As Aldrich and Mrs. Lovett chatted, they pricked up their ears to listen to the whispers of their friends and female companions who had just known each other for a short time.

It's a tiring social occasion, and there are countless hidden traps to avoid, and the Earl of Eastwood, the lord, and the privacy of the nobles are only known to him. The topic of business in the open-air courtyard must not be brought up again here and now, even though most of the people here are upstarts in business, including myself. ’

Aldrich had been talking about the weather for a long time, so long that he had used up all the words he knew, and Madame Lovett, knowing his embarrassment, quietly switched to gastronomy, and of course did not judge the dishes at the dinner, which was absolutely unforgivable for the host, Baron Federi.

The self-proclaimed foodie Lady Lovett doesn't know that she has run into a super opponent, and Aldrich, who is a foodie from the country of food, quickly opens the eyes of the ladies around her.

"Roasted snails! Is there such a dish? Slippery, slimy knick-knacks, usually secluded in the damp and cold corners of the tide, are said to be regulars in the farmer's garden, climbing on top of the leaves, eating as they go, and making the new tender and delicious vegetables so bad that they don't sell them well. ”

Madame Lovett seems to have had bad memories, an unfriendly view of snails, and she knows more than the average noble girl, and apparently has seen this in the past.

"I'm not talking about snails in the wild, of course, but artificially bred tamed animals that are free from the wild, like the poultry we raise, providing us with nutritious eggs and meat. I think snails can also be kept in a cage and selected to be a new meat feeder. As for how to cook, there are many ways to cook it, and it tastes very good when it is grilled on a fine barbed wire. ”

Phyllis Pol, who was beside Lady Lovette, interjected at the right time: "I am reminded of some rumors about the Fourth Horseman, it is said that Tris has been practicing alone in the Whispering Forest for a long time, and he must have tasted a lot of flavors during that long time. Right?"

Aldrich nodded slightly: "That's right! I once wrestled with a brown bear for a taste of honey, and luckily won the friendship of the king of the forest and the wilderness, and honed a strange knightly skill. ”

Phyllis Pol's heart moved, and his eyes showed curiosity, but Tris quickly interrupted his thoughts.

"Of course, I've been chased by manic bees many times, but I don't have the thick fur of brown bears, and I usually stay in the water to let them go. ”

Mrs. Lovett let out a soft laugh, imagining the embarrassment of Aldrich, the Fourth Knight, being defeated by a swarm of inconspicuous bees and having to flee.

"The Whispering Forest is my dining table, the berries I pick up are my appetizing breakfast, the reindeer river that meanders through the woods, and the fat white fish is my main course, and it is delicious just to eat it raw. Of course, I occasionally dig out the bird's nest and peel off the colorful shell after cooking, and the tender white eggs are steaming hot, which can soothe my body that has been tortured by hard training repeatedly. ”

Phyllis Bol is well aware of the Knights' training and admires Aldrich's efforts: "I'm sure you're having a great experience in the Whispering Forest, Knight, and we'll have some free time to talk about it another day." I'm sure a lot of people are interested!"

"Formal training can also hone the heart of a knight, so there's no need to spread the word about it in the wild like me. Besides, my name as the Fourth Knight of Eastwood, as everyone knows, is just a rumor deliberately created by some well-intentioned people. ”

The magician Goyle on the other side of the table nodded repeatedly: "That's right, at least you have the strength of a great knight who is one against a hundred to be eligible to be included in the ranking." As much as I have to admit that the Knights of Triss are extraordinary in their ability to scare away the Rotwil Mountain Dogs with a glance, they are a long way from being uniquely designated. ”

Aldrich applauded softly, and signaled to Lady Lovett and Phyllis Ball beside him that what the magician Goyle said was true, and it was a bit tiring to bear the name of the Fourth Knight, and it would definitely be beneficial to his future to take off this title early.

"If that's the case, why don't you go to the arsenal of Setannis and challenge the three sons of war...... Well, I should probably say friendly exchanges. ”

The bard Angus had a great idea at once, he had recently been short of poetic inspiration and was looking to watch a fierce knightly gladiatorial battle to feed his heroic epic.

Aldrich laughed and angrily watched his friends who had just met come to an end, perhaps because of their 'artist' temperament, and each idea was a bit absurd and particularly interesting.

The girls of the noble tribe, including Dynes Schultz, have always kept a taste of men's topics, and they are also well-educated and familiar with basic fighting skills, and proper exercise can help them maintain their strong posture, except for a few frail outliers, in order to give birth to well-qualified offspring for their husbands, they can be regarded as athletes in the sports field, good at one or more sports.

'Food, knightly culture, sports, fashionable clothing, these are the topics of conversation among the nobles of high society, and I am indeed a little out of touch with them, and this knowledge must be made up, perhaps I should ask Master Felix for advice, after all, he now lives on the campus of Rotin College, and serves the discerning nobles and wealthy merchants, and he should know many people. For now, it is necessary to talk less and listen more, and to learn from Phyllis Ball and even from Madame Lovette. ’

Aldrich drew nourishment from his words like a dry sponge, and his friendly audience won him the favor of many, and Dyneth Schultz was perfunctory with the great painter Rebo next to him, his eyes swept back and forth between the feasts, but most of the time it fell on the Knight Tris.

After the main course, the waiter served a variety of fruits and desserts, and the atmosphere of the dinner gradually relaxed, and the drinks were served one after another, and the satisfied guests left the table and spontaneously gathered in a corner to continue the conversation.

Baroness Federi got up to invite a male guest to dance to the sound of melodious music, and the most important part of the dinner began, when the guests brought their fellow dance partners into the arena, and the atmosphere gradually turned enthusiastic, and even Aldrich was dragged up by Madame Lovett and dragged onto the dance floor.

"I don't have much experience with social dancing, so if I step on your foot later, please forgive me for being reckless. Triss explained in Mrs. Lovette's ear, and the heat of her exhalation stirred the ends of her hair, making her long-widowed unable to restrain herself, and her face turned red, and she nodded softly.

Stiff footsteps and rhythms, Mrs. Lovett was sure that Aldrich was indeed a young dancer, but the anticipatory step never appeared, for some unknown reason, just when he landed, he always leaned just right at the last moment, so that she did not show an awkward pause.

At the end of a waltz, Aldrich was about to catch his breath when Dynice Schultz snatched it from Mrs. Lovett, fearing that something might happen between the two of them, but fortunately the great painter Ribo invited her.

Knight Tris, who learns everything quickly, has mastered the rhythm skillfully, and his flexible body is very well coordinated, his hand is gently placed on the waist of Dénice Schultz, and there is no attempt to rub oil, and his resolute and gentle eyes go straight into her heart, rippling layers of incomparably graceful ripples.

However, the second daughter of the Schultz family soon stopped going away, and in order to maintain her independence, she had to build up a mental defense against the knight's graceful attack.

Aldridge quickly came to his senses, and no longer used his warm eye attacks, and his moderation won the favor of Dynis, and he inevitably stood on tiptoe and responded in Tris's ear: "You are really a venerable knight." ”

With a slight peck on the cheek, Aldrich did not fight back, keeping a proper distance, letting the feelings gradually ferment, this scene fell in the eyes of Mrs. Lovett, and inexplicably bred a sense of crisis, and she decided to speed up her action.

The great painter Ribaud, of course, could see the absent-mindedness of his dancing partners, but social occasions were like this, and he had to be tolerant and humble at all times, and following Mrs. Lovette's eyes, whether intentional or unintentional, he saw that Aldrich Triss and Dynice Schultz were about to become a new couple, and suddenly remembered her eldest brother, Walter Schultz, who had been a lover of alchemy who had recently become rich for some unknown reason.

"The treasures of the Schultz family are not so easy to pick up by the Knight of Tris. Dear Lovette, you should not be unconfident in your own charm and grasp your own happiness, he will be the key to your escape from the fate of the marionette. ”

Mrs. Lovett's eyes immediately fixed on Ribo, and he smiled meaningfully and closed his mouth, "What do you know? What do you know?"

"It's not a well-known secret that you're connected to the dark world, but it's not hard for someone like me to know the truth. The initial trigger was...... Debt!"

The disguise on Madame de Rovet's face showed a flaw, perhaps unintentionally, or on purpose, but Mels Rebeau pretended not to see it, but continued to persuade: "Aldrich Triss, to tell you the truth, he is the closest person I have ever seen to the Grand Knight, and even more rare is that he has a good brain, and his luck seems to be good. The descendants of the Vigilant Eye family are definitely not simple characters. As the second of the Twelve Knights, Orton Triss has mastered the Earl's spy system for many years, and knows many secrets, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no successor. ”

"Uh-huh......" Mrs. Lovette snorted, but her mind was racing around with something, as if trying to find the key in the confusion of clues.

"From the very beginning of his fame, I noticed Aldrich Tris, before anyone else. So you know the secret of his success, do you want to hear it?"

Mrs. Lovett was most annoyed by this appetizing skill, and deliberately turned her head away to force Myles Rebo to reveal the mystery to herself: "From the moment he left the declining country estate and entered the city, I felt a pair of big invisible hands playing with the threads of fate, and the messy tune of Eastwood seemed to have changed positively by the addition of this silver note." And what surprised me even more was the progress of his strength, maybe you don't know, on the way to the city, the strength shown by the Knight of Tris is almost not much different from that of ordinary knights. ”

"The original title, The Lion Roarer Wrestling with Dragons, this is information about Aldrich Tris's original personal strength, and although there is some moisture in it, it is indeed no different from that of ordinary knights. It's just that he chose to stand up at the time, while I stayed in the carriage, silently witnessing the rise of an upstart. Madame Lovette told her story to the surprise of Mels Ribo.

"Open the Prestige Starter! Then the strength of the Tris Knight is increasing day by day, how exactly does he cultivate, I am curious. After all, in about half a year, Aldridge defeated Holm, the Dead Eye Knight, whose strength was far above the ordinary level, in the sewers, he was the best of the Black Knights, and after fighting with the Knight of Tris, he was even promoted to the Scepter. It's incredible!"

Lady Lovett suddenly remembered a rumor: "There is a legend that the Black Knight, who exists as the opposite of the White Knight, can only be trained by the source of faith, and it may be Aldrich Triss who has achieved Holm's scepter." ”

A flash of inspiration illuminated the blind spot of Mers Ribo's mind, and he looked at Madame Lovett in surprise, eager to give her a hard slap on her lips as a token of his gratitude.