As Fran progressed, his own groveling servants opened for him the thick door that symbolized the most prosperous place of Orin. Extremely infectious music comes from behind the door, which is the joy of madness contributed by the souls of the musicians hidden in the corners!

The music seemed to have some kind of magic, like a whisper, echoing through the empty hall. The bustling reception hall of the past has been completely emptied, and in the brightly lit hall, countless dark lines are painted into some kind of weird and complicated patterns, and there are even some strange crystals standing in the interweaving of several key lines. Pale soldiers in quaint armor stood straight by the wall, acting as guards.

It is hard to imagine that half a day ago, the Red Tassel Pavilion, which never closes, was still bustling with crowds in the past, and the greedy and confused atmosphere was unceremoniously and rudely expelled from the moment the soldiers of the dead country stepped into the Red Tassel Pavilion, along with the nobles who were drunk and obsessed with lust in the daytime, or the fake nobles who mixed in and begged for an appreciation. Then, the cultists who had never seen it before followed the soldiers, under the leadership of a servant, with countless precious secret ritual materials, in just half a day, a top-level secret ritual was drawn out of thin air from scratch, of course, with the help of a little joy and the power of the mad lady, but it is undeniable that after the orders of Dan Shi were handed down one by one, the soldiers, servants, and diners who enjoyed the banquet completed this demanding request efficiently and quickly and perfectly.

"That's a soldier who died in the country. The main thing is to take care of the secret ritual from being destroyed by someone who cares," explained the old butler, and then led Fran up a hidden staircase. Stepping into the second floor of the Red Tassel Pavilion, it was a scene that was different from the first floor, a large number of tables were neatly arranged, countless foods were placed on the tables, and even a little steaming. A myriad of different wines are stacked on the walls, and can only be found in the cellars of some aristocratic nobility on a daily basis, as well as the finest wines that pass between the lips and tongues of high-end sommeliers.

The second floor, which was originally used as a banquet hall, was now unrecognizable, with huge long tables scattered all over the place, and some empty short tables arranged in parallel as if this was the real place to be seated, and the most important place was on a high platform, on which several small tables were neatly arranged, and there were no dishes on the small tables. A few luxurious chairs were placed behind the small table.

Seeing such a normal scene, Fran was relieved. In his mind, this event, organized by demons and participated by demons, must have some terrifying and strange sights, such as wine cups made of skulls, alcohol made of scarlet blood, and broken limbs. But when he actually saw the venue, he realized that he seemed to be thinking too much. Although the banquet here was extremely prosperous, even far more than Franc had seen and heard on a daily basis, fortunately, there was no bloody scene that Franc expected. It seemed that this banquet was actually a feast of bliss of secret rituals, and without the dense spells and patterns in the hall on the first floor, it would have been nothing more than a slightly more luxurious human banquet.

"Time is in a hurry, and I can only arrange such a rudimentary secret ceremony." The old butler seemed to have some regrets, "Being able to host a family's feast of bliss is also a rare experience in the troupe, and it is enough to show off." ”

"It's already good." Fran looked around as many chefs and servants walked around the long tables, placing their meals on empty seats.

Seeing Fran's gaze, while there was still some time, the old butler explained, "These are ordinary human beings, and when the banquet officially begins, these human beings will be expelled so as not to have an adverse impact on the secret ritual, of course, this is also to avoid unnecessary harm to them, after all, this kind of high-level secret ritual, if there is no invitation, but the energy emitted everywhere is enough to cause the distortion of ordinary people." ”

Fran nodded and walked forward, and the servants he met along the way all bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at Fran. This is not because of the so-called demons, but because of the survival guidelines that are deeply rooted in their rules of conduct in the world, not to look directly at the nobles, so as not to anger those nobles who are high up.

If he angered the young nobleman who was young, but could take over the entire Red Tassel Pavilion as a banquet, the owner of the Red Tassel Pavilion would not hesitate to torture them to death in order to appease the young nobleman's anger.

"That's where you are." The old butler stretched out his hand to the chair that was on the highest place, the most noble, and the most richly decorated.

Seeing Fran's somewhat puzzled gaze, the old butler smiled and explained, "Don't worry about the other guests, you, as the host of this banquet and the center of the secret ceremony, must sit in that position. ”

Hearing the old butler's words, Fran took a deep breath and stepped up the low steps to approach the luxurious but strange chair at the very top. All kinds of strange patterns and stamps are decorated on the chairs, and there are many inviolable sacred meanings in the strange images. It is strange that these two contradictory sensory stimuli are displayed in a single chair.

"That is the most important thing in the entire secret ritual, and it is also the hub that connects you to the secret ritual, and it is the crown of the celebrant who deliberately used his power to teleport to the scarlet plane, and transferred it through the cannibals." The old butler stooped to the side and introduced