"Contact my father now! Be sure to ......" the roaring Ryankos gasped, his handsome face twisted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info "Quick...", no matter who looked at him at this time, could no longer equate him with the young knight who was personable in the military academy no matter what the situation encountered. It's just that no one sees such a distorted situation. Even in a panic, he didn't forget to turn off the communications, so Captain Halopote didn't see what was going on with Ryan.

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After the speech of Count Zagatarius, the banquet began to enter the climax stage in an orderly manner, although the protagonist of the dinner Leonkos never appeared, but this did not hinder everyone's interest, and there was some curiosity in everyone's hearts.

Everyone present wanted to know how good this family heir, who was almost equivalent to a legend, could be through the tempering of the military academy. All kinds of rumors in the market fill almost all the gossip news pages, but because there are too many rumors, it is impossible to distinguish which ones are true and which ones are just pure fabrications.

After all, the official records that came out of the military academy only existed on paper, in the form of words. Or it is inadvertently mentioned during small talk, which is far better than directly confirming the reality with your own eyes.

The atmosphere at the banquet was equally warm among the young ladies, most of whom came with their parents around the countess. Because this woman, who never paid attention to any political struggles and struggles, and did not limit her husband too much, was not only a beautiful noble lady, but also quite accomplished in writing and art.

For these eldest ladies from famous families, as the leader of classical fashion in the Galactic Empire, some of the unique aesthetics of this countess can indirectly influence the trends within the empire for the next season.

Even the young aristocratic ladies' outlook on love and their first longing and yearning for that sweet feeling originated from the countess's poetry collections or novels. Moreover, most of the eldest ladies who have lived in the Rhine Star for a long time will inadvertently imitate the Countess's dress style, speech and behavior in their salons or balls. Sometimes, these aristocratic daughters, in the boudoir agents who had their best handkerchiefs, would often say that they would become an elegant and indifferent woman like the countess in the future.

For the rest of the empire, such as the commoners, the psychological thoughts of these noble ladies are a bit inexplicable. How can they have time to pay attention to the dynamics of a certain brand of perfume or the red wine produced by a certain family estate?

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"Didn't you get in touch with your father?" After calming down completely, Ryankos, who stepped into the bridge, asked indifferently, but there was an irrepressible momentum in his calm words.

"Yes, young master. The manor's reply said that the Earl was in the banquet hall and could not answer in person, and the butler Klose said that he could tell you that. The forehead was nervously oozing with a trace of cold sweat, and the contact eyes were afraid to report the latest situation to their young master, for fear that they would be angry if they were not careful.

Although he had always treated the servants and subordinates of the family, the young lord of Reinkos and the Count of Zagatarius, he was generous and gentle. It's just that now no one dares to make the slightest mistake, and God knows what kind of tragic end it will be when you hit the muzzle of the gun.

Under the cold artificial light, the wordless and silent Reinkos pursed his lips, and no one knew what he was thinking. The entire bridge was quiet in this oppression, except for the faint murmur of electronic instruments, as if it was dead silence, as if it was about to suffocate.

At this time, it was not a torment for Ryan Koss himself, and without any theory or evidence to support him, he rashly tried to interrupt an important banquet that the family had been preparing for a long time, and all he could rely on was a nightmare of his own. In the midst of the contradictions, Ryankos began to question himself slowly, hesitating in hesitation.

"What should I do?" The brain seems to have entered a bull's horn in the operation of telling, stuck in a dead end, unable to untie this knot. "What would my father do if he were in such a situation?" Reinkos, who could not see a trace of fluctuation on his face, pondered over and over again something that seemed to have absolutely no answer, because there was no such assumption in this world.

"Lift the order of the ship's supreme police ring, send a message to the manor, cancel the text message to my father, and change the message to I will rush to the banquet as soon as possible." After a long time, Reinkos, who breathed a sigh of relief, gave a new order, and then turned and left the bridge.

