Apparently Lusen's "proposal" worked—the wonderful fireworks display almost immediately enlivened the entire fountain garden, and the fireworks reverberated through the sky, and countless beautiful "flowers" bloomed in the sky, and the different forms were even more "vigrating", and everyone's eyes were captivated, even Anson next to Edward.

The little prince was completely immersed in this beautiful scenery at this moment, and his smile and excitement were all full of childish innocence, so that the brilliant flowers in the sky kept reflecting all kinds of colors in his eyes - in fact, not only him, but many girls sitting around the courtyard of flowing water, were also chattering and whispering excitedly, and the bright light left a smile on everyone's face.

After the fireworks are over, maids and waiters dressed in colorful costumes walk past each guest with silver platters full of exquisite dishes - chilled blueberries, garlic ribs, charcoal roasted venison, peacock tongue, foie gras...... All kinds of expensive delicacies filled all the tables at once, and the rich aroma and bright colors alone whetted everyone's appetite.

Intrigued, Edward tasted the ribs on his plate, then raised his glass and asked the waiter next to him to pour half a glass of Franzasian wine, a wine made in this ancient western island state, expensive enough to cost a small barrel of armor, but it was still in short supply, and was even called "divine wine".

As for why Edward knew this, a silver-haired wizard was so attracted to the drink, but still had no way to buy even a jug, and more than once boasted to Edward about the experience he had drunk at a bar mitzvah.

Just when all the guests began to slowly calm down, chatting with each other and enjoying the food and waiting for the ceremony to begin, the thin Lusen suddenly ran in in a little panic, the frail blonde young man was almost sweating profusely, walked quickly to Hollard's seat and whispered something, the old man's expression changed slightly, but then he regained his original kind smile and slowly stood up.

It may not even be a minute, and the flowing water courtyard, which was originally comfortable and full of laughter, suddenly became a little quiet, and a middle-aged man with an almost sickly pale complexion and wearing an old-fashioned dark leather robe suddenly broke in, obviously without even a retinue behind him, but he still pulled a high-spirited posture as if he had walked into his own garden.

Edward slowly lifted the glass, and along with the sweet liquor that entered his throat, the surprised expressions of the people around him and the voices of the people around him destroyed the otherwise cheerful atmosphere in an instant—Lady Angelica was still frosty, and her eyes seemed to be on fire eager to tear this bastard who had come out to stir up this rite of passage.

Nafario Brindis, Chancellor of the Exchequer recently appointed by His Majesty Horace...... Edward muttered in his heart, his eyes kept looking around, and it was obvious that most people's expressions were not too kind.

Seeing the figure of this uninvited guest, Holard Minest, who was still smiling, stepped out of his seat, patted Lusen on the shoulder and told him to continue to entertain the guests and arrange the banquet. "Dear Nafario, I'm sorry I didn't hand over the invitation because I was worried you were too busy - I know first-hand how terrible those files and the representatives of the various guilds were, and I hope you will forgive me." ”

But for the old man who took the initiative to come up to show his goodwill, this Lord Nafario strode directly to Anson's table on the side, and bowed his head with a solemn expression: "May the Radiant Cross bless you with eternal health, Your Royal Highness Anson Marcherus!"

"May the Radiant Cross bless you and your family, Lord Nafario Brindis. Anson, who was a little frightened by the middle-aged man's pale face, nodded very reluctantly, with a bit of disgust and fear in his eyes - the young prince still stuck on the distinction between "good and bad", and this adult's appearance was a little different from that of a good man.

"This must be Sir Edward Witwood, the hero of Pipetown. Nafarion, with a strange face, suddenly turned his gaze to Edward: "I have always had a good impression of the knight of Gaio Valens, and it is really a mistake to expel such a knight with such a noble sense of honor from the capital!"

"I'll relay your words to Lord Gaio. Edward bowed his head slightly, but there was a sneer in his heart - Gaio Valence was forced to leave Turin City not only because of the Mineste family, but also because of the Turin nobles who contributed to the trouble, without them Gaio would not have become a well-known "bloodthirsty butcher"!

