People in this chapter: (Sertius), (Humphrey Michod), (Hatheron), (Brock Giles).

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Chapter 012: (Embattled)

The soldiers led Sercius and his party to the castle's hall, which was lavishly decorated with valuable and ancient objects, and the walls around the hall were covered with the heraldic flag of Duke Michord.

The colors of these flags are made of purple and gold, symbols of dignity and power, and depict a silver iron glove holding a silver crown of kings. It is also the most obvious status symbol of the owner of the castle.

The significance of these flags is equally obvious: the owners of the flags were the most trusted people of King Haraus Hera and the staunchest supporters of the Swadia royal power. Sercius was convinced of this.

Wine glasses and cutlery had been placed on a mahogany table in the middle of the hall, and Duke Humphrey Michaud, who had been waiting in front of the fire for a long time, heard the sound of iron boots on the floor, and turned slowly.

The owner of the castle greeted his guests with warm arms. "My friend, Sercius!" he complimented with a smile. "I heard that you, in place of the Count of Belllands, fought off the disgraced robber Victor and protected the glorious Fort Riblet. ”

Sercius bowed, then looked up and smiled. "No! that's just my job. ”

Duke Michod immediately beckoned, and soon a number of servants came out, leading the freelancers and his companions to the table. The duke picked up the large salt cup in his hand, twisted some small plates with his fingers and placed them in front of Sercius: "May the living God watch over you!"

Sercius nodded in acknowledgement, raised the glass in his hand—it was already full of the duke's cellar wine, and drank it all.

The servants brought a large pot of prawn soup with clear sauce — shrimp the size of spoon noodles, a whole roasted goose with lemon and orange aromas, a large plate of chowder vegetables, and a large basket of various breads, all wrapped in creamy mushroom and chicken filling. These are all favorites of Duke Michode.

After all, this is only a private banquet, so the order of serving is not particularly particular.

The servants filled Sercius with another glass, and Sercius picked up the soup plate in front of him and filled a bowl full of shrimp soup. Then he picked up the spoon and took a slow sip. "Your cook's skill is wonderful, but—" he picked up the salt cup again, "don't be reluctant to use salt!"

Duke Michod smiled. "Of course, I'll tell him later. Then cut a slice of meat from the roast goose. "Zhilu said, what am I looking for you for?"

Sercius stopped his spoon and motioned for the other to continue, and Duke Mijod swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at him with a smirk. "I heard that you took all the captives with you when you left Fort Rebolet, and let them all go! What the hell do you want?"

The freelancer looked at the duke in front of him, his face calm and still drinking the shrimp soup on his plate. Until the bottom of the bowl is clean, then lift your head. "What do you think?"

The atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became solemn, and the air in the room seemed to be suffocated by silence.

Instinct tells Sercius that the meal is not simple. It has long been rumored that Duke Michord is privately purging King Haraus of people who may threaten the kingdom, and it seems that this meal is not a simple invitation, but more likely a feast.

Brock realized this, too, and slightly arched his friend with his elbow.

Sertius didn't react, but calmly took out his pipe, filled it with shredded tobacco and held it in his hand, not in a hurry to light it.

"Don't get me wrong, my lord!" asked Sercius, with a calm face. "If you suspect that I am collaborating, then it is evidence that I took the captives and let them go halfway through, but did anyone tell me in advance that Vidol was coming?"

Michod didn't speak, but scooped a plate of prawn soup, took a loaf of bread and divided it in half, and then dipped the torn bread into small pieces and dipped the soup into his mouth, while looking at Sercius with a calm expression.

The atmosphere seemed to ease up considerably, and the freelancer put down his pipe on the table, got up and picked up his knife and cut three slices of goose meat, then gave each slice to Brock and Hatheron beside him, and then scooped some chowder vegetables from his plate.

At this moment, Sercius raised the silver wine glass in his hand. "Duke, I once said that I and you have dipped your hands in the same plate, and if you really believe that those who have dipped their hands in a plate must eventually betray each other, then I have nothing to do. As he spoke, he tapped the rim of these delicate oriental porcelain plates with a spoon, and the plates made a nice "ding" sound. Then he took another sip of the fine wine in the glass.

Duke Michod smiled and wiped the soup from his mouth with a napkin. "Of course, why don't you change to a refreshing white bar?" he clapped his hands, and immediately a servant brought a very delicate small clay pot, the sealing wax on the mouth of the clay pot had not yet been opened, and the surface of the jar was also condensed with a layer of mist: "I have a good wine here that has been specially iced, maybe the temperature has not faded in autumn and makes me feel hot, and the taste of this wine is mild and sweet, which also complements these light delicacies." ”

Sercius Haluha laughed, picked up the pipe on the table, put it in his mouth, lit the cigarette paper with the flint he had with him, and then lit the tobacco in a gesture of please. The servant immediately opened the sealing wax of the clay pot and poured the golden liquid into Sercius' cup.

The freelancer picked up his silver wine glass and nodded, shoved a small mouthful of chowder vegetables into his mouth, and then took a light sip of the white wine in the glass. "Great!" he said, with a happy look on his face. "Your Excellency, it seems that you are more particular about food than Your Majesty. ”

Duke Michod also picked up the glass and poured a full glass of white wine, and suddenly lowered his throat and asked in a low voice: "If I say that your glass of wine is poisonous, do you believe it?" ”

Sercius was stunned for a moment, and instead of looking at the cup, he felt movement behind him. The sound of multiple mixtures, the sound of iron boots and swords unsheathed.

He understood that there was nothing in the glass. It's just a temptation, whether it's saying the wrong thing yourself, or Hatheron or jumping up and resisting. will kill him on the spot.

So he glanced at Hatheron, who was about to have a seizure, and put down his glass in feigned surprise, stood up with his eyes wide open, propped up the table with both hands, and asked loudly, "For what?"

This reaction was unexpected by the Duke, who had suspected that he had other intentions since the freelancers joined Svadia, and that the banquet had been planned for a long time, although it could not be said that it was well arranged. He had intended to have the hidden guards rush out and kill Sercius if he jumped up and resisted, as he had no weapons. If Sercius continues to play dumb, then he waits for the next opportunity.

Who knew that the reaction of Sercius was completely different from what he expected. The duke was embarrassed and quickly stood up and apologized. "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking, the wine glass in front of you is silver, and if it was poisonous, the wine glass would have turned black a long time ago. ”

The freelancer pretended to be a believer and picked up the glass and looked at the bottom of it. Then he took another sip cautiously. "Forget it, if the wine is really poisonous, I can't continue to talk to you at all. But Your Excellency, you're overdoing this!"

Duke Michod also took a sip of the cup in his hand with a smile to indicate that the wine was non-toxic, and the atmosphere of the banquet eased again. The sound of chewing and clashing utensils dotted the overly silent hall, and everything seemed to be nice and peaceful.

Time passed, the roast goose on the table slowly turned into a skeleton, there was only less than a spoonful of thick clear soup left in the large soup plate, only the last few small peas were left in the plate, the wine in the clay pot had long since bottomed out, and even the bread basket was empty.

The guests and hosts looked speechlessly at the time when the sun was setting and it was time to light the lights.

Duke Michod got up helplessly and said, "My friend, I'm really sorry for today, I didn't entertain you well. I believe that you are still loyal to Your Majesty, as if today's unhappiness had never happened!"

Sercius smiled and put the pipe in his mouth - the bowl was completely empty, according to the freelancers themselves, it should be given a rest day, and he carried more than one pipe with him, and although the bowl was not large, the shape of the pipe was different.

The freelancer bowed again and saluted his master: "Where, this meal is not inferior to the banquet under His Majesty, my lord has entertained me, a rough man, with the attitude of entertaining the king, and I can still stand and talk to you at the end of the banquet, it is enough for me to be grateful!"

The last sentence made Count Michod's face slightly embarrassed, but the duke still had a smile on his face. "I believe you for the time being, but I remember saying the same thing to a man a long time ago: enemies and friends are the line between one's enemies, and I'm afraid I'll doubt you more than this time before you fully believe me. ”

The freelancer nodded, walked out of the castle with the soldiers, and walked towards the tavern. As soon as he stepped into the door of the room upstairs of the tavern, his body went limp, and he almost collapsed on the floor of the room.

Hatheron was also apprehensive, but hurried up with Brock to help his master to the bed. Sertius wiped the cold sweat from the top of his head, lay down slowly, closed his eyes and was silent for a long time before saying one word: "Someone is going to kill me." ”

Not to mention, the whole kingdom lurked in such a danger, and he was in a situation of being besieged and helpless.

As if remembering something, Serseus suddenly straightened up and looked at Brock, who was silent on the side. "My friend, although this request is very reckless and even rude. But I want you to think about it, I need a reliable ally, but I can't lobby myself, let alone Hatheron. I think about it, the right person is only you. I need your help to find my potential allies. It will be the honor of my life if you will. If you think that would make your position awkward, then I didn't say it. ”

Brock's eyes blinked, and he didn't know how to answer, he muttered for a long time, and only said two words. "Of course. ”

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