Trella Kingdom, Springs Town.

As a direct domain of Duke Harret, Springwater Town is not far from the royal capital. Although the terrain is not suitable for stationing troops—no one would station troops so close to the royal capital, after all, it would be too irritating for His Majesty and the people loyal to him, but the town of Springwater has another purpose.

It is a town known for its feasts.

Next to the town, there is the famous "Spring Manor", which is about two-thirds of the size of the town, and is dotted with gardens, small squares, and banquet halls. There are venues for banquets both day and night, and there are places to linger in all year round.

For this reason, banquets are held almost every day in the spring manor. Sometimes Duke Harrett did it himself, and sometimes it was borrowed by someone else. Duke Harrett was also happy about this, and even said something like, "The Spring Manor is mine, and it belongs to everyone, and it belongs to all those who love to celebrate."

Today, naturally, a banquet is being held in the Spring Water Manor.

The banquet was hosted by Duke Harret, and the theme was to celebrate a summer day that wasn't hot – yes, because it was raining heavily and the wind wasn't light today, so the weather was much cooler than normal.

Is such a reason enough for a banquet? For Duke Harret, it was enough.

The new nobleman of the royal capital, Viscount Pratt Yama, sat bored on the balcony outside the banquet hall, looking down at the large number of servants who were busy in the manor, while drinking slowly.

As the owner of the famous "Crystal Palace Museum", this viscount has a staggering fortune. In his museum, there are many treasures on display that make the Duke blush. But over the years, no one has ever been able to steal a single nail or stone from a museum.

The Viscount himself was a renowned master of armor, and he was skilled at creating sturdy full-body armor, and under his hands, heavy hammers were transformed into embroidery needles, capable of shaping steel into a variety of shapes, splicing, combining, and carving...... The final product is not so much weapons and equipment as it is a work of art.

Over the years, the great nobles of the royal capital would be looked down upon if they could not bring up one or two sets of armor produced by the Yama Workshop as decorations—which showed that he either had no money, or no aesthetic eye, and in short, he was a very poor person.

Moreover, Viscount Yama is also one of the most trusted ministers of Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess Fisna. Every time Her Royal Highness the Princess had something to do, she would invite him to discuss what to do. And the result of the discussion, at least once out of three times, was to hand over the matter to Viscount Yama to do.

Viscount Yama has never disappointed Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, he has always been able to do things well, whether it is financial or manpower, or force, he can always do it, and he has never missed.

Therefore, the viscount naturally became a celebrity to be invited to various banquets, whether it was his identity as a wealthy man, or as a master craftsman, or as an artist, or as a capable minister...... All in all, he is a popular figure.

However, Viscount Yama, who was popular with people, actually didn't like banquets at all.

At least, he didn't like this aristocratic style banquet at all.

"Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road...... Prelet Yama sat on the balcony, looking at the joyful scene in the banquet hall, and at the scene of the servants toiling in the manor, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly, "If you see more of this scene, you can understand the mood of that guy Locke - the aristocracy is really a representative of the reactionary forces in society!"

But he wouldn't say such things at a banquet, even though he didn't care about offending people, and he didn't buy Duke Harrett any account at all, but offending people for no reason was really not what a businessman should do.

Well, he positions himself as a businessman, nothing more than an art armor business.

At this moment, he noticed that in the banquet hall, there was a middle-aged man with blue hair, who was really sitting in the corner with a gloomy face, drinking alone.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and walked over with a wine glass.

"General Singled, it seems that you are not in a good mood?" he said, and sat next to the other party, completely ignoring the gloomy low pressure on the other party's body, and the alienation on his face that was almost written "no one should enter".

The blue-haired middle-aged man frowned and stepped aside a little, the meaning of alienation being obvious.

In general, in this case, a decent nobleman should raise his glass in salute and then turn away. But Pratt Yama didn't seem to see what the other party meant, and didn't mean to leave at all, but sat there steadily, and even accosted the other party.

"General Singhald, I see that your face is ruddy, and the black qi in the center of your eyebrows is dissipating, obviously bad luck has left you, and you are currently turning good luck. You should be happy at this time, why are you unhappy?"

After being accosted by him repeatedly, Singald Hallet finally couldn't pretend not to hear anymore, and sighed deeply.

"Viscount Yama, don't make fun of me, okay!" he whispered, "Shouldn't you know best the reason for my depression?"

Pratt smiled, as the other party said, the reason for General Singled's depression was really the one he knew best.

But he didn't mean it explicitly, but said, "With all due respect, depression won't solve the problem." ”

Singled, of course, understood this, and sighed.

"Harret's blue cunning fox, such an expression is really not for you!"

"But what can I do but sigh?"

Pratt smiled, said nothing, raised his glass in greeting, and turned to leave.

His purpose has been achieved, implying or reminding, that it is enough to do this.

What he wants to talk about with the other party is not appropriate to talk about here. It's better to wait a few days, and the other party will come to him privately.

After all...... That's a question of "wife and son".

For an officer who is part of the Harrett family, such a question is very tricky no matter how you look at it.

He Shi Shiran returned to the balcony, staring at the joyful scene in the hall, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If it weren't for us changing history, it would have been during the Battle of the Royal Capital by now. If it's like in the game, the Thracian army is coming to the city, I don't know how many of the big people here can laugh?"