(6600, Grand Chapter)

If he could, Jory really didn't want to go to this banquet where he took off his pants and farted.

Just after a great battle with many casualties, the death toll of human power is at least close to half, and if it weren't for a few hero-level powerhouses, Dolambia would have been slaughtered cleanly. Don't think that Jory doesn't understand war, just looking at the architectural style of the territory of Dolambia, the human architect clearly forgot the pain caused by the demons, forgot how ferocious the demons were, and even built an extended city outside the protection of the castle, and there was an endless plain outside...... Is this because the devil doesn't come to fight them, and mocks the devil?

And if it weren't for Qiao Li's several orders to retreat from the blood tide, the battlefield would have been full of demonic blood, and a group of human warriors who were completely corrupted by the blood tide would kill their fellow clans instead.

Not only has the battlefield not been cleaned up after the war, but many living soldiers outside have been sent by their commanders to shuttle around the battlefield to recover the corpses and burn them together to prevent the corpses from decomposing and causing a plague. The living picked up the mess, counted the casualties, and the families of the dead fighters had not yet received their bereavement.

As a result, the supreme ruler of this territory even held a banquet, and Jory only had two words in his heart...... Hehe.

It's no wonder that Jory can show a good face to these lords and nobles with a fake smile.

At this moment, Jory was faintly surrounded by several young people wearing simple style clothes, looking at a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, especially their sense of superiority that they didn't know where to go, if it weren't for the fact that this was human territory, Jory really wanted to slap them to death one by one.

What exactly is the previous please, but also start from the time when Jory returns from chasing the undead army.

Feeling that it was no fun to chase and kill any longer, Jory was just a waste of time, so he immediately threw away the short sword and rushed back at a speed that was neither fast nor slow. There are many human warriors similar to Jory around, all of whom have given up the useless pursuit after the blood has burned out. Threes and threes supported each other in twos and returned together.

There was a herald in his early twenties, waiting for Jory on his way back.

The herald called out Jory's name as if tired and relieved, and at that time, the herald who was covered in blood, his face was red with blood, and one eye was irritated by the blood, and his eyes were already diluted, coughing up blood, waiting for Jory's return.

"Yes...... Jory. Mr. Maupassant......"

When Jory saw the young man wearing the pattern of the military flag, he sighed inexplicably in his heart.

This young warrior is dead.

No one noticed that the young fighter was no longer breathing. He had stopped his heartbeat. Jori's dominance made him extremely sensitive to blood and soul, and he clearly felt that the blood of the young man in front of him had stopped flowing, no breathing and no heartbeat, but his soul was holding on to his body, and his strong faith made him refuse to fall and die.

At this moment, Jory was very eager to know what it was to support the young man's belief that he would not fall down after his death.

However, the young herald. He kept a bright and weak smile, and smiled at Jory's pale smile, "The chief asked me to wait for you here...... Mr. Jory, you are so powerful, you pounce on the demon army alone. slaughter them like chickens...... If only I could be like you......"

Jory didn't pick up the young man's words, he stared at the young herald's eyes for a moment, his eyes were extremely solemn, and Jory asked word by word, "Tell me." What are your wishes? ”

"May ...... Hope? The herald leaned against the hilt of the sword behind his back, shook his head blankly, and said in a trance: "I don't know what to do...... But. Go back...... I have been asked to wait here for your return, and I will tell you that in order to celebrate this victory, Lord Lord, you will invite the bravest warriors...... Attend the celebration banquet. Speaking of this, the herald's eyes, which were already diminishing, for some reason, rekindled a touch of hope.

Celebration feast, the bravest warrior, what a bloody and beautiful word? How many people with dreams have been attracted, and how many hot-blooded soldiers are willing to give their lives for this beautiful word.

Unlike the waste ruffians who were abandoned by Dolambia in the first place, these are a bunch of hot-blooded fools, Morpheus. Saiyan's most elite warrior.

