silence.

Feeling the sudden indifference on the other party's body, Loren quietly put down his knife and fork, and folded his hands in front of him.

"Isaac Grantham, I know you're the one who took him. ”

Aalto, who finally tore off his disguise, spoke, without a word of nonsense:

"Hand him over. ”

Slightly stunned, the black-haired wizard suddenly burst out laughing.

"Is there anything ridiculous?"

"If it had been before, it would have been me who would have said this. Loren spoke, looking at the heir of the Bellini family without humility or arrogance: "In that case, is there any possibility that you will agree to me?"

"I'm not going to make that assumption, and you don't have much money to put things in the loop right now. Aalto's gaze passed through the light of the fire in the center of the long table, and the cold breath seemed to extinguish the flames: "Since I have invited you to be a guest, I have already proved my sincerity and determination. ”

"This is a final warning, hand over Isaac Grantham to me. ”

"I'm sorry, but it can't be. The black-haired wizard looked fearless: "I think you should make another request, at least something that is acceptable to both of us." ”

Loren's purpose was to hold the other party as far as possible, so naturally he couldn't provoke the heir of the Bellini family too much, and let him and himself continue to pull on until Peter Fasha and they covered Isaac's departure.

But he still "overestimated" the other party's tolerance limit, or rather...... Underestimating the opponent's ability.

Aalto's scholarly face suddenly had a hideous sneer, distorted, strange, and even terrifying: "Do you think I don't know what you're up to?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying......"

"You're just a bait from the Assassins to distract me. Aalto interrupted Loren with a hideous expression: "And Isaac Grantham has left Eberden under the cover of your men, right?"

"......" held the wine glass, and Loren didn't say a word.

"Any idea why I guessed, because a friend told me that your real name is not Ain Rand at all, but Loren Turin. ”

Friend?, the dark-haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I'm sure you'd love to meet this friend, too, because you still know him. With a sneer on his lips, Aalto glanced at Loren as if he was threatening, and looked at the third door in the side hall:

"The most honored guest of our Bellini family, the next new bishop of Ebolden, the pious Lord Fanescis!"