Chapter 64: The Constantine family never comes to the table

Under the gorgeous spotlight, the beautiful and dazzling gorgeous costumes, the elegant and noble aristocracy, these symbols of the most beautiful things hide a lot of ugliness and darkness that are difficult to summarize in words. Every aristocratic banquet with a pleasant atmosphere, the nobles who held it will use one hundred and twenty hearts to ensure the safety of these nobles participating in the banquet, there are not a few nobles who have been assassinated because of the banquet on the Valoran continent, and there are countless nobles who have gone from friends to hostility because of the banquet assassination.

There is no nobleman who can smile unbridled in the middle of a banquet and pray to God that tonight will end safely.

Svein didn't like to attend boring aristocratic banquets, but he was forced to follow this rule due to political circumstances. Now Svein is one of the most eye-catching figures in the Noxian Empire, and many people secretly wonder whether His Excellency Svein, who has been in the political arena for more than ten years and has a high reputation in the army, can wear that gorgeous golden robe and wear the crown of power that symbolizes the supremacy of the Noxian Empire?

Now there is a fact in front of the noxus in the Noxian Empire, the crown of the throne that has been vacant for half a century, with the death of Burnham, the stumbling block that dominated the Noxian Empire for half a century, for the first time it is very clearly placed in front of the nobility of the Noxian Empire.

In the face of power, no one can still maintain the state of calm water. In the face of that certain crown, no one can maintain the same emotions and mood as a stone. Comodoro, the patriarch of the Bacon family, could not, neither could Kande Roosevelt, the ruler of the Rotonschild family, nor could Amiphoros, the patriarch of the Constantine family!

Neither can Svein, nor can Princess Kiris!

Anyone who wears that magnificent and noble crown will inevitably be stained with the blood of some pretenders.

The banquet was held by the Konstantin family, which has always been low-key in the political arena, which surprised Svein, who attended the banquet, as the most famous and intelligent family on the Valoran continent. The unruly and arrogant family that can make Pekoski, who has the famous vampire family of Noxus, restrain his unruly and arrogant family, will never personally intervene in the power of the Noxian Empire.

The Constantine family has always believed in the motto: the Constantine family never comes to the table.

Perhaps the Konstantin family, like politicians, makes appropriate investments in some potential guys, but definitely does not put their eggs in one basket. Give everything for investors? Joke, such a person is not a member of the clever and wise family of Konstantin!

Because of the tradition of the Constantine family, the Constantine family has not been able to control the same powerful power in the Noxian Empire as the Bacon family, but in the Noxian Empire, the Constantine family is a transcendent family. A family that even Noxus the Great had to show meekness and respect!

Some ancient nobles never dare to forget one thing, although the Constantine family belongs to the Noxian Empire, there is not only one Constantine family on the Valoran continent, and the powerful Constantine family is the top ten famous god-given families in the past, this behemoth beyond the country is enough to despise anyone.

"An olive branch?" Attending this seemingly ordinary banquet, Svein couldn't help but think in his mind. The olive branch of the Constantine family is indeed a temptation that is difficult for anyone to refuse.

Svein, who had a good understanding of the traditions of the Constantine family, did not believe that the Constantine family would believe that he would be able to sit on the throne and carry the crown, which symbolized supreme power. It is quite possible that this member of the Constantine family, while serving himself with sincerity and sincerity, did the same thing to Her Royal Highness Princess Kiris? Who knows?

A family can stretch for hundreds of years. For thousands of years, nature has not had its own way of survival! Svein never doubted this, so even when he was talking and laughing with Heinsh, the veteran of the Constantine family, who was twenty years older than him and wore a black high hat that had long been outdated, he secretly reminded himself: I am just a pawn of the Constantine family's Xuanzong.

The protagonist of this banquet was obviously Svein, and in addition to Khesvein, the other dozens of guests invited by the Constantine family were some young talents from the Noxian Empire, although the Constantine family presided over the banquet. The woman who was already eighty years old and considered an old immortal did not remind her of this. But how could Esvein's shrewdness and wisdom not be seen?

"It deserves to be the brains of the Konstantin family!" Looking at the person in front of him, it looked like he could die at any moment. An old man whose body was like withering, but whose eyes were bright and bright, Svein couldn't help but sigh softly.

The growth of a nobleman needs to go through four stages, unqualified, qualified, excellent, and perfect! There is a nobleman with a unique talent who may only need to go through three stages: qualified, excellent, and perfect! However, most of the nobles can only stop at the stage of excellence.