"Mr. Jory is back, my mission, ...... done"

Speaking of the celebration banquet, the young man's eyes lit up gradually dimmed, like a person forgotten in a corner, who could only look at others with envious eyes, but he was forgotten in a dark corner.

What is it that supports the belief that this young man will not fall after he dies? Jory's gaze missed the herald, who had already rested, and looked at the sky above the battlefield. With his keen perception of souls, he could feel that there were many soul bodies slowly rising, but they could not be reborn, and they lingered on the blood-colored battlefield and refused to leave, as if they still had to watch the evolution of the battle situation, and would not rest until the dust settled.

Celebration Banquet......

Back in Dolambia, Jory entered the fortress-type castle for the first time, and without changing his bloodstained clothes, he was respectfully led into the castle gate by a waiter under the disgusting smell of blood.

In Western European aristocratic etiquette, to participate in public banquets, you must wear a dress and take care of your hair in advance (some countries need to wear a wig to attend), otherwise if you go directly covered in blood like Jory, it is not to participate in a banquet, it is to smash the field. It's like a palatial palace that walks into a beggar who goes to disgust the owner of the palace.

During this period, the waiter also asked Qiao Li in a special voice, do you want to go to the side hall to wash your body, and by the way, change into slightly cleaner clothes?

The waiter's meaning is very simple, Jory's current image is too undignified, not only is it dirty, but the smell of blood on his body is so disgusting that people just want to vomit, so he walked directly into the main hall where the banquet was held, and some did not give the lord face.

Ignoring the waiter with a faint look of disdain, Jory turned sideways and bumped into the waiter, how could the frail waiter withstand Jory's bump? He immediately fell to the ground with a thud, but Jory walked straight around him and walked forward.

Wiping a handful of blood from his face, the waiter cursed in a voice that Jory couldn't hear: "What kind of thing are you......"

At least the waiter felt that Jory couldn't hear such a whisper, but did Jory really not hear it?

After walking some distance, Jory looked down at the blood stains in his fingernails, which he had taken the opportunity to pull from the waiter's face as he crashed into it. With a finger on the tip of his tongue, Jory swallowed the trail of blood when no one was looking, and the memory of the blood immediately traced the memory of the waiter hidden in the blood. Through the Memories of Blood, Jory learns where the banquet will be held.

There is a timeline that must be put forward first, when Jory was chasing the undead army, he ran a long distance, and the movement of this distance is time, and when he returns the same way, Jory naturally will not rush as fast as chasing the rout, so he doesn't rush back at a very fast speed.

In this way, the real time is slowly flowing, waiting for Jory to return to Dolambia. After passing the censorship of the city gates and so on, it was actually a long time since the battle ended. The banquet was not for Jory alone, and the main hall was already lively long before Jory's arrival.

When Jory, covered in blood, stepped into the bright green lawn and came to a palace of opulence, everyone looked at Jory. Jory was covered in blood, and the minced flesh and blood on the soles of his boots stained the gardener's carefully cut lawn, like a bloody man standing there.

Everyone else wears neat and clean clothes. Not to mention those nobles who were dressed like flowers, with an elegant and leisurely posture, even the warriors who were also invited to the banquet at least took off their armor. By the way, I washed the blood stains and fishy smell on my body.

Jory was like an uninvited guest who was out of place with the banquet, and those aristocratic people who were attracted by Jory's discordant figure felt a slight numbness in their hearts. Indifferent and merciless eyes, bloody and upright posture. There is a fierce momentum that has not yet been detached from the battlefield, and such an appearance gives people the feeling that Jory is like a demon who has come out of a meat grinder!

Nobles, warriors, and officials dressed in clean clothes in the main hall of the banquet. As they were looking at Jory, Jory was looking at them.

This is the guest of the celebration banquet?

When the soldiers outside were desperately killing the enemy, the aristocratic young man who was standing at the table in the hall holding a wine glass and talking and laughing, where was he at that time?

