After walking through the bustling streets and the noisy crowds, Glo finally arrived at the address on the invitation, rolled over and dismounted, and stood in front of the gate of a manor. On the wall of the www.biquge.info side of the door was a clover pattern, which he knew was the coat of arms of the Escud family and the origin of the manor's name. If you count his experiences in the game in his previous life, it's not the first time he's been to this manor - he looks at the pattern, his eyes squinted, and he guesses what he might face next, based on what happened during this time and some clues in his memory.

However, the guard who walked up to him soon left him with no time to think.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

The young guard, dressed in leather armor and wearing a red and white striped blouse, asked dutifully. Although his behavior was vigilant, it was in line with proper etiquette and scale, and he looked like a noble guard who had worked for many years, rather than a temporary person.

Glo took out the invitation card from his bosom and handed it over, and the young guard immediately smiled: "My lord, please come with me." ”

After walking some distance and entrusting the little black horse to the guards, Glo began to look at everything in the manor. Nearly a hundred paces away, a tall building was brightly lit, and the light through the arched window openings illuminated the exterior walls, as well as the trees and lawns outside. Today, the night was at the end of the month and near the beginning of the month, and a full moon hung high in the night sky, and the moonlight made the scenery of the manor more clear.

Glo stared at the building, and judging from the exterior walls, the main body was stone, mixed with some wood - he knew that there was no reinforced concrete in this world, but the branches of engineering alchemy in the arcane civilization, such as "permanent solidification" and "toughness improvement technology", could allow very ordinary wood to have the performance of steel bar, and wood had a lighter weight than steel bar. Therefore, it is not uncommon to build some tall and majestic building structures with long spans with timber and stone slabs.

After taking his eyes off the building, Glo's gaze continued to sweep over, and the scene of the manor was in full view—around the building, there was a small grove, which was a number of evergreen trees that did not fall off its leaves, and seemed to have been carefully cared for, the branches were neatly trimmed, and the moonlight sprinkled through the trees in the woodland, which made people feel a little quieter than the lively atmosphere of the room. The walls that stretched from a few buildings to the periphery of the manor were dotted with large lawns, but apart from a few benches for resting, Glo didn't see much decoration.

Everything seems to be the same as in the game.

In the game, the Escud family doesn't have much of a reputation for luxury and the pursuit of pleasure. Therefore, some statues, fountains and other things that were common in the homes of some great nobles were not found in this manor for a while. This also made the bandit leader nod secretly.

In his previous life, as a pure otaku from an engineering background, Glo's appreciation of art was basically lackluster - if he was asked to evaluate the quality of a work, his most likely answer would be nothing more than "good", or "very good", if he had to say more, it would only be perfunctory "high-end atmosphere and grade, low-key luxury has connotation". All in all, he had no interest in too many works of art, and of course, if they were made of gold or sterling silver, that was a different matter.

As he walked forward, he met some strange guests on and off along the way, and he could tell from the clothes and ornaments that these guests were nobles, some were not, but judging from the way they stood and walked, most of them had very good skills.

Is it those mercenary groups?

In connection with the previous information, the leader of the bandits was wondering whether he should come forward to say hello - generally speaking, the purpose of the nobles to hold a drinking party was mostly to bond with each other, to show closeness, and to make friends with each other. But after seeing that those people only nodded to him slightly, and continued to talk to his companion on his own, he no longer had the idea of putting a hot face on a cold ass.

After a hundred or so walks, the walking time was not too long, and Glo soon came to the hall where the reception was held.

Unlike the formal banquets held by the nobles with titles, Marcuro can only be regarded as a noble child now, so this private drinking party is not very formal, and some procedures that are close to complicated etiquette are naturally omitted.

Glo came into the hall almost silently, and unlike a formal aristocratic dinner, a loud waiter appeared to announce his arrival. So, before the party had officially begun, he poured himself a glass of rum from the table, and sat down quietly in a corner.

Although he still didn't understand the purpose of Marculo's invitation, he believed that the other party could never just ask him to drink.

With the arrival of guests one after another, the moonlight is filled, the cocktail party officially begins, and the hall gradually becomes lively. In the corner where Glo was, there were a few more guests around him.

"What a boring drinking party—"

A young man with a pale face sat next to him, also holding a glass of turquoise liquor in his hand. He saw Glo turn his head and smile in a friendly way. But Glo didn't answer, and the young man smiled innocently, and quickly returned his gaze to the hall.

His eyes searched the crowd, and after a while, as if he had found some great treasure, he straightened up and walked towards the center of the hall, where a red-haired girl stood in a daze, and the owner of the party, Marcuro, was standing not far from the girl, exchanging something with a man dressed as a mercenary.

The young man's movement immediately attracted Marcoolo's attention, and he turned to see Glo with a slight greeting smile on his face. After a few words with the man beside him, Macuro walked over to Glo.

But before Marcoolo could reach where Glo was when the hall fell silent. Out of the corner of his eye, Macuro saw a skull-sized fireball shooting from behind him. But before he could react, the bandit leader jumped up from the chair as if his butt was on fire, and the fireball grazed the space above the chair and slammed into the wall, leaving a charred burn.

All of a sudden, from the originator of the fireball to Glo, the area where the two connect became the attention of the guests in the hall.

Glo smiled bitterly, the beginning and end of all this, in fact, he had already seen it in his eyes-

And at this time, the red-haired girl in the hall, her face flushed, I don't know if it was because of anger or excitement, she was holding a delicate short staff in her hand, and the jewel at the top of the short staff shone with the brilliance of the ebb tide of magic. It was clear that the fireball just now belonged to the girl's masterpiece.

"Cousin Lena!"

Marcuro shouted through gritted teeth, almost word for word. Glo could see that the host of the party was angry now, and the bulging veins on his forehead were surging violently with the rhythm of his pulse.

"What's the matter?"

The red-haired girl asked, looking back and wide-eyed. As she spoke, her eyes stole at the two victims of the attack—the pale-faced young man, who had just gotten up on the floor. Glo, on the other hand, stood beside Macoolo, staring at her face.

This also made the girl's face more rosy, from the pink cheeks covered with fine fluff to the back of the ears, completely red.

"Lena Barros?"

Glo looked at Zhang's seemingly cute face and suddenly shouted in surprise.