The ornate carriage slowly entered Harriman Castle, and finally stopped in front of a brightly lit building with tiles and vermilions, which was already crowded with people and all sorts of luxurious carriages parked on the road.

Modrian followed Baron Benny out of the car, turned his head slightly, and looked at the streets on both sides of Harriman Castle and around the corner, a decent gentleman and nobleman holding his female companion and walking slowly, all with the same smiling expression, or talking, or whispering and discussing, pretending to be elegant and a little funny.

"Little one, you seem to be a little uncomfortable? Is it nervousness? Baron Benny said with a smile. Just keep smiling, it's just a friendly exchange between nobles. ”

"I hate too much etiquette." Modrian said casually, but he still followed Baron Benny's words, straightening up his body in a black gentleman's suit, with an elegant smile on his melancholy face, from jerky to skillful, according to the movements in memory.

"Hehe, it's exactly the same as that guy from Brooke, and so did he back then." Baron Benny couldn't help but smile when he heard Modrian's complaints, and he followed Modrian's gaze to the door of the Western-style main hall. "Why, little one, do you need a female companion to accompany you?"

More than a dozen beautiful girls in revealing dresses are crowded at the entrance of the resplendent main hall, and they are unleashing their charm to every guest who can enter the main hall, sometimes smiling to show their delicate looks, sometimes bowing down to show their sexy figures.

"No, I don't need a female companion. I'm just curious who these people are? Modrian had a strange look, he had heard a lot of interesting news about it in his previous life.

"A group of poor fellows who want to enter this aristocratic gathering and step into the high life they have always dreamed of." Baron Benny said softly, but the disgust and dislike in his words were unmistakable.

"Really? That's really pathetic. Modrian said slowly with some hesitation, the so-called high society is really not as beautiful as imagined, and it is far less important than your ordinary life, but everyone has their own different pursuits, and you can't force others to have the same thoughts as you.

"Let's go, Dodd and your men will have someone specially arranged, let's go to the main hall first." Baron Benny turned to Modrian, and then he stepped forward and led Modrian past the poor fellows into the golden main hall.

"Baron Benny, welcome!" Next to the transparent glass door, an old butler with white hair was bowing to Baron Benny, his tone was heartily happy.

Baron Benny nodded and put his right hand on his chest and said with a smile: "Butler Atley, I didn't expect to trouble you to welcome guests tonight!" ”

The identity of the old man in front of him made him have to pay attention, Atley George, the old butler of Harriman Castle, has served the Harriman family for decades, is gentle, extremely good at management, and is the most trusted person of Count Raphael.

"Baron Benny, please come in, the banquet is about to begin, and many of your old friends have already arrived early." Butler Atley guided Baron Benny to the banquet, and as he left, a young butler took his place and took his place, taking care of the next task of welcoming the guests.

The dappled magic lights illuminated the main banquet hall, the silver tableware was neatly placed on the dining table, the gorgeous candlesticks burned flickering candles, the warm fireplace dispelled the winter cold, and the nobles also formed small circles with each other, chatting and laughing with each other scattered throughout the main hall.

Modrian followed behind Baron Benny, and the corner of his eye looked at this banquet belonging to the nobility, compared to the outside, the number of nobles here was much rarer, the smile on his face was more sincere, and the ceremonial posture was more elegant and noble, seemingly harmonious and friendly.

But he still found a subtle difference, the elegant aristocrats vaguely divided the main banquet hall into three areas, except for a few people who would sometimes toast with others, and most of the nobles were basically in their own circles.

"Little guy, now you represent the Perris family, you must pay attention to your words and deeds, you are a meritorious nobleman, although the current Perris family can also be regarded as a bloodline noble." Baron Benny spoke slowly, the smile on his face still the same, and his words did not care about the butler Atley in front of him, and there was some warning to Modrian.

"Don't get involved with the court nobles, oh, by the way, you can't get involved with the court nobles of Edalas City, Baron Emerson can be regarded as one of the faces of the court nobles of Edalas City."

"Uncle Benny, I know how to measure." Modrian knew his situation, the so-called struggle for the power of the upper nobles was not something he could participate in now, and he came to the nobles party this time just to be curious about the aristocratic life of the Stoke Kingdom.

"Well, then you can go around, the banquet will start in a while, I want to meet some old friends first!" Baron Benny patted Modrian on the back and said, then walked towards a few familiar friends not far away, and Butler Atli didn't know when he had left.

Modrian touched his slightly hungry stomach, took some food from the long dining table, and left the place where the magic light was bright, he would not communicate with the noble young masters and young ladies who were active on the banquet dance floor, those were uncertain factors, far less comfortable than hiding in the corner of the banquet and tasting food.

"Modrien Perris?"

Just as he was swallowing the delicate and delicious snack, a questioning voice came from behind him, and Modrian slowly turned around and looked at the handsome brown-haired young man in front of him. "May I ask who you are?"

"Your brother Kadir and I are classmates at the Royal Capital Knight Academy, and we used to see you at Perris Castle, but you were quite introverted and timid, and afraid of strangers." The brown-haired young man looked at Modrian with interest. "I didn't expect to hear your name again, it turned out to be to destroy the wolf thief jackdaw."

"However, for your sake, to remove the cancer from Edalas City, and to tell you the latest news, Baron Emerson has recruited a powerful vassal knight to teach you a profound lesson at tonight's banquet." The brown-haired young man picked out a piece of pink snack from Modrian's cutlery and chewed it carefully, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"I'm waiting for the curtain to begin, oh yes, remember my name, Lambert Betty Harriman, and I hope you'll appreciate my reminder after tonight."

Stiffly watching Lambert disappear into the banquet dance floor, the cold sweat behind Modrian's back stained the lining, in the extremely strong conversation just now, he didn't have the slightest chance to speak, because the other party was a senior knight, exuding an aura that suppressed him, and he had no ability to resist.

"Lambert Betty Harriman, I once heard your name, the genius knight defeated by my brother and the eldest grandson of Count Raphael, is now here to 'help' me?" Modrian licked his dry lips and silently swallowed the remaining food in his mouth, his lowered eyes revealing a look of amusement.