And how did the young ladies who were surrounded by a few handsome or strong people, dressed up in fancy clothes, smile after a war?

The representatives elected from among the fighters were surrounded by some curious upper-class people, pretending to be forced and nonsense in an orderly manner, not noticing how ugly the faces of these warrior representatives were, nor did they notice the exhaustion of several fighters.

This is the guest of the banquet?

The herald who supported himself with extremely strong faith and refused to fall, even though he was dead, and those souls who left their bodies and still hovered over the battlefield and refused to leave, can only be forgotten after paying blood and sacrifice, and the glory and victory they created are enjoyed by others!

It was as if the young herald, when he spoke of feasts and brave honors, his sloppy eyes shone with a glimmer of brilliance, but it did not take long to dim.

The strength and glory belong to the warriors who slaughtered the enemy on the battlefield, and these oily-haired and powdery people are also qualified to replace those heroic spirits, but they come to enjoy the fruits of their victory after the end!

At this moment, Qiao Li walked into the main hall of the banquet step by step, he glanced at the gorgeous glass chandelier, looked at the soft red carpet under his feet, and immediately walked to the long table where food and wine were served to the guests. When he walked to the dining table, the fishy smell on his body was like a fishy wind, and several nobles who stayed at the table to talk and laugh immediately took out their handkerchiefs and moved them out of the room with graceful steps, exited several meters away, frowned deeply and looked at Jory, and almost shouted to the guards to drive him out.

Since the guards did not stop this man when he came in just now, that is, he was also a guest at the banquet, which was also the reason for the other nobles to maintain their demeanor, but a thought appeared in the minds of all those present: Is he here to make trouble?

Not only is it so dirty, but the smell of the body is like trying to make the guests vomit what they have eaten. Before it was over, Jory, who came to the table, leaned forward as if no one was around, without any politeness, and directly aimed at the largest plate on the table and grabbed it.

…… It's simply deliberately disgusting Morpheus. Saiyan Lord!

Served on a silver metal plate, prepared by one of Dolambia's most skilled chefs, the whole roasted lamb is placed on the plate in a crouching position, surrounded by silver discs adorned with new flower buds plucked from the back garden...... The few representative soldiers who were elected to the banquet by the soldiers were already on the verge of exhaustion after the battle, and they could not be summed up by hunger. Several soldiers stared at the roasted whole sheep as soon as they entered the banquet hall, and when they saw it, their stomachs spasmed like thunder, and their eyes were red with hunger.

But they can't do what they want, they can't eat at the banquet at will, they are just small people, and the nobles present are nobler than them, and they can't do whatever they want. I can only seize an opportunity, slowly and politely take two pieces of dim sum and put it in my mouth, and I am reluctant to swallow it in one bite, and I can only chew and swallow slowly with the countless delicacies in front of me.

"Hey! Buddy. Jory picked up the whole roasted lamb with both hands. As if walking through his own garden, he walked up to a soldier representative, tore off the leg of lamb from the essence of the roasted whole sheep and stuffed it into the soldier's hand, and at the same time he bit the neck of the roasted whole lamb...... Presumably it was to suck people's blood and find a place to find a habit, Jory tore off a large piece of roast meat from the neck of the roasted whole lamb, and said while chewing contentedly: "The food in the castle is good, man, hurry up and taste it." ”

Looking at the leg of mutton in his hand, the pale soldier drooled very unproductively. Live like a countryman who has never seen the world, and he can't control himself when he sees beautiful things.

However, Jory did not mean to despise the soldier, on the contrary, he respected the soldier in front of him.

Even if it's an enemy. Even if humans are Jori's enemies, enemies like this are exactly what Jory respects from the bottom of his heart, and he can kill them mercilessly in a duel between friends and foes, but he will never let some clowns insult these respectable opponents.

