The Count's castle is dignified and elegant, and the thorns and roses not only do not make it look depressed and decadent, but rather add a little vitality to the castle.

It wasn't the first time Adams had been to Earl's Castle, and Adams was barely a regular visitor, but it was the first time he had seen this secluded castle so bustling.

Outside the castle was filled with richly decorated carriages, and the coats of arms of different ornaments shimmered in the morning sun, and with a cursory glance, Adams spotted the coats of arms of the Warrior Guild and the Ranger Guild.

In fact, the Magic Guild also received an invitation, but the old magician Gillam was at the critical moment of promotion and did not have time to attend this ball.

Ascending the stone steps of the castle, the courteous butler in a suit stood at the door of the castle to greet the guests, and he gave the young man a gentle smile and bowed slightly to make a gesture to invite in.

The castle hall is filled with more tables and chairs, ornate candlesticks, flickering candlesticks, silver tableware, and the endless flow of waiters and guests to depict a vivid banquet scene.

Tables and chairs were circled, and on the edge of a clearing covered with red velvet blankets, a band played cheerful tunes, and a group of well-dressed young gentlemen and ladies writhed to the rhythm of the music in the middle of the dance floor.

However, more people sat quietly at the table drinking and greetings, most of them were middle-aged people with some status, and the general dance party was not even as important to them as their own business, but they still came today.

Adams saw through the crowd the dead fat man who had told him to fuck off at Constance Arena, who was wearing another beautiful satin dress to-day, and was telling an interesting story to the two young aristocratic girls beside him, causing them to giggle.

"The knight who last won the title of our gladiatorial arena is now serving under the command of the Earl," said the fat man, with a hint of exaggeration on his face, "it was a tall and burly black knight, who could break a whole large stone with one hand, and he knocked the terrible ice monster to the ground, and then cut off the monster's head with a sword, proudly proclaiming his victory and glory to the audience. ”

The fat man was bagging about cowhides, and the spit in his mouth was about to splash on the girls.

"Come on, I was at the scene of the game that day, and the black knight was obviously a hairy boy, and he was almost disemboweled, and he was almost disemboweled", the aristocratic girl on the side ruthlessly exposed the fat man's lies, "And in the end, he won not at all gloriously, and many people cheered in the audience at that time." ”

"Tell me how he won and why he cheered?", the other girl asked with some eagerness, obviously curious about what had happened at the end of the game, and the two of them whispered with a wave of disdain......

Adams craned his neck to find the protagonist of the story, but after scanning the entire hall, he finally sat down in a chair next to him.

The Black Knight is not here, Mia is not here, the Earl is not here, not even the annoying Prince is here. There wasn't a single guy he knew in the halls of a huge castle.

Adams sighed and began to eat boredly.

He took a few glasses of cider from the waiter's silver tray and walked over to the edge of the oven and walked over a large plate of freshly baked meat.

The barbecue made a sound, and the hot oil dripped onto the plate along the plump lines, and he smelled the beautiful aroma of the meat, and he didn't care about the hot mouth and took a big bite.

Hmmm~, the taste is very good.

The meat was tender and juicy, and when you put it in your mouth, it looked like it was about to melt, and he had seen it in the meat market, when the owner told him that it was a high-quality ingredient from fresh Earth Dragon cubs, which could help relieve fatigue and replenish energy quickly.

The profiteer blew it to the skies, and even said things that would revive men and keep women young forever.

This meat is really not cheap, and the expensive price of two silver Kesu a kilogram discourages him, but he didn't expect to see it here again.

Just as Adams was about to take the third roast regardless of his image, the voice of the Earl finally belatedly came down from the high platform.

"It's an honour to meet you here today," he paused, bowing to everyone, "Today is a monumental day, the engagement day of my daughter Mia Doflamingo and Her Royal Highness Sidmun, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Bartow, and my Marienburg ......"

The high table was boiling again, and the faces of the young ladies showed a look of envy, and the engagement with the prince was the dream of many aristocratic girls.

But more middle-aged people lowered their heads and pondered, although they had long known the inside story of the ball, but announcing their engagement at this juncture, did it mean that Marienburg was about to face the rebels?

Adams stopped what he was doing, and his gaze followed the sound, eventually resting on the Earl's sides. There stood a beautiful girl and a handsome young man.

The maiden, dressed in an intricately white gown with a light veil covering her face, looked down the podium to see Adams with the third slice of roast meat in his hands.

The girl in the white dress has a dusty beauty, the slender and smooth neck like a swan is particularly elegant against the lace of the neckline, the pale golden broken hair falls to the shoulders and gently sways with the breeze, and the charming small collarbone reveals a bit of wonderful curves.

Just as Adams wondered if the Earl had a daughter of the same name, he saw the girl glancing at himself with her big eyes, and this familiar greeting finally made Adams confirm that the lovely girl on the stage was really Mia.

Adams looked to the other side.

Of course, he couldn't make a big fuss at today's ball, and it was impossible to prepare any carriage for escape, so he could only avoid looking at the girl's gaze.

Sidmund looked like he hadn't woken up, he stood dumbly beside the Count, his slightly lowered eyes as if looking at his new leather shoes. There was an unusually blush on his face.

"Look, His Royal Highness is shy. A few of the ladies around him giggled and laughed.

Adams smiled coldly in his heart, shy, he had never seen the prince shy when he was a banshee in the woods, he looked carefully at the unusually Sidmund and always felt that something was wrong.

But what's wrong?