By sunset, the halls of the palace were full, and even the back garden was filled with the sound of impetuous noise.

The window on the north side of the room was tightly covered by the moving body, and the courtyard was barely visible except for a faint light and shadow.

Adapting to change? Draenor pondered Victorico's philosophical rhetoric, preferring to dismiss it as a senseless self-consolation rather than a course of action.

Knock knock.

There was a regular knock from the doorway, like the sound of metal and wood colliding, and it was not hard to guess from the cheerful rhythm that it was the commander standing in the doorway.

Draenor didn't immediately walk to the door, but deliberately delayed a bit so that Vickyli could re-disguise herself as an old woman.

He leaned forward, took the gold-plated doorknob and opened the door, only to see that Calke had changed into the gown he had prepared for the banquet and was standing in front of him with a full face of spring.

"Good evening, Mr. Chard! Is everything in place? ”

"Well, we can leave at any time."

Garke's new appearance looks a bit comical, and instead of completely "changing" into any new clothes, he draped a short fluffy robe directly over his armor.

The Licus don't pay much attention to the beauty of their armor, and their only value in their eyes is practicality, which leads to the fact that many warriors' armor looks extremely strong, but it always makes people feel a kind of discordant bloat. Especially this outfit with a short robe on top of the armor, and the bulging belly makes Gark look like a beer barrel with long legs.

"You can see that you have put a lot of effort into participating in this feast." Instead of speaking out what he thought, Draenor held back a smile and politely complimented the commander's attire.

"Don't make fun of me, Mr. Chad, it's a last resort. Now that almost all the towns in Snowway have been attacked by the southern barbarians, except for the city of Boyara, no one dares to guarantee that the imperial city will always be so comfortable. ”

Gark sighed and replied, in fact, he himself knew how ridiculous such a dress was, but the identity of the commander would not change at any time, and he must always protect the safety of the city of Boyara under any circumstances.

This strong sense of responsibility gave Draenor a hint of respect, even if he verbally expressed his dissatisfaction with the king, even if he was always looking forward to the day when he would return home, even if he was only a commander with more than 100 soldiers, he never backed down in front of matters involving the interests of the kingdom.

Moreover, he is not an irrational instrument of war.

"Just one night, and don't let the tedious work haunt you. Lead the way, it's a once-in-a-lifetime feast after all. ”

Draenor patted Garke on the shoulder in a friendly way, buttoned his felt hat over his head, and turned his face sideways to signal to the two in the room to follow him.

The backyard was already crowded with people, in addition to the busy servants, there were some faces that he had never seen before, noble ladies in white gauze robes, middle-aged men with high fur hats, all dressed in gold and silver, almost hanging all their belongings on their bodies.

Although they were richly dressed, there was a tacky sense of the tone in which they spoke, and it seemed that these people were not some pampered nobles.

Garke, who was standing on the side, seemed to sense Draenor's doubts, he smiled slightly, and cocked upwards with his mustache, "Ah, these are the old friends of His Majesty the King, Mr. Germidreddy the architect and his wife, Snowway's garrison general Arisi, Mr. Mutedos, the supplier of grain and grass, and his wife......"

Garke introduced the guests to everyone behind him one by one as if he had opened a conversation, and in fact, Draenor had memorized the name of "Dmitry" in front of him, and he just wanted to find out the identities of these people, hoping that he would not meet any "acquaintances" at this banquet.

While Gark was talking to himself in front of her, Vicheric quickened her pace and whispered to Draenor's side

"It's a celebration feast, and it's clear that we're the protagonists of the feast, and maybe the minister will really toast you as he did Yakov. Even if that were the case, don't worry too much, the curse that now haunts you is more terrifying than any poison, and even belladonna can't kill you. ”

That made Draenor even more nervous, was that some kind of comfort? He could probably understand this sentence to mean that as long as the White Refining Fire remained in his body, no toxin could threaten his life.

"If I really drank some poison and didn't react to it, wouldn't it reveal my identity?"

"It's all at this time, it doesn't matter if you expose your identity or something, right? Since they really see us as a valuable object of use, they will not take us lightly. ”

Delaeno was a little confused, and he couldn't help but frown and glance at Viklico. Logically, this statement clearly contradicts the previous assumption, since the royal family does not want to kill themselves, why should they poison the wine?

"Even if I can't see it, I know what you're thinking, don't look at me with that expression! I just wanted to tell you to stay calm in case something unexpected happens! Until the truth is revealed, we are just smart ants, don't think that we can fight the royal family at the slightest clue, we have no chance of winning. ”

Vicilico suddenly swung her fist at Draenor's lower abdomen, instinctively turning sideways to avoid the point, as if her suspicions had been cleared by her.

After regaining his footing, he finally regained his composure, even if he guessed how thorough, it was just his own opinion, Vicilico's words did not mean that the group would really be framed by the minister, she just wanted to explain the situation clearly to keep herself calm, after all, he still had the protection of the White Refining Fire.

At some point, the crowd suddenly became dense, and Draenor had to turn sideways to move through the gap. Gark's figure was almost completely overwhelmed by the sea of people, and the noise in his ears and the heat almost drove Draenor crazy.

Vekily was so eager to huddle in a ball that she couldn't see what was happening in front of her, but she just followed Draenor's steps, holding her cane and walking forward little by little.

Just as Draenor managed to make his way through the crowd and was about to enter the palace hall, he found that Jeanne was the only one left behind him.

"Virtue ...... Mr. Chard, don't you see where she went either? ”

Jeanne corrected her mistake the moment she spoke, looking around, not seeming to notice when Vichery had disappeared.

Draenor stood on tiptoe and looked at the ends of the scurrying crowd, only to see the hunched figure finally appear in front of him by the stone pillar in the garden near the corridor.

"Chad? My good grandson, where have you gone? Vicky didn't dare to remove the black cloth in front of her, she tried to keep her composure, and shouted in the husky voice of an old woman.

There seemed to be some sharp stone under his feet, and suddenly there was a heart-piercing stinging pain, and Viklily slammed into the low wall of the flower bed the moment she lifted her leg.

Just as she lost her balance and almost fell into the flower bed, a pair of strong arms suddenly supported her body.

Vikily was stunned for a few seconds, and although she couldn't see the man's face, she knew very well that it wasn't Draenor. After taking a breath, she slowly raised her head and looked around, and said to the unknown enthusiastic guest, "Thank you, young man, my arms are really strong, if I could be as young as you, I wouldn't be so clumsy!" ”

Draenor almost held his breath as he watched the scene in front of him, although he only had a one-sided relationship, he was sure that the one who lifted Vickyli up was one of the heirs of the Butterly family - Castleler!

Kasler gently held Vikli until she was fully steady, then pulled a handkerchief from his bosom and brushed the dust from her cuffs.

"Well, no thanks, ma'am."

As he was about to turn to leave, Castleler suddenly restrained the smile on his face, and he slowly crouched down, turning his head sideways to look at the old woman's face.

"We ...... Have you seen it somewhere? ”

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