However, there are always some black sheep, boogers in the soup, and straw bales to sit back and enjoy. Polluting the environment with his own pride that came from nowhere, in Jory's opinion, the banquet hall was only a few representatives of the warriors. The rest are all boogers, and they are dirty when you step on them.

"Sir, have you invited your lord?"

At this moment, a handsome young man who could no longer bear Chory came over, with a handkerchief in front of his nose, staring at Jory with undisguised disgust, seeing him like that, as long as Jory said something problematic, he would call the guards over.

In fact, even if Jory answered, the other nobles would have kicked out the man who was swaggering through the market with a roasted whole sheep.

"I don't, do you?" Jory asked rhetorically.

As soon as the aristocratic young man sneered, the two figures outside the main hall had already walked to the door of the main hall, and they stood outside, looking at Qiao Li, who was surrounded by several aristocratic young people.

Camilo looked at the roasted whole lamb in Jory's arms, and took a special look at the blood stains on Jory's body...... Doesn't this man like the blood, how much blood is on the barbecue now?

"Lord Morpheus hasn't come yet, teacher, shall we go in first?" Camilo turned his head to ask.

In fact, you don't need to look at what is going on inside, for those minorities who only hide in the shelter of others and enjoy a comfortable life, this situation is very common, and those who enjoy it do not know what it is like to suffer, usually Camillo will occasionally take care of it when he sees it, but today Enola is by his side, he is not going to do anything.

Camilo remembers that she didn't like to force herself in front of her, and she would be reprimanded by Enola every time, which made Camillo very depressed.

It's good to say that people are in their fifties, and Camillo also wants to save face, besides, there are many people today, so let's talk less for the sake of face......

As soon as he walked in with the teacher, Jori, who was holding a roasted whole sheep, actually saw Enola at a glance.

"Huh???" Jory deliberately pulled the suspicion into an exaggerated long tone, and he waved happily to the two people who were facing the door: "Lala, you are here too?" Come over and try the food in the castle! ”

As soon as he saw Jory, Camilo's eyes became gloomy, he didn't forget that Jory was a very suspicious person, but when Camillo heard Jory call Enola......

Camillo's eyes suddenly darkened, and he didn't plant it on the spot, if this sword master still had the urge to swear when he was young, there should be only two words in his heart around his brain at this moment:!

"Pull ...... Boy, you're dying......"

Pecking at the teacher nervously, Camillo was already mentally prepared for Enola's sudden burst of all-out combat power to rush over, but he didn't expect Enola to look as usual, but instead looked at Jory and laughed.

Despite the softness of the laughter, Camilo did hear a laugh that seemed to be a muster.

I saw Enola, who was wearing an overcoat, walking towards Jori, and she asked Jori with a smile, "What are you doing?" What a living treasure. ”

The corners of his mouth flickered, and Jory smiled dryly at Enola in a tone that was both unpolite and natural: "Uh, you can see it, hehehe...... My admiration for your powers of observation is like the endless flow of the river, and like the overflow of the Yellow River. ”

"Master, you are so shameless."

Demon Gendian couldn't help it anymore, and despised him fiercely in Jory's mind, and after brushing his sense of existence, he regained his silence again.

Seeing Enola frowning slightly, Camilo thought that the teacher was angered by this kid. Unexpectedly, Enola asked in a very close voice: "In your vulgar touting, I smell the smell of conspiracy, say, what do you want?" ”

It was as if if Jory said something, Enola was going to fetch him something.

When did Enola's incomprehensible change, her attitude towards Jory, change? When Enola first absorbed Jory's soul and refined it into a spell seal, a wisp of Jory's residual thoughts remained on her. Although this remnant was later withdrawn by Jori, the remnant of absorbing the soul refining for the second time still remained in Enola's body.

And when this wisp of remnant thought that connected the hearts of the two people together, when Enola awakened the fearless divinity, it completely opened up the hearts of the two people. Not only can you connect through such a heart. Enola is able to share her fearless divinity with Jory, and the two are able to feel each other's presence up close.