It was only because of this decision that Ryan Koss did not forgive himself until the end of his life. Reynkos, who lives in self-blame, has assumed countless times, what would have happened if I had insisted on what I had asked for in the first place?

For the Earl, who dotes too much on his only son, even if Ryankos's request is too unreasonable, as long as the son must insist, Count Zagatyrus, as a father, will not object. If the manor at that time had been on full alert, or had suspended the banquet, perhaps there would have been no more later grievances and hatreds mixed with bloody wind and rain.

However, history cannot be changed, so people always make choices at the crossroads of life, and then move forward, only to finally look back on the journey to find out what should be done.

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In the splendid hall, the male nobles who had a very close relationship with the Amphisis Belins family and also had a common interest relationship quietly surrounded Count Zagatellaus, whispering to exchange information from different channels, and a little bit of their own views on the current situation and the economy.

In fact, this coming-of-age party, which is nominally all about Ryan Coase, is not just a simple platform for the Amphisis Bellins family to show off and show themselves to the outside world. It is more important to deepen the understanding of the nobles of the family who are attached to their own family, or who have a good cooperative relationship with the family, deepen the friendship between the two sides, and better integrate the opinions of many people. In the same way, it is also a place and activity that consolidates existing networks and constantly develops new areas of communication.

For a social group called aristocracy, it is unthinkable that life without banquets and various activities is unthinkable, and when something becomes a habit or an instinctive reaction, then once the thing that can be relied on disappears, it means the demise of the group.

In contrast to the almost unparalleled luxury in the hall, the contrast is the world outside the manor that has lost light, and in essence, the strength of human beings comes from the era when the bricks and wood were canceled by their ancestors, the dependence on light, and trust. The pursuit of every detail has reached a kind of extreme, and the nobles will not experience a kind of despair.

This is probably an instinct imprinted in the soul of human beings, because human beings are afraid of the darkness and the fear of the unknown world. It's like the history of countless centuries ago when humans relied on fire to conquer the world's roots.

Perhaps, there will never be any human emotion that can force human beings to move forward fearlessly and tirelessly evolve like hatred.

Combined with the paranoid attention to detail in the hall and the incomparable luxury of the hall, it is the ultimate beauty. A mixture of majestic atmosphere, and a richness that is reflected in every place.

"Have fun and enjoy your last dinner....." On the edge of the family domain of Amphisis Bellins, far from the manor, a group of unmarked floatships remained silent with their invisibility turned on, like a pack of wild wolves waiting for their prey.

On the ground, there was a man in a trench coat, with a dark black hem that undulated with the night wind, silver-rimmed breeches and black boots, like shadows swaying in the light of the night, blurring all the details, but so clearly engraved on this unknown hill.

Through the stars in the sky, the emaciated man's pale skin faintly revealed a lifeless dead ash, and apart from the blazing flames of revenge, only the empty eyes revealed a cold murderous aura. The grim smile that loomed at the corners of his mouth was like a corpse. The avengers who gave up everything and sacrificed their souls to the devil finally reached the end with the guidance of the blood in their own bodies.

Human beings have always been good at turning hatred into a driving force for progress, no matter what era or civilization. As long as you are contaminated with a creature like a human being, you will have such a pathetic nature.

Passing down that trace of emotion from generation to generation, decades, and hundreds of years, turning the originally simple things into a huge and complex whirlpool, involving more and more people.

Hurt, hate, wait, revenge. Because you once had it, you will resent it after you lose it. For those human beings who do not know how to cherish, for those who only know how to shirk and never think of bearing, hatred is the only, the only bright and righteous fig leaf.

It's just an excuse, for my own powerlessness, for my own cowardice. Morality is something that can make people human, but it can also make people become beasts and demons because of morality.

"Human morality? International conventions? Now that it's been made, it's time to make the best use of it......" The man, who had lost everything, laughed insolently.

At this moment, the night sky of "Silver and White Rhine", next to the dark blue curtain, represents the satellite of nobility and dignity, and the scarlet moon is gradually rising. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )