Two weeks later, a grand banquet was held at Ivy Manor, attended by many of the local nobles of Kent, including Viscount Salk and Viscount Merrilon. Only the Luo Yanta family declined the invitation on the pretext that Lord Lord was seriously ill, and the little Luo Yanta was too busy with many affairs in the territory to come.

Of course, the nobles were well aware of the essence of the gathering, which was nominally intended to welcome Sir Ensberg's brief return. Even, some good people have turned up the topic of the popular "saddest person in Kent" a few years ago, to "hold the grievances" for this poor guy who is about to be kicked out of the door forever by the family.

"Moriarty, are you really going to give up like that?" He had not been masked for several years, but the pearl of Salk became more and more charming, and a pair of eyes as pure and translucent as the turquoise sea water were cast on the mage's face, as if sighing.

"It's not about giving up, it's just a trade-off." Moriarty smiled. Originally, as the protagonist of the banquet, he was supposed to go with the baron to greet the guests. But now that the big thing has been decided, there is no need to spend any time on over-embellishment. Moreover, with the Baroness and his young son Lazio by his side, Moriarty did not want to destroy this "harmony".

"Trade-offs? You just can't bear that boring place in the snow and ice? Or is it reluctant to give up your fiancée? Mathil snorted softly, a flash of anger flashing across her fair face, but then she was hidden again.

"I'm sorry, Marty."

For some of Martiel's thoughts, Moriarty naturally knows. Although they have been separated by thousands of miles in the past few years, the communication between the two has never been interrupted. And according to the tradition of the Elasian nobility, at the age of Salk Pearl, he should have been engaged or even married a long time ago. However, no matter how numerous and excellent the young nobles who pursued Matiel, she never showed special favor to anyone. In this regard, Viscount Salk did not even urge, but let his daughter continue to "choose slowly".

"You don't have to, my business has nothing to do with you." Facing Moriarty's apologetic eyes, Salk Pearl became a little uncomfortable. As a reserved and noble Viscountess, Matiel did not allow herself to be looked down upon or likely to be looked down upon by others, including Moriarty.

"How's your flower room? Is that Hanover okay? Not wanting to dwell too much on this difficult subject, Moriarty immediately turned the conversation around and took two glasses of white wine from the waiter's hand and handed them to Matiel.

"Yes, just this year in my rose garden I have managed to grow two lilac sword-petaled roses. If I have a qiē shun lì, next year I will be able to collect enough purple rose petals to make some special flower tea for you. Hearing Moriarty ask about this, Matyr smiled proudly: "As for the pony, it was borrowed by my father three years ago, and I haven't returned it yet." Speaking of this, Salk Pearl sighed even more exaggeratedly, with a helpless face.

"Honey, what are you saying bad things about me to Moriarty?" At this moment, Viscount Salk's voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them.

Moriarty immediately turned around, only to see the old man who had not changed at all looking at him with a smile. And behind him, is Charlie, the Knight of the Round Table.

"Greetings, Lord Viscount; Hello, Charlie Knight. Moriarty saluted the two.

"It's been a long time, I heard Martiel say that you became an official mage, but I didn't expect that you have reached the second level in just a few years." Viscount Salk pointed to the silver star on Moriarty's chest and complimented.

"It's still a long way off, so I'll be back in Bracada again soon." Moriarty smiled and said humbly. …,

"And your martial arts have also improved, which is very rare." Charlie glanced at Moriarty and said in a deep voice.

"I hope it can be improved in the future." Facing the gaze of the Knights of the Round Table, Moriarty had no possibility of hiding his warrior rank at all, so he generously admitted.

"It's Marty's birthday next month and I'm going to throw a birthday ball for her at Windsor Castle. Remember to prepare a good gift, so that you don't get compared to other young people. The old man suddenly smiled and said again.

"Yes, I'll do my best." Moriarty looked into the old man's eyes, not understanding the other party's intentions for a while, but he immediately agreed. As for Moriarty's answer, Salk Pearl on the side also smiled slightly.

"Moriarty, let me introduce you, this is Viscount Merrilon." At this moment, Baron Ensberg suddenly led a slightly bald nobleman in a fancy dress to slowly walk to the side of several people.

"It's a pleasure for you to meet you, Lord Marylan, and I'm Moriarty. Ensberg. "This is the first time a mage has seen Viscount Merrilon's deity.

"Hello, Moriarty. I've heard your name years ago. I am glad to have such a wonderful young man in Kent. After the other party finished saluting, Viscount McIllan slowly waved the golden cane in his hand and said.

As rumored, the viscount was a rather stern old-school aristocrat, imbued with the majesty and arrogance of his superiors in his gestures, in stark contrast to Salk's military style.

"Thank you for the compliment." Moriarty bowed lightly again without being rude.

"Yes." McIllan nodded slightly in satisfaction, then looked at Moriarty's mage robe and the two silver stars, and then said, "I heard that you are already a second-level mage?" ”

"Yes."

"Very well, the birth of a true mage profession among the nobles is a testament to the nobility and greatness of the noble lineage of Kent and even the Kingdom of Erathia. In the past, some foreigners with ulterior motives slandered us as martial artists who only knew how to fight. However, today's appearance of Moriarty is the best counter to this fallacy. ”

Clearly, Viscount Merriren was a thorough bloodline supremacist. And his high-pitched remarks immediately won the applause of some other nobles next to him. However, many people applauded, but secretly glanced at Baron Ensberg's expression, hoping to read something different, such as vacillation, regret, or helplessness. Throughout, however, the baron was just smiling, perfectly smiling.

"So, be bold and go down your path. With continuous growth and progress, let those boring voices shut up forever. Viscount Merrilan accepted the applause of the surrounding nobles with an expressionless face, and then said loudly: "If Moriarty you need anything, you can come to me at any time." My magic advisor, Mr. Johnson, is a fourth-level mage. I think Mr. Johnson can answer a lot of questions about magic. ”

With that, McClillan turned to the side and pointed to a white-haired old man behind him. Like Moriarty, the old man wore a mage robe, which was brand new, but it was just ordinary clothing, with no magic effects attached. At the lower end of his neckline, there are four somewhat old silver stars. I don't know if it's because they've been rubbed by their owners for too long, these silver stars look a little dark, and even some scratches and breaks on individual corners.

In fact, through the sense of magic power, Moriarty had already noticed the mage behind Merrilan. However, due to the fact that the viscount was in front, it was inconvenient to come forward and ask.

"Greetings, Master Johnson." According to the rules of the wizarding world, the lower-ranking Moriarty first greeted the other party with mage etiquette. …,

"Hello, Mage Moriarty, greetings to you." Although the professional level was a full two levels higher than the other party, Johnson didn't seem to have any big intentions, but showed a slightly embarrassed expression while returning the salute.

It is no wonder that Viscount Merrilon, who does not know the truth of the wizarding world, mistakenly thinks that his newly recruited magical advisor is higher in rank than Moriarty, and he can completely suppress the opponent. But he couldn't have imagined that when a fourth-level mage who was over sixty years old faced a second-level mage who was less than twenty years old, in addition to envy and jealousy, he felt more inferior and ashamed. What's more, this young second-level mage was also a prominent local nobleman.

"If I may, I'd like to ask you some questions later today, I wonder if it's convenient?" However, Moriarty said to the old mage in front of him, who was obviously not from Bracada, to Merriren rather than Merrilon.

"Okay, there should be no problem." Master Johnson glanced at the young mage, calmed down, and nodded.

The reason why he decided to join the Viscount McIllon family was that the old mage also hoped to get more financial support for his own magic research. Since Moriarty is also a mage professional, and he is one of the powerful nobles, and his attitude is quite low-key and humble, Johnson is also very willing to contact and communicate with the other party.

"Well, that's good." McIllan glanced at the two mages and nodded with great satisfaction: "If you can't finish talking today, you can go to Brownburg to continue talking." ”

With that, Viscount Merillan nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the small group of nobles on the other side. And all the while, he didn't cast a single glance at Salk. Of course, correspondingly, Viscount Salk also completely ignored the appearance of Merriren from the beginning.

"Moriarty, come with me." Seeing McClillan walk away with his magical advisor, the baron said suddenly.

"Yes, father." Moriarty bowed slightly to the other three beside him, and walked away with the baron.

"Will Moriarty stay?" After watching the backs of the Ensberg father and son disappear into the corridor on one side, Viscount Salk turned to his daughter and asked.

"No, it won't." Matiel shook her head slowly.

"What a crisp little guy. It's a pity. The viscount shook his head

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