Looking at the old man in front of him, who looked like he could be blown down by a gust of wind, Svein couldn't help but think of the word perfect. Who would have thought that this old man, who had a high position in the Konstantin family, only inferior to his genius brother, was an idiot and girl, this old man who wanted to be the wife of General Burnham. With the passage of time, he gradually became a giant that almost everyone looked up to.

Svein respectfully spoke to the old man about the trite dogmas and the religious texts of the Holy See that the nobles of the day absolutely did not want to hear.

Religion? It's a word that is deeply rooted in people's hearts, but it's definitely not a word that every nobleman wants to mention. Except for the god-like pope who sat high in the sun and wore a golden robe. That was only an expression of awe of the Inquisition, which kept the nobility secret.

Some aristocrats of some ages have rarely read the "Hand of God", "Castle in the Sky", "Apocalypse of Light", and "Teachings", which are heavyweight, obscure classics of the Holy See, and the aristocracy is a rare class of religious personnel who join the Holy See and become an ordinary black priest or white priest.

Become a knight and chase the footsteps of power, this is what every nobleman is most willing to do! And to become a priest and want to become the center of power in the Noxian Empire, without thirty or forty years of hard work, how can you put on that gorgeous overarch's robe, and how can you put on that symbolic sacred red robe? ?

The aristocracy, who knew all this very well, would not be as busy as the commoners, and although they believed in the gods, they would never join the religion. This was the common choice of almost all nobles.

However, the old man of the House of Constantine, who was considered an antique, talked to Svein about an outlier among the nobility, an outlier born in the Rotonchild family who had gone to become a monk archpriest.

However, the old man, who was known for his profound meanness, did not reveal his disdain for the heir of the Rotonchilde family, but said in a deep tone: "Perhaps in another ten or twenty years, the Rotonchild family, which has been a politician and a general, will have a pious priest wearing a cardinal archbishop's robe!" ”

Svein smiled and nodded in response.

Patton sat straight and stiff at the banquet table, glancing at an indifferent and handsome young man standing straight in the dark corner of the banquet that could not be illuminated by the ornate crystal lamps.

Patton, who had always been rude and savage in the eyes of some nobles, looked with a slightly cunning look at the young man who had once stood under the ornate crystal lamps in the Cathedral of Egustín to receive the Order of Iron Oak, the highest honor of the Noxian Empire.

Naturally, he knew this guy with the smell of iron and blood - Rommel! In fact, this guy was a comrade-in-arms who had unified with him into the Demacian Empire, but it was only a short period of two months, and the two ended this short-lived combat friendship.

"I'm afraid this genius tactician is still in a bad mood because of the matter in the Kumon Forest!" Barton muttered to himself.

Rommel's fiasco in the Kumon Forest and his fiasco in the Land of Poison caused shock among the upper class of Noxus, but the equally optimistic Barton laughed at this incident, even if others used this sentence to mock him for not being worthy of the Iron Oak Medal on his chest, Barton was able to retort in a calm tone: "Perhaps you can say to the respected General Du Kekao that he is not worthy of the identity of the Imperial Army, he did not have a Waterloo in Ferreljord!"

Provocation? No one dared to provoke General Du Kekao.

Basically, this daring guy said this, and no one dared to argue with this guy anymore.

Patton didn't like the staggered and hypocritical scene of the aristocratic banquet, but this time it was invited by the noble family of Constantine, and he swore that it was a special banquet, so Patton came.

The banquet was a special one, as the servant who had invited him to the banquet had said.

Looking at the banquet that was different from the chatter of the aristocratic banquet, most of the people at this banquet, except for Svein, who was chatting with Heins, who was in charge of organizing the banquet, whispered or looked at the old man with a golden cane in awe.

You must know that this old man is one of the most vocal, qualified and promising people in the Noxian Empire to sit on the throne that symbolizes the power of Noxus!

Patton looked at Svein deeply, his eyes respectful, but not adoring, and there was even a touch of aggression in his wild eyes, who can guarantee that I will not be more powerful by this Svein general in the future?

Standing up, Barton did not look at Svein, who was a very conspicuous and dazzling existence no matter where he was, but picked up two glasses of red wine and looked at Rommel who was lonely and lonely and stood in the dark corner of the banquet spotlight, watching the whole banquet coldly.

"Rommel, this seems to be the second official meeting between me and you, right?" Barton said with a smile as he handed Rommel the wine. (To be continued.) )