Chapter 134: Mr. Bran
At night, the Duke of Norrington's castle is brightly lit, different from the architectural style of the northern castle, the top of the castle in Tallinn does not have a towering spire, but most of them are flat-roofed, which is more rough and primitive than the imperial city.
Bran, who was holding the invitation, was respectfully welcomed into the hall by the servant standing at the door to greet him.
A banquet was being held in the castle, and the owner of the castle was celebrating the seventeenth birthday of his only daughter, and most of the people who could attend the banquet were nobles or young talents, and it was rumored that the Duke of Norrington wanted to take this opportunity to choose a future husband for his daughter.
This made all the young people in Tallinn raise their spirits, everyone knew that the Duke of Norrington had the right to rule the eastern part of the Tieliu Kingdom, and held a strong army and a large area of land, if he could win his favor, then the future would naturally be bright.
And most importantly, the Duke of Norrington had no sons, and his only successor was his daughter.
Lena Norrington.
In other words, if anyone is lucky enough to marry Linna, then after the death of the Duke of Norrington, everything in the Norrington family will become his.
This made everyone secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and it could be seen that all the young nobles were carefully dressed and looked radiant in appearance, in order to make a good impression on the Duke of Norrington.
And the Duke of Norrington also attached great importance to this banquet, which can be seen from the bright red carpet in the hall.
This carpet comes from the far south and is staggeringly expensive, with rumors of more than 1,000 silver coins per square meter.
Moreover, even the lowliest guards and servants wore new gold silk uniforms, which were not gold threads dyed with some kind of dye, but real gold.
The walls of the castle are decandelabras with silver backgrounds, shaped like branches, and the bottom is inlaid with emerald green gemstones.
"This kind of taste always makes me feel like I am facing nouveau riche. Bran shook his head slightly, he didn't really like the dΓ©cor in Norrington Castle, and he had a desperate desire to show off.
It's like a poor person who suddenly gets rich, for fear that others won't know that I'm rich.
Aristocratic temperament is something that needs to be accumulated, and blind imitation cannot learn that taste.
In the corner of the hall, a band plays a gentle tune, waiters carry porcelain plates full of food and red wine through the crowd, and on a round table in the center of the hall are roasted whole lamb and suckling pig.
Before the protagonist of the banquet appeared, Bran found a seat for himself and beckoned to the waiter.
After picking up a glass of wine, Bran took the glass in his hand and shook it gently.
Even red wine is not a favorite taste.
Bran sighed lightly, I don't know if it's because of the climate, the wine made from the grapes of the East always feels that something is missing, which makes Bran a little disappointed in the pursuit of a very high quality of life, if you live in this kind of place in the future, then the first thing to change is your own living habits.
The Norrington family seems to be a less elegant guy.
Bran glanced at the roast sheep and suckling pig on the table, and at least let the chef cut them into slices or small pieces before serving them, or let the servants wait.
Is it possible that on such occasions, the guests attending the banquet should be allowed to cut these large pieces of meat with their own hands, and then grab the oily face of the food in their hands?
It's hard to imagine.
For the first time, Bran felt the huge cultural differences, could it be that Easterners just like to be rough?
Well, I thought about this before going to the banquet, and I didn't come here for the big piece of Duoying.
Most of the nobles who came to the banquet were natives of Tallinn City, and their families knew each other well, and before the banquet began, most of the young people gathered together to talk, and laughed from time to time.
And Bran, who had never appeared in Tallinn, was naturally noticed.
"Do you know the young man sitting in the corner?" Wren Roman pointed in the direction of Bran with his chin and whispered to his companion, "I don't think I've ever seen him before." β
Tarot glanced in the direction indicated by Wren, looked at Bran carefully for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know at all, maybe it's the heir of a small family." β
"It's good to have a small family, it's good to have a small family!" Wren breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This little white face is really beautiful, and it is the type that is very pleasing to girls." β
"Why, are you worried that Miss Lena will take a fancy to him and ignore you?" Tarot smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I don't think you have to worry about this at all. β
"Why?" Wren frowned.
"Because even without him, Miss Lena wouldn't like your bearded man who looks like a farmer. β
"Damn, you've never said a good word since you spoke!" Wren punched Tarot angrily and said angrily, "Originally, I didn't expect Miss Linna to have a good impression of me, I am still very self-aware, and I just want to be familiar with the Duke in front of the Duke." β
"But you're different, as far as I know, you're here to attend this banquet with the purpose of marrying Miss Lina, right?" Wren winked at Tarot and said, "Man, I think you still have a good chance of success, after all, you once served as a royal guard, and you are definitely good in appearance, and you can also match Miss Lina in terms of family background." β
"Wheel talent, in terms of martial arts, no one in the hall can compare to you. β
"If you are really chosen by the Duke, remember to promote me. Wren hooked Tarot's neck, "We grew up together, and you can't forget this friendship." β
"It's too early to say that," Tarot said, though he was excited in his heart, but his face still showed a breezy look, and he straightened up the folded neckline, Miss Lina was about to come out, and he wanted to make a perfect first impression on her.
There was a sudden commotion at the end of the crowd, drawing everyone's attention.
The protagonist of today's feast, Lina Norrington, was slowly approached from the end of the hall surrounded by a group of sisters.
"Oh my God, it's beautiful. β
"Miss Lina is really an angel from heaven to Tallinn......"
"I am grateful to God for the gift of allowing me to meet such a beautiful girl. β
Words of praise like this poured out from the crowd.
Tarot took a deep breath, but when he saw Miss Lina walking in his direction, he suddenly felt a little flustered.
Could it be that Miss Lina has noticed me?
He lifted his spirits, trying to make his smile more pleasant, and he even thought about the tone of his words to Miss Lina.
"Man, you're in luck, Miss Lina is heading this way!" Wren patted Tarot's shoulder excitedly.
"You've messed up my clothes!" Tarot reminded in a low voice.
Miss Lena is getting closer.
Five meters.
Three meters.
Two meters.
One meter.
Tarot smiled and took a step forward.
"Miss Linna, it's ......" Tarot held out his right hand.
But the expected scene did not happen, and his fingertips only touched the faintly scented hem of the skirt.
A silent thunderclap exploded in Tarot's mind, and he stiffened his head, only to see that Lina didn't stop in front of him at all, but walked directly towards the young man in the corner of the hall.
"I'm really glad you came, Mr. Bran!"