Dalyan walked down the streets of Wallombrae, from which he could faintly see the glorious lights of the castle, and with his eyesight, he could even see the sergeants walking with torches on the viewing balcony, like fireflies swimming on the black tower. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info that fragrant and erosive banquet must still be going on, the Marquis of Aydin should have noticed his farewell, or it won't be long before a group of Fields soldiers with their backs will come to "invite" him back. Although Dalyan's presence or absence does not matter to the banquet itself, he is still a nominal guest after all, not to mention that although Dalyan is not popular in political circles, his upright appearance and decent demeanor make him very favored by the opposite sex - Dalyan has traveled to Livingston, Fieldsway, and several important cities of the Empire, and there are many noblewomen who want to include this descendant of the old Pande royal family in their own dough, and there are also people who want to use some indiscriminate means, For example, if he was tied naked to a noblewoman's soft bed sprinkled with rose petals, Dalyan would not let him succeed - he was never a useless vase, and the blood of griffons was always in the veins of the people of the Pander family, who were born pioneers, conquerors, and rulers! But fate played a joke on him, he was born in a generation that had long since become embers in the Pande Empire, a complete pile of dead ashes, and even the most majestic king could not revive it - not because he was unable to return to heaven, but because he was unable to cook without rice. At that time, Kavala the Great started from Windholm and established a griffin adventure group to conquer the continent, with the full support of the wealthy Grande family, and there were also warriors like Samson Pendragon who guarded the city gates alone for seven days and seven nights; Osa invaded the mainland, in addition to the support of the Cubax Empire behind him, the three generals under his command who became the first consuls of the empire in the future are even more amazing and famous generals, and everyone's record will not be inferior to the current famous generals of the mountain; And Archduke Alfred was able to integrate the disintegrating Pander Empire in a short period of time, and fought against Ossa, and it was not unrelated to Quegfen's help. Dalyan may have the strategies of those three, but he does not have the resources they are blessed with. He had thought that his shady sword teacher would be his Samson Pendragon, but after he became a teacher, the sword master disappeared and Dalyan began his career as a propaganda puppet.

"Dalyan, who allowed you to come out?" A vicious and slightly impatient voice rang out behind Dalyan, and at the same time a greasy hand had fallen on his shoulder, leaving a heavy smell on Dalyan's clothes, and the owner of that hand seemed to have eaten with a roast leg of lamb without washing his hands. Darian turned slowly, and through the faint starlight, he could see the face of the visitor: Fieldsway's first-class warrior, the captain of the Marquis of Airy's personal guard, and the Furstad known as the "Brute Hammer", was also the one who tied Dalyan to Wallombrai in the first place.

"Lord Marquis has a few cousins who want to see you, hurry up and go back with me!" Furstad's mouth spewed a strong smell of wine, and he looked at Dalyan with a look in his eyes that was not good. He had drunk to the bitter end with a few of his friends, but he was sent by the Marquis of Airy to the streets where the cold wind was howling to find someone, and his heart was already holding back the fire in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that the sisters of the Marquis of Airy, who were five feet tall and had a waist circumference of five feet, cherished Dalyan's face, he would have been punched up a long time ago.

Dalyan looked at Furstad's face stained with food scraps and shrugged, "Let's go." ”

Dalyan followed Furstad into the hall, the gluttonous revelry was drawing to a close, Dalyan's return went unnoticed, and the thoughtful nobles were preoccupied with provoking the handsome maids around them, while the servants were scrambling to clean up the messy table. Darian walked past the fluttering of his clothes, past the wheezing of men and women, until he came to the seat of the Marquis of Airy, beside whom sat several bloated women, and fine beads of sweat continued to fall from their powdered faces, despite the fan-wielding servants fanning the wind behind him. Seeing Dalyan, they stood up directly, ignoring their fat buttocks and squeezing over the chair with a "clang", and their eyes glowed with joy.

"Dalyan, these are my sisters, you go and sleep with them for a few days, and you have to serve them comfortably." Marquis Airy slowly picked his teeth with a slender fishbone, "When they get tired of you, you can go." ”

Dalyan laughed, his smile was proper, but the laughter was rude, even with a hint of sarcasm. Darian gradually stopped laughing and looked at Marquis Airy: "Is this the hospitality of Lord Marquis?" ”

"What do you mean?" Marquis Airy slapped the table lightly, "Where am I treating you well?" You are my brother's guest, and my sisters are vying for you to sleep, to eat, to wear, and to have women, what are you not satisfied with? An ugly smile appeared on his face, "Besides, what qualifications do you have to treat me hospitable?" Is it with a spurious pedigree, or is it a cheap ring? ”

A mutilated hand reached in front of the Marquis of Airy, his index finger severed, the wound was still bleeding, and Dalyan looked at the Marquis of Airy with a smile: "I am not talking to you now as a descendant of the old Pande royal family, but in the name of Sir Pander Dalyan. I solemnly refuse your rude request. ”

Marquis Airy glanced at Dalyan disdainfully, as if he was too lazy to take care of the young man's sudden sharp pride: "Furstad." ”

"In!"

"Stripped this kid naked and sent him to my sister's bed." Marquis Airy said slowly, he was very fond of deliberately suppressing the speed of his speech, as if it would make his cruelty and ruthlessness seem untouchable. He glanced at Dalyan, hoping to find a trace of humiliation, a trace of anger, and a trace of helplessness from the young man's face, but he was disappointed, Dalyan just smiled calmly, as if the Marquis of Airy's ultimatum just now was just a breeze that swept through his ears, so the smile became more and more hateful in the eyes of the Marquis of Airy, he slapped the table heavily, and his tone became manic: "Do it!" ”

Poof!

A strong hand clasped his head and slammed his face into the scraps on the table, juice splashing. Furstad's frightened and angry roar rang in his ears, what was going on? Marquis Airy's mind was confused, I was just put into the plate face down by that vase-like kid?

He was furious, raised his head with struggle, and roared, "Pender Dalyan, how dare you—poof! His face kissed the cold, sticky soup again, and his nose seemed to be shattered by the hard bottom of the plate, and the smell of blood mixed in with him, making him want to gause.

"Lord Marquis, please don't trample on the dignity of the griffin family at will." Darian pressed Marquis Airy's head tightly, his tone still calm and calm, and even his smile was as gentle as before.