Perhaps in Enola's life, there are also factors of Jory and Josser's resemblance, multiple seemingly coincidental connections are tied together. It constitutes an inevitable change. This should be Enola's change, except for the change in Chory's treatment.

For example, someone just called Enola "Lala". If it were someone else, it is estimated that Enola would not take his life for the sake of the other party's fellow humans, but she is likely to release the majestic momentum of her iron will and stun her on the spot, and it is possible that the other party will be crushed and become a fool.

"Dear Mr. Camillo, it is a great honor for you to be here at this banquet."

Different from the attitude towards Jory, most of the nobles, officials and other upper-class people were enthusiastic to say hello to Camillo in the past, but they didn't look at Enola much, at most, when they looked at Enola, some were wondering if this woman would be a Juggernaut...... Hey...... What's that?

If Camilo knew that they thought like this, he would very likely beat the guys who thought like this to death one by one, regardless of the occasion.

Don't forget, the Sword Master is now carrying his right hand behind him, but he is carrying the Bright Heavy Sword, although the Sword Master has not yet remembered that he has brought the sword with him.

Don't forget that Enola's promotional portraits are all portraits of artists who have beautified their artistic cells, and there are very few people who have seen Enola without makeup. At this moment, these enthusiastic aristocrats still don't know that the woman next to Camillo is Camillo's teacher, a legendary hero-level powerhouse.

Even if these fools had just taken a look at the battle just now, then they would recognize Enola, who was like a god on the battlefield.

In fact, there are such things as moths everywhere, and even if you have the heart to clean up, you are powerless. Camillo understands this, and so does Lord Morpheus, which is why these wastes have survived under the lord's rule to this day...... In fact, to put it bluntly, there is only one role left behind by these "nobles", Morpheus. Saiyan used them as a façade.

With Camillo's appearance, the guests at the banquet were much more settled, and even if Jory's image was dirty and the smell of blood was unpleasant, they didn't say anything more. And when Camilo stood beside Jory in person, these guests who racked their brains to get close to Camillo were stunned. Seeing that the Sword Master took the initiative to get close to Jori, most of the guests present were honest, especially the aristocratic young man who had just spoken against Jori, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have offended someone who should not be offended......

"It tastes good."

Eno stretched out his hand and tore a piece of meat from the roast lamb in Jory's arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing that the teacher tasted it, Camillo also tore off a piece of meat and tasted it without a good face, although he was not keen on appetite, but ...... Well...... It tastes really good.

When Enola turned to face the dazzling array of delicacies on the table, Camilo leaned next to Jory, lowered his eyes and asked in a very faint voice, "Tell me honestly, why did you show up in Castlevania that day......"

Straightforward and straightforward Camillo, it is his nature to be straightforward, and the only one who can suppress Camillo is Enola, and his suspicions about Jory will be easy if they are not confirmed.

In fact, when Camillo asked Jory like this, Jory silently breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, since Camillo asked himself so bluntly, it means that his subconscious suspicion of Jory has almost diminished, and this question is just Camillo, who loves to drill the horns, to find a reason for himself to trust Jory. A woman as intuitive as Enola trusts Jory so much, and Camillo is a little bit suspicious of it.

Camilo just needs an answer that comforts him.

"Me." Jory chewed the barbecue meat in his mouth, and he said indifferently: "I said that I plan to kill in Castlevania and die with the Demon King, do you believe it or not?" Sucking on the delicious sauce of his fingers, Jory's indifferent eyes gradually became serious and solemn.

Looking at Jory's hidden edge in the depths of his eyes, Camilo withdrew his gaze.

"I believe it!"

Enola, who had her back to the two of them, didn't seem to hear the words of the two of them, she just watched the food on the table attentively, and watched it very carefully. (To be continued......)