Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by this voice, and they all moved to the door of the hall for a while. I saw a middle-aged man who was neither shabby nor gorgeous, after avoiding the interception of the guards, broke into the inner banquet hall.

When Ezreal saw the visitor, the corners of his mouth twitched, and it turned out to be his current father, Viscount Ilanro.

Viscount Ilanluo looked at the marshal in front of him, who was extremely respected in his heart, and made a big salute first. Then Yi Fengyun replied in questioning eyes: "Dear Marshal, I am the father of the bastard boy next to you, Yi Lan Luo. ”

When Yi Fengyun heard this, he was overjoyed and gestured to Count Zhuoer beside him. The Count of Drow was very cooperative, and the affectionately flattered Viscount Elanro first gave a hug, and then pulled Viscount Elanro to the chairman, and personally served Viscount Elanro to sit in his original seat. Immediately afterwards, Count Drow sent someone to move a new chair and sit on the other side of Ilanro.

Ilanluo looked at the marshal of his country who saw the dragon beside him, he was not as calm and calm as his son, his face was extremely worshipful, and even his own hands trembled involuntarily. In this regard, Ilanro did not show any displeasure, but was extremely happy in his heart. If even the old ones are as difficult as the young ones, won't they have no hope?

"Viscount Ilanluo, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Yi Fengyun stretched out his right hand from the magician's robes, reversing the indifference of the previous banquet, and cordially shook hands with Ilanluo, who was so excited that he almost lost control. For this handshake, Ilanro hadn't washed his hands again for several days.

Under Ezreal's half-squinted eyes, Elanro and Yi Fengyun had a few cordial conversations without nutrition.

After a long while, Yi Fengyun threw out a "big cake" that everyone present was extremely envious, and said, "I see that Viscount Yilan Luo has a dignified appearance and extraordinary spirit. The title of a mere viscount is completely an insult to you, and it is also a disrespect to the talents of the empire. After a pause, Yi Fengyun continued: "There was a scum in the previous empire who defected to the country, and I confiscated his title according to the law. And the outstanding ability of Viscount Elanro is definitely qualified for the title of this marquis. ”

Ezreal on the side heard this, and the white of his eyes rolled even more, what kind of dignified appearance? What kind of aura is extraordinary? Based on his understanding of this so-called father, this is clearly two parallel lines that cannot intersect. As for Ilanro's "outstanding ability", well, dare to put on his old face in front of his big hero Ezreal without knowing whether he is alive or dead, this is indeed an outstanding ability.

On the contrary, Ezreal's disdain was stunned by everyone present, especially the Count of Drow, who almost threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground. O Marquis! I, an earl who has been working for decades, knows that there is no hope of going further in this life, and the little viscount in front of me has only been promoted to three orders in a row because of the so-called "outstanding ability" of the marshal, and he has jumped straight to his head. God!! unfair!!

It may be due to the excessive amount of information in Yi Fengyun's words, and Yi Lanluo did not react for a while. After being stunned for a moment, Ilanro came back to his senses and said something that made Ezreal feel extremely embarrassed: "Great Marshal, it is an honor for my subordinates to be appreciated by you. Ezreal is a young boy who is very rebellious, and I hope that when he follows you by your side in the future, you will be more tolerant and less reproachful. Here, the subordinates are grateful!"

Hearing this, Ezreal almost jumped up and scolded directly, this extremely touching word, isn't it just to sell himself after all?

Yi Fengyun didn't let Ezreal say anything, and said shamelessly: "Brother Ilanluo, we have nothing to do with each other. One family, don't talk to two families. ”

"Lord Marshal, no, Brother Yi Fengyun, you are also talking about it. One family, don't talk to two families. Ignoring Ezreal, who could kill people with his eyes, Ilanro said even more shamelessly: "Ezreal, why don't you go and worship Brother Yifengyun as a teacher, it's your honor that Brother Yifengyun can take a fancy to your clumsy." Brother Yifengyun, Ezreal, this child was used to me when he was a child, and he is not very sensible, you old man should be more forgiving, don't blame this disobedient child. ”

"It's okay, weren't we like that back then? When we grew up to be a little more sensible, it wouldn't be like this. Yi Fengyun said magnanimously.

Looking at the shameless appearance of the two of them, you say "Brother Yi Fengyun", and I say "Brother Yi Lanluo", Ezreal was so angry that he almost knocked his father unconscious with a stick, smeared a mouthful of water on Yi Fengyun's face, and then shook his hand away in a dashing manner. However, remembering his current father's background and the tragic experience of always being ignored by others, Ezreal sighed secretly and said reluctantly: "It's okay to apprentice, but I can be his registered disciple at most." At the same time, I don't bow down. ”

"Named disciple?"

