The torches beeped, and when the sea breeze blew, they fell down, stood up again, and made a snoring sound.

As the sound of the rushing water approached, Herzel Ponny's palm rested on the side of the ship, and the ship tilted sharply, and the guest they wanted to meet: Baron Alvin Sebastian.

The marquis waved his hand, and the kabuki dispersed, and the deck was empty.

Alwyn jumped down from his fingers with Bucklet and Hadley, and landed on the deck with three thuds, smoothing the folds of his robe, loosening his belt, holding the baron's crown on his forehead, and even touching his hand upwards along the point, as if to make sure it wasn't dropped, that it didn't exist.

Unsurprisingly, there was a burst of snickering, both the knight in the seat and the squire with torches behind him, and even those who didn't laugh out loud were all joking.

At the request of his master, he wore a jazz suit, which is an official uniform to put it bluntly.

The gown, this requirement is simple, white silk clothing, transparent from top to bottom is similar to a lady's dress, and there is no need to corset the waist, and it is dangling when walking, like a bamboo pole carrying a sheet.

He wore bleached woolen fabric, the cheaper kind, while the master on the opposite side was covered with luxurious and luxurious clothes, soft as water, flowing through his body, showing the dignity of the master.

The most important thing to show your status is the golden crown on your head.

The fifth rank of the duke and the uncle, the lowest baron has only one golden mang, jokingly called "a pillar of optimus", and every time the title rises by one level, it will increase one, the viscount's "wings fly together", the earl's "three-legged stand", sitting on the main throne, the Marquis of Guernier's "attack from all sides" and the duke's "five moves", as for Alwin and Guenier's father, that is, the king or the grand duke, the six-pointed star on his head, also known as the "Liuhe" crown. (Liuhe: Heaven and earth and southeast, northwest, refers to the world.) ）

When his half-brother asked Douglas to say that he needed to wear a jazz suit, Alwin knew that this was a Hongmen banquet, when Liu Bang had 100,000 soldiers and Xiang Yu had 400,000 soldiers, and at this time, he was the baron crown of "a pillar of optimus" against the marquis of "attacking from all sides", both of which were a one-to-four gap, and they were also a kind of humiliation and a kind of bullying.

Alwyn took off the baron's golden crown, examined it carefully, and saw that the golden mangs were just right, so he nodded and put them back on with confidence.

And so, there was another burst of laughter, this time louder and more presumptuous than the last, even though most of them did not have a golden crown on their heads, but they did not delay in laughing at Alwin's lowly title.

After the antics were over, Alvin stepped forward, stroked his chest and saluted, "I'm sorry I'm late, my esteemed brother." ”

The master reclined back in his chair and leisurely sipped the wine in his glass, his eyes half-squinted, and the smile on his lips was light.

He sat up straight and tapped on the table, and a slave girl slipped out from under the table to cover her mouth.

Alvin blinked in surprise, and the others ignored it.

"My dear brother, long time no see. The last time we met was last year, and at that time, you were also so handsome, but a little wilted and couldn't keep your spirits up, and now you look much better. ”

The host of this Hongmen feast is very difficult.

In his impression, this second brother was notorious, a veritable fierce chief, with the cruelty and viciousness peculiar to sadism, and there were ten, twenty, or even thirty slaves who were injured or mutilated in his hands, and it was difficult to remember, and there were many human lives and blood debts, and he was always competitive and very aggressive.

Alvin responded: "The air in the royal capital is oppressive and heavy, making people groggy, but the sea breeze is fresh and free, and it is refreshing to breathe. His neck twisted, his shoulders twisted, and his hands and feet trembled.

"Agreed. With that, Guernier reached out to Alwyn and pointed to the empty seat on his left.

There was only one seat, and Alvin looked left and right.

"Oh, Lord Baron. The knight on the opposite side cleared his throat and said, "This is a knight's banquet, and only knights have a seat. Of course, as the younger brother of the Marquis, the status of the Baron is extremely noble, and of course there are ...... One seat. ”

The man was about forty years old, tall and thin, although he was dressed in a white robe, he looked quite elegant, but his expression was serious, his eyes were gloomy and deep, and his bones exuded a decisive momentum.

According to what Douglas introduced, this guy should be Count Bartola Collomo, the chief knight of the town in charge of the town of Changlimburg, and the king's most relied on commander of the Eastern Territory, with extraordinary rank and good combat power.

The knights, who had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly became energetic, and those who drank held their cups, those who bit the meat stopped chewing, and listened with their ears sideways, for fear of missing something.

This was a deliberate obstacle, and Douglas had already told them about the records of Buckley and Hadley each shooting a dozen demon turtles, and they knew that they were knights.

His title is also telling.

Baron, the lowest rank of knighthood, for a prince this is a great irony.

Alwyn raised his hand, stopping Bucklet, who had taken a step forward and was about to protest, frowned, and without much fluctuation in his mood, he slowly sat down, and the two knights stood behind him.

Bartolanu pursed his mouth, and the knight next to him stood up with a smile: "Baron Elwin, you are late, punish a glass of wine." He took the silver kettle in his hand, poured Alwyn full of wine, and graciously held it up and handed it to his eyes.

He glanced at Buckley and Hadley and thought to himself, Alvin only brought two small guards and did not let the captain Kent be present, and it must be that Alvin was worried that the third-order knight would steal the limelight and hide him.

Kent was the strongest man in the team, and undoubtedly the one who had the greatest credit in this incident, and it was rare for the young nobleman to be so selfish and intolerant, and he couldn't help but despise it.

Alwyn reached for it, but the knight's hand refused to let go, and the iron pincers gripped the silver cup.

Looking at the other party's smiling eyes and playful expression, Alvin was stunned for a moment, tried three times, and under the touch, he felt that the dragonfly shook the stone pillar, unshaken, sighed slightly, shook his head, and withdrew his hand with a smile.

The chuckle above deck suddenly drowned out the beeping of torches.

The two knights behind them had black faces.

Guernier pursed her lips, Batora looked down at the glass, and the knight smiled playfully, and the hand holding the glass moved forward again.

"Forget it, don't ......" On the main seat, Ganier's hand reached over the table and pointed to Elwin's side.

At the same time, Elwin's hand reached over with lightning and grabbed the other's wrist.

Yes!

Under the severe pain, the knight screamed, his arms bent, and his body was also crooked, bending his back to form a contorted posture of a shrimp.

“...... It's hard to ......" Ganier's hand froze slightly in the air, not knowing where to point.

“...... My good brother. The wind blew, and suddenly a flame fell, and Guernier was stunned for a moment, and finished the rest of the sentence, but the object of his care seemed to change.

The knight's screams were like a startling slap, and everyone was silent, and even a needle falling from the deck could be heard, silently.

Along with the startled smiles of Guenir, Batora, and the knights.

Alvin took his glass, let go of his hand, and raised it to Guernier with a smile, bowing slightly and caressing his chest in an obedient gesture.