The lavish banquet was still in a tepid atmosphere, and the elegant aristocrats smiled and looked at the juniors active in the center of the dance floor, waiting for the official start of the banquet, each of them in their own circle, at least until the banquet was over.

"Baron Emerson, don't you want to meet the second son of the Perris family who has also been invited to this banquet?" An elderly nobleman raised his glass to Baron Emerson and gently shook the liquid in the glass, reflecting a dappled magical light.

There will always be entanglements of interests between nobles and nobles, and the banquet place is the place where this group of people 'communicates' with each other, especially the court nobles.

Hearing this, Baron Emerson turned his head slightly, looked at the old man beside him, and said with some disdain in his tone: "Hehe, Lord Wheatley, when will you care about my affairs?" ”

Then he slowly walked up to Lord Wheatley, and looked down at the wall grass that had recently leaned against the meritorious nobleman, and the gloomy look made Lord Wheatley tremble slightly.

"The banquet hasn't officially started yet, how can a wonderful performance be staged in advance!" Emerson said softly, and he wanted to reach out his right hand to pat the old man's face, but the look of disgust in his eyes flashed when he saw the wrinkled face.

"Hehe, I don't know when more and more people began to ignore the influence of the Jeffrey family in the north of the kingdom, is it the golden shield and interests that ruined your brains?" Baron Emerson looked around at the court nobles who were gradually gathering around him, and he looked carefully at them one by one, most of whom couldn't help but lower their heads.

"I think you should make a choice tonight, think it through, and if you make the wrong choice, the consequences will be unbearable."

Court nobility, also known as office nobility, usually received titles for holding a certain position in the city, or on the recommendation of a formal nobleman, usually a lord, a baron for the illustrious, and of course, a higher title in special cases.

In the express law of the Kingdom of Stoke, the nobles of the court could enjoy the special rights of the nobility in law, but they lagged far behind the nobles of blood and merit in the power of fiefdom selection, especially in the current peaceful environment, they almost lost the right to obtain fiefs.

In the box on the second floor of the main banquet hall, two nobles, one old and one young, were watching a farce on Baron Emerson's side, yes, it was just a farce for them.

"Your Royal Highness the eldest prince, you left the gate of grief this time to take a break, but it has attracted the attention of many people, and several highnesses on the royal capital are all inquiring about your news." Count Raphael smiled faintly, his well-groomed silver-gray hair hung down his shoulders, his old face could not withstand the ruthless years, only his dark eyes were still bright.

"Those clowns? Hehe, don't care. The gray cloak covered the figure, but the disdain in the words echoed in the box, and the figure known as His Royal Highness the Grand Prince slowly turned around and looked at Count Raphael in front of him. Uncle Raphael, you can consider my proposal, and if there is any news, you can send someone to inform me at any time. ”

A flash of blue light stung Count Raphael's eyes, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart, His Royal Highness the Great Prince in front of him had become more and more difficult to see, especially the strength of his body made him feel inexplicably dangerous.

"There will be a good show at tonight's banquet, about the stage play of the Perris family and the Jeffrey family, I wonder if His Royal Highness the Grand Prince is interested?" Count Raphael lowered his head and straightened his golden-white gown, and pulled away from the subject, as if he did not want to talk too much about the so-called proposal.

The silent atmosphere suddenly descended on the box, and the two were silent, and invisibly, there seemed to be an inexplicable collision in the air, chaotic and depressing.

"Uncle Raphael's strength has not regressed, and he is worthy of being a knight of the older generation, which is indeed commendable." The gray cloak was lifted slightly, revealing a trace of blue hair, and a pair of white and slender palms stretched out of the cloak, gently arranging the appearance.

"The Perris family, the second son of that guy from Brooke, Modrien Perris? I've heard of him, destroying the wolf thieves raised by the Jeffrey family, and it seems that he is still preparing to carve out territory in the Lomwall Mountains? ”

"Yes, it's that little guy, I didn't expect His Royal Highness the eldest prince to pay attention to him?" Count Raphael said in surprise, his hands behind his back, slightly bent over, no one saw that a ring on his right hand was densely cracked.

"By chance, about a month ago, Benny sent a message to the military headquarters stationed at the Gate of Sorrows, asking for permission to use the abandoned sentry post in the town of Irwindale, it seems that it was for this little fellow." His Royal Highness the eldest prince said in a light tone, and his eyes easily found Modrian's hidden figure in the banquet.

"Uncle Raphael, the banquet is almost ready to begin, otherwise some of the guests will fall to the side of the Jeffrey family, after all, the name of the Iron Thorn still resounded in the northern part of the kingdom."

"Then I won't disturb His Royal Highness the eldest prince, and I will go down to preside over the banquet first." Count Raphael straightened his collar, bowed, and slowly left the box.

When--when-when

The heavy, long bell rang in the main hall of the banquet, and the banquet, which had been filled with laughter and laughter, suddenly fell silent, and the elegant nobles looked at Count Raphael, the de facto ruler of the city of Edalas, who had stepped down the stairs with smiles.

"Welcome to all distinguished gentlemen who have taken the time to attend this banquet organized by the Harriman family, and thank you from the bottom of my heart!" Count Raphael stood on the transparent glass platform, his old face looking around, and a faint sense of majesty enveloped the banquet.

"I won't be too long-winded, tonight's banquet is just a simple exchange with each other, there are no constraints, I hope everyone has a good time!"

Warm applause resounded in the main hall of the banquet, and every nobleman was so personable, and did not hesitate to pay attention and praise to himself, as naturally as if he had rehearsed many times.

The lavish banquet officially began, the servants dressed in luxurious costumes entered the venue in an orderly manner with food and wine, the beautiful dance music played at the right time, and the noble young masters and young ladies with different identities also surrounded the elders.

In the corner where the magic light could not shine, Modrian sat at a log table, calmly watching the banquet, only his brow furrowed slightly, not long ago, he vaguely noticed that someone was watching him, but that feeling quickly disappeared.

"Huh?" Modrian looked up in front of him, and a feminine aristocratic figure approached Shi Shiran from a distance, and then sat gracefully beside him, staring at his face like a poisonous snake.