Someone from the Butland family? How did they end up here?

Draenor shuddered inwardly, and then regained his composure under the pressure of reason. There were at least 300 people in the auction hall at that time, and no matter how good his memory was, it was impossible to remember everyone's appearances, not to mention that he did not join the auction at all at that time, but sniped in a corner where no one noticed, and it stands to reason that no one would notice him.

He was so focused on rescuing Yelena that he had only fired two shots, but the blinding light of the fire and the deafening noise were enough to make those present aware of his presence, and he didn't dare to guarantee that the leader in front of him, who was also sitting firmly in the auction hall, would not recognize him now.

Even if she couldn't see the other party's appearance, just listening to the familiar voice, Vicky could probably identify the other party's identity, she coughed to hide the tension in her heart, and stretched out her hand to caress the other party's strong chest.

"Look at this muscle...... It's so sturdy! Yes, we have seen, and where? Maybe I met you in some wonderful dream! ”

"Uh......"

Castleler's scalp tingles at this sudden enthusiasm, what's the matter with this old fellow? Why would you say such unappetizing things when you don't know each other?

"I'm sorry, maybe I recognized the wrong person......"

The young leader quickly got up and straightened the bow tie on his chest, bowed to the old woman, and got up and walked towards Draenor. Just as the two were about to pass by, Castleler suddenly patted Draenor on the shoulder, turned to Vicilico and said to him, "You're all together, aren't you?" There are many people at the banquet, don't leave the old man and run around by yourself. ”

"Thank you very much, sir, my grandmother is old, but fortunately I found her in time." Draenor replied to Castleler with an embarrassed expression.

"With a show of effort, thank you and forgive it, I hope that 'old man' won't become an old fool like this......"

With a sigh in his ears, Castleler shook his head and walked towards the resplendent hall. It wasn't until the footsteps were completely muffled by the noise that Draenor finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he hurried forward, picked up Vikirico's arm and dragged her down the hallway.

"Oops! I'm going to dislocate my arm, domestic violence! ”

Draenor quickly covered Vekilica's mouth, turned his head and looked around behind him before finally letting go of his hand, "Enough, don't you think it's too big of a deal?" Why didn't you follow me? ”

Vicky took two breaths and propped up her cane to Draenor's ear, "I was really scared to death just now, is this guy lacking in heart and eyes, and he didn't recognize me so close?" ”

Do you still want to be picked up by Butrie's men and beaten again? Draenor was about to shout out the words in his heart, he regained his anger, calmed down and said to Vekilico, "Thank goodness that his identity was not revealed, and his previous reaction seemed to have only left a slight impression on you, how can you guarantee that you can continue to hide it under his nose?" ”

Vicherly was the only one who stayed at the auction the whole time, and it was clear from the lookout that the man named Castleler was sitting a few meters behind her, and perhaps Castleler had been alert in less than half a minute.

After a moment of silence, Vikiriko stretched out her hand and pointed to the black cloth in front of her, "Yes, I admit that I was the only one closest to him at the auction, but don't forget that I have always had my back to him, and besides, after living in Peryara for so many days, my smell has long been covered, and it is very unlikely that he will recognize me." ”

After pacing back and forth for a while, Draenor still chose to believe Viklico's claim, and she was almost obscuring almost any part of her body that could be identified, and even if there was no obvious change in size, it was difficult for Castleler to connect a blind old man with a hunched waist to the mysterious man who appeared at the auction.

Jeanne was clearly at a loss for the conversation, she frowned slightly, leaned down to the two and asked, "'He'?" What are you talking about? ”

Draenor was about to explain again, but suddenly realized that Jeanne had never noticed the inside of the auction despite hearing about Battry's two sons, and that the man must be very strange to her.

"That person just now is one of the current leaders of the Butter family, that is, Battlery's youngest son, Castleler."

"The Butterys?" Jeanne hesitated for a moment, then deliberately lowered her voice and asked Draenor, "Aren't they Snowway's nemesis?" How can you still be invited to a banquet? ”

Jeanne's doubts reminded Draenor that he had only been so concerned with disguising his identity in a tense situation that he had ignored the most puzzling facts.

Now the Batary family has become a bandit who does all kinds of evil in the northern realm, the most terrifying thing is that they are enough to compete with the Snowway royal family whether they rely on military strength or financial resources, but even if there has been no large-scale conflict between the two for so long, they would like to completely wipe out each other, why did the royal family throw an olive branch and invite the leader of Butterland to the palace as a guest?

"This is not an incredible thing, there will inevitably be conflicts and cooperation between various groups, the war has lasted for more than ten years, and Snowway himself must be a little unbearable, even if the royal family wants to negotiate peace with Butney, it is normal." Viklily explained to Jeanne with her arms around her chest.

Even if she doesn't seem to care about the royal business on the surface, Viklily is still a member of the Nikanlos royal family, and she has already figured out the principle of the change in the relationship between the groups. These words reminded Draenor of the truth that his adoptive father had summed up over the years, whether it was war or peace, the ultimate goal was still for his own benefit.

It seems that Snowway has really fallen to the point where he must bow his head and sue for peace with his old enemy, and it is clear that this banquet is far more complicated than imagined. Draenor suddenly realized that the term "celebration banquet" was just a pretense for comforting himself, and perhaps the real purpose of the royal family was just to take advantage of the rare opportunity to curry favor with the Batary family, who were still able to show off their might in North Abel.

All in all, since the other person has not yet recognized his identity, he must seize the opportunity to observe what will happen next.

Just as Draenor got up to walk down the hall, Vikliko gently waved his staff to stop him, "Wait, you don't think you're going to be able to approach him like this, do you?" ”

Considering that Castleler, as the leader of the Battery family, was expected to carry several heavily armed guards with him, Draenor hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked around at the crowd and said, "Indeed, no matter how much the royal family fools him, Castleler will definitely still be surrounded by guards, it seems that the situation is a bit tricky." ”

"Heh, that's not what I meant......" After a sneer, the corners of Viklico's mouth trembled slightly, and she withdrew her cane, seemingly casually leaning to the side a little.

Draenor probably understood what Vikilico meant, and leaned against the pillar and glanced in the direction the staff was pointing. In an inconspicuous corner of the garden, there was a black patent leather sofa, and the person half-lying in it was wearing a short robe made of black velvet, and if it weren't for the bronzing pattern on his chest reflecting the light, Draenor would have thought that the man was one with the night.

Surrounded by the servants, the man clenched the golden cigarette gun in his fingertips and said nothing, his eyes as deep as the night turned slightly, staring at the noisy crowd in front of him with contempt.

He looked like he was waiting for something, as if he was still, silent, staring, waiting.

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