The waiting time is always extra slow, and the annoyance keeps coming.

As a last resort, Modrian dodges the so-called high-class banquets held by many speculators on the grounds of illness, and spends a leisurely time at the Blue Strawberry Hotel, while also waiting for an invitation from Harriman Castle.

It was still the night in the last winter, the bleak cold wind reflected the deeper and deeper inky night sky, and the faint moonlight dotted the winter streets.

The thriving city of Edalas awakens like a giant beast in the night, and the elegant carriages flow through the streets endlessly, and the carved heraldry emblem shows the status of the nobility.

Modrian didn't choose to go to Harriman Castle with Uncle Benny this time, and he wanted to keep a low profile as much as possible in the midst of the surging dark tide, at least during the aftermath of the battle that ended in the town of Irwindale, so he decided to go to the banquet early.

An ordinary horse-drawn carriage walked through the night and drove by Bobby through the city of Edalas smoothly and quickly, and the charming scenery in the night seemed to be fleeting.

The road was peaceful, with the occasional occasional ornate carriage passing by, all of which seemed to be heading towards the banquet grounds of Harriman Castle, and were unhindered until they entered the castle, passing through it with ease.

"Sorry, my lord, for a routine check."

In front of the thick and ancient Harriman Castle, the castle guards in silver armor intercepted the carriage, the voice of calm security sounded, and the cold light blade in his hand was slightly tilted, reflecting a faint moonlight.

"Hmm, is it here?" Feeling the carriage slowly stop, Gulagas woke up from his slumber, rubbed his confused eyes, and asked.

He had heard that there would be a gluttonous feast held by the upper class today, so he deliberately nourished his spirits and prepared to taste the wine of the ancient kiln treasured by the aristocracy.

"It's time to get off, Gulagas." Modrian reluctantly said that for the temper of these heroes, without violating normal morals and orders, he usually focuses on tolerance, and personality is the hero label.

"Yes, my lord."

The fat and strong body slowly got up, and Gulagas easily jumped out of the carriage with the wooden wine barrel he carried, but fortunately he hired a six-wheeled carriage, otherwise he really couldn't withstand Gulagas's jumping action.

Sonorous!

A ray of cold light came out of the sheath, and the castle guards who were on guard suddenly saw a huge figure jumping off the carriage, and subconsciously pulled out the sword blade at his waist and held it horizontally in front of him.

"Lord Modrian?" The voice of hesitation came from the ten-captain of the castle guard, who saw the strange and familiar figure that had stepped out behind the huge figure.

"You know me?" When Modrian heard of it, he didn't seem to have seen this person in his memory.

The Captain Ten motioned to his subordinates to put away his sword, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "I followed Young Master Lambert to Fort Digwo, and I was fortunate enough to meet you. ”

"Lambert." Modrian smiled as he thought back to his friend, who had gone to the Favercard Empire, known as the Lionheart, and didn't know what was going on now.

"Butler Atli specially instructed that if you are coming, please move to the main hall of the banquet." The ten-master motioned for a young and beautiful housekeeper waiting at the city gate to come quickly, and explained at the same time.

"You are one of the most important guests of the Harriman family, and you will be guided by Meforna to guide you to your destination."

Hearing this, Modrian smiled, didn't say anything, and followed the housekeeper in front of him into Harriman Castle.

The dappled magic lights shone on Harriman Castle, and as I walked along the road, I didn't see much of the surrounding scenery, all attracted by the slightly upturned and swaying peaches in front of me, the beautiful back swayed and bewildered, and the intoxicating fragrance blew on the nose of Modrian, a very beautiful housekeeper, who had undergone highly trained etiquette and temptation.

It's a pity that he can still endure this temptation, he has been with Cana all the year round, he has a certain immunity to beauty, and the housekeeper in front of him is far inferior to Cana's stunning appearance.

After entering the main banquet hall, Modrian looked for a quiet corner, ignoring the delicate and charming eyes of the housekeeper, which was the same as the beautiful girls at the gate of the castle who wanted to step into high society with their beauty, except that she had a convenient 'coat', but it didn't change that they were still a group of poor guys.

Due to the early arrival, the banquet hall was not yet ready, and many handsome and dashing waiters were carefully arranging the silver cutlery, lighting the bright red candles on the ornate candlesticks, and adding firewood to the warm fireplace.

However, the rich food has been prepared in advance, and the four corners of the banquet hall are dazzlingly arranged, and the smell of fragrant fragrance fills the air.

Modrian was not polite, with salivating Bobby and the glittering eyes of Gulagas to find a dark and quiet corner, and then methodically picked up plates of food from the banquet table, unsealed the spirits, and feasted on them.

As the night darkens, the moonlight moves westward.

In the sound of beautiful dance music, the guests in the main hall of the banquet became more and more numerous, most of them were a group of elegant, well-dressed young girls, they either brought their own dance partners, or searched for their favorite targets, or under the arrangement of the elders in the family, they walked into the dance floor in pairs, like delicate and charming butterflies dancing.

Modrian in the corner took in all this, and he especially remembered that he was very envious of these aristocratic boys and girls who exuded youthful hormones, and wanted to show his style like them.

Now it seems that it is somewhat ridiculous.

Compared with the flowers that still live under the protection of their elders and in the greenhouses, the fate he has experienced is also a situation that is out of place now.

Yes, in this aristocratic banquet, Modrian strongly felt a strange atmosphere that could not be blended into, those smiling nobles and elegant manners would always inadvertently sweep this corner and sweep them to enjoy the food.

Fear, disgust, fear, envy, hatred!

All kinds of different gazes, varied, seemed so real, but they didn't dare to approach, as if they were hiding from something.

"How? Do you feel the boredom of the banquet? ”

A familiar voice came from the right, and Modrian turned his head to look at it, a smile on his fair face. "When did you come back?"

"I just came back, no matter how wonderful it is outside, it doesn't have the kindness of hometown." The brown-haired young man motioned for Gulagas to look to the side, and then he lay down on the soft seat, staring at Modrian.

"On the way back, I heard about your great name, the Great Knight, Lord of Valoran, and the destruction of the Northern Temple of Power, which is a bit unbelievable."

Modrian raised his glass to interrupt the words of the young man in front of him, and said with a smile: "It's all the result of hard work, you are not bad, two years to step into the realm of a great knight." ”

"At least my 'elder brother', the praised Tianjiao figure still stops at the knight!"

"The outside world is big and exciting!" Lambert took a sip of the spirits and looked at the youthful young girls on the dance floor, his tone filled with memories.

"I learned a lot from this trip to the Favercard Empire. Of course, it's a bit of a no-brainer compared to you. ”

Modrian raised an eyebrow, he was very interested in what Lambert said about the Favercard Empire, as Lambert said, the outside world is big, and sooner or later he will step onto the world stage.

The next two friends who haven't seen each other for a long time nested in this corner, talking freely, talking about their lives, chatting about the things they encountered, and discussing some problems in strength. {At this point, Lambert is mostly asking, and Modrian replies, and with his current strength, the identities of the two are reversed.} }