And this Lord Nafario must have been one of those people, and now he stood up to say something sympathetic and comforting, simply trying to tie himself to him—apparently he also understood that most of the people sitting in this courtyard were allies or close to the Mineste family, and that a man of sufficient weight but little influence could share a lot of pressure on him to avoid being "besieged".

Hearing Edward's reply, Nafario nodded in satisfaction, and walked back to Holard's side with his chin raised: "My dear Lord Minest, please forgive me for my faux pas, but since His Royal Highness Prince Anson is here, of course I must pay tribute to him first, otherwise I will lose the courtesy of my courtiers." ”

"Of course, an ancient aristocratic family like you naturally knows better than me the etiquette that a courtier should fulfill. There was no trace of annoyance on Holard Minester's face, as if he had not been snubbed: "It is an honor to have a Chancellor of the Exchequer like you in the Kingdom, and I have much to discuss with you in the future." ”

"I'm afraid you don't need to discuss it with me, right?" Nafario sneered, "Look at how magnificent this garden is, I've almost lost my way three times just by walking here - thanks to the fireworks just now that showed me the way, and the Dominic merchants who filled the garden, it's really the first time I've seen so many Dominicans in the house of a powerful nobleman in Turin City!"

"The noble sons of the nobles of Turin are fighting these southern scum in the capital, and you have opened a safe haven for them - where is the need to discuss with me when you have such a money-making skill?" said Nafario, who looked cold, sneering, "I'm afraid I should have asked you for advice!"

"Perhaps, but the children of the nobility you just spoke of, many of whom are now being taken into prison for robbery and theft, and murder - a perfect illustration of the essence of war. Holard Minnest was still smiling, "Maybe you're the commander of this 'war', or maybe I should introduce you to Sir Greene Turn?"

"Pay attention to your words, my 'noble' Lord Holard Minest, what you have just said is suspected of accusing the ancient nobles of Turin. Nafario waved his hand proudly: "My family has been a part of the people of Turin since the time of the city-state, and was also one of the first families to be loyal to His Majesty Marcherus, and it is fundamentally different from people like you!"

"......" Everyone held their breath, looking at the two adults standing there, and Lady Angelica's expression was even colder - of course she knew what the so-called "essential difference" was, and all the descendants of the Mineste family knew it.

The ancient port of Seahorse was once an ancient city-state alongside Turin, but it finally surrendered in front of the army of His Majesty Levi Marcherus, and the Mineste family was "demoted" from duke to marquis.

However, even at that time, the Minests were still powerful city-states with a strong navy, and they were no less important to the Knights of the Sacred Tree than the later Knights of the Sacred Tree, and few people deliberately mentioned this matter. But as the Minest family grew richer and more important in the kingdom, the old nobles who were gradually squeezed out of the core of power began to recall that "golden years" again

The ecstasy in the heart of the former adversary who had become a defeated man, and who willingly surrendered to him, was self-evident - a shame that could never be erased for the people of the Mineste family, and how painful this shame was for them, how strong was the superiority of the nobles of the family of Turin.

The expressions of the surrounding guests were equally nervous, and this act was too straightforward to reveal the scars in public, but they were also worried that the Marquis of Holard would also taunt him back - in any case, Nafario Brindisi was the representative of the nobility of Turin, and the Mineste family, no matter how powerful they were, were always just passers-by of the city, feudal lords of the kingdom.

In a city full of "true Turinees", it is not acceptable to humiliate the surnames that represent the great glory of this ancient people.

"I have no duty to you, the Radiant Cross can bear witness to me. Obviously the atmosphere around him had begun to freeze cold, but Holard Minester still had a spring-like smile: "But there is only one master in this city, and that is His Majesty Horace Marcherus, and only he can decide whether the actions of the young nobles are truly patriotic or pure insurrection, do you say?"

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