"It's the master and apprentice who can dissolve the relationship between the two parties at any time," Ezreal pursed his small mouth, and the look of extreme grievance made the aristocratic young people around him go crazy, and then said: "If not, then forget it." ”

After thinking about it for a while, Yi Fengyun readily agreed. If you are a named disciple, you can still escape from the palm of your hand when you reach your own hands? This is a big disrespect and unfilial piety in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is nothing in the eyes of a strong person like Yi Fengyun. As long as there is affection, those boring etiquette is dispensable.

After a brief apprenticeship, Yi Fengyun was in an extremely comfortable and happy mood. Especially listening to Ezreal's small mouth popping out the word "teacher" with difficulty, Yifeng suddenly felt refreshed, he had never been so happy in his life.

A few years later, Yi Fengyun was at a gathering of the six imperial marshals, and when the other five imperial marshals talked about it, they said with great shame and arrogance: "That day, I saw my disciple Ezreal alone, as if I had inadvertently discovered his amazing talent under the influence of fate. After the two sides talked about each other, I accepted him as my disciple and guided him to the strongest path to the peak of this continent. ”

In this regard, the other five imperial marshals admired Yi Fengyun extremely on the surface, but in their hearts they secretly scolded this shameless old thing, and the named disciples insisted on not meeting those two words in advance. What's more, Lord Ezreal has long forgotten about you, the brazen "teacher", and you old fellow is embarrassed to mention it in front of others.

The two Ezreal looked at the extremely shameless old thing, you and I chatted for an unknown amount of time, and then Yi Fengyun looked at the Count of Drow, who was the master but had been forgotten in a corner, and was flattered, and called out "Drow" indifferently.

"Great Marshal, I don't know what services you need from your subordinates?" Count Drow, who was sincerely afraid, immediately left the table and returned to Yi Fengyun, and said respectfully.

"Although Brother Yi Fengyun is now a marquis, his foundation in this Black Rock City is still shallow, you can assist him wholeheartedly, and Ben Shuai will not forget you. Yi Fengyun looked indifferent, as if he was instructing his servant to do a trivial matter.

When Earl Drow heard this, he was extremely unwilling in his heart, and now he wanted to take refuge in the original little viscount. But after thinking about it, if he took refuge in Viscount Ilanluo, no, now he is the Marquis of Ilanluo, and he is indirectly subordinate to the marshal, this kind of benefit will not be obtained even if he becomes the number one force in Black Rock City. Then, there is a respectful "obedience". Count Drow returned to his seat and began to have a cordial conversation with Ilanro.

And Ilanluo, who is a marquis, heard that he didn't dare to face Count Zhuoer in the past, but now he is a "marquis" to himself, and his heart has already blossomed. But he did not lose his mind, and it was very good to have a small talk with Count Drow, and to get closer to each other.

As for the people in the chairman's mind, they also know it in their hearts. Although they didn't expect that it was not one of the three major forces in Black Rock City that became the number one force in Black Rock City, but a small viscount in the past, this did not affect the small abacus in their hearts, and they kept calculating how much profit they should give to the big brother of Black Rock City in front of them, and how they should bring the relationship between the two sides closer to each other. What's more important is whether there is a suitable woman in your family, even if you can't be a wife, it's okay to become Ezreal's concubine.

At this time, Irene, who was already unhappy, slapped the table and chair suddenly, and stepped on Reckner, who was pretending to be asleep.

Seeing this scene, Ilanluo suddenly recalled the unpleasant scene that happened during the banquet, got up and patted Ezreal's little head, and said solemnly: "Ezreal, for how your father teaches you on weekdays, although you have some misunderstandings with Irene niece, but as a man, you should learn to be a gentleman, and go and make amends to Irene niece." ”

Ezreal's first reaction was to give his middle finger to his father who had sold him, but thinking that Yi Fengyun had indeed brought some benefits to his family, he had no choice but to leave the table and walk in front of Irene, and said very insincerely: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rejected you"

Before he could finish speaking, Elanro sprayed a mouthful of water on the face of Count Drow, who was smiling all over his face. Before he had time to apologize, Ilanluo wanted to say goodbye to Yifengyun, and then grabbed Ezreal's little hand and fled the scene frantically.

During the strategic retreat, Ilanro did not forget to reprimand Ezreal angrily: "How can you say that kind of thing? Do you want to kill you and me?"

"Actually, I don't want to say it, it's not that you forced me to say it!" Then, Ezreal's extremely aggrieved voice came.

"Oh"

The people left around looked at each other, and suddenly they didn't know who had a lewd ambiguous smile on their faces, and everyone smiled.

"It's not like that!!"

I don't know if it's because of shyness or anger, Irene's little face is as red as the Big Apple. Looking at the people around him who looked "so it is", coupled with his father's earnest smile, Irinton felt dizzy and fainted.