"What about Aubrey? What does he mean?"

"Look at the way he looks now, do you know what danger is?"

The wedding reception for Aubrey's son, Dean, took place that night, with guests sitting on either side of a long table and drinking to their heart's content. Only Rhodes and Alves sat in the corner, worriedly discussing the impending crisis of Erlengrad.

You can see that in the castle owner's seat, Aubrey has a big belly and a triumphant face. The joy of marrying the daughter of the Lord of the Overwatch had completely taken over his heart. There was no trace of anxiety or sorrow on Aubrey's face. Look again at tonight's protagonist, Sir Dean. His face was also filled with confidence and a smile. The young man inherited his father's handsome face and pride, and wandered around with a delicate goblet as if to declare his absolute protagonist tonight.

Rhodes turned to look at the bride from Overwatch, who was standing beside her husband with a blank expression. Maybe it's because no one wants a woman of this quality that he married in a place like Ring, Rod thought to himself.

"Your brother has always been so optimistic. ”

Rod quipped.

"There were a lot of things I couldn't discuss with him or even report to him. As long as he heard about those horrific events, he didn't want to hear them anymore, thinking that they were just legends. In fact, legends don't come out of nowhere, they always have a basis. We must see clearly what others can't see. ”

Alves said, pouring himself a full glass of red wine. He shook the wine glass in his hand and continued—

"What happened in Errengrad quickly had a very bad effect, and as soon as someone couldn't stand it and fled from the city, more and more people would follow the crowd. We don't know what the Snow Queen will do. However, no matter what kind of measures are taken, it will take time to toss back and forth and then actually implement them. ”

"So what can we do?"

Rod asked. Drink the wine in your hand as a juice.

"Hey, I'm serious. Rod, you are the Chosen Ones, and you have experienced many things, which these nobles do not have. You've seen a massive invasion of the Beastmen, fighting an entire Norsca tribe. And these are, in their opinion, all fantasy. I think you should at least have more food and shelter for the disaster that is coming, because we can't turn away refugees if they flee here. Erlengrad is not far from here. ”

Halfway through Alves' words, Rhodes was shocked by him, this guy had already known that he was the Chosen Ones of Ersun......

Just as Rod and Alves were in the middle of their conversation, Aubrey's son, Dean Aubrey, walked up to the two.

The young groom looked handsome and handsome, with a hooked nose on a long, pointed face, and his hair was oiled and looked shiny, and the evening gown made of gold thread and Oudler velvet looked high-end and luxurious. Compared with his clothes, the clothes worn by Rhodes are extremely simple, the top made of wool cloth is simple black, the undershirt is made of gray velvet, and Rod's short brown hair can only be described as simple. At first glance, it looks similar to the guards outside the door......

"Your Excellency must be Lord Rhodes of Black Hammer Castle, right?"

Dean raised his glass and asked politely. The house was full of people, and the firewood from the fireplace was burning brightly, baking the whole house warm. Including Dean's face, there was a bit of redness.

"Yes, congratulations, Dean. Married the daughter of Count Cyril of Watchcastle. It's going to be a happy marriage. ”

Rhodes politely returned.

"Thank you. Dean smiled, then turned his gaze to Alves. "Uncle, why are you here, shouldn't you be sitting next to my father at this time? Go, he's already drunk. Someone needs to watch him. ”

A scornful smile hung over Dean's lips. You can see Alves's unhappy gaze, but he can't help it, he is a dwarf, born with no status, at each banquet, he must arrange the preliminary preparations, and during the banquet, he must also serve as his brother Aubrey's personal "bodyguard" to taste the food for him. No problem before it was delivered to Aubrey's desk. Dean's contempt for his uncle was not cultivated in a day or two, but over many years.

"I'm sorry, Lord Rhodes, this uncle of mine is so curious, he likes to deal with all kinds of people. Although that's not what he does. ”

Dean said. There was something in his words, and Rhodes could hear it. The meaning is to belittle Alves, saying that his job is logistics, and that a heavy occasion like this is not a place for him to come out to socialize.

Another stubborn aristocratic son. Rhodes thought to himself, but he couldn't do anything about him, after all, it was at someone else's dinner.

"It's okay, I like to hear your uncle talk about the situation, he has a very unique vision. ”

Rod returned with a smile. Then he picked up his glass and toasted the heir of the Ring City in front of him.

"He's always immersed in his own world, talking about things that no one else can understand. Sometimes, he would lock himself in the library for days and nights, and I really didn't know what magic was in the books that drew him in and made him more and more crazy. But that's okay, my father has let me take over his work slowly. I believe that in the near future, he will be able to return to his hometown in the countryside to retire. After all, I'm the future master of the Ring, aren't I?"

Under the influence of alcohol, Dean boasted to himself. This made Rod feel very disgusted, how many aristocratic sons and daughters are like him, self-righteous. It's just that I have to admit that they can learn and be exposed to a lot more things than ordinary people. At least the prince was surrounded by scholars, and the sons of commoners were surrounded by beggars and outcasts.

"I believe you can. ”

Rod perfunctory.

The two chatted without saying a word, and at this time, a beautiful woman came to the back of the hall. She was wearing a purple bandeau evening gown, and the two peaks on her chest were half exposed, and the deep ravines in between could be seen, coupled with a sexy and hot body. As soon as the woman appeared, she won the attention of all the male guests present. Like a mesmerizing poppy flower, swaying among a pack of wolves.

Compared to Dean's wife, Rod felt that the woman in front of him was the heroine tonight. She and Dean were eye-wry, and Rhodes soon noticed. This is probably what all political marriages really look like. The groom always has to show affection to the bride on the surface, and the relationship is very good. In private, that's not the case at all. Just like Dean Aubrey in front of him, his bride is the daughter of Count Cyril, the lord of Fort Watch, there is no doubt about this, but Rhodes is sure that in private, it is actually the purple-robed woman in front of him who really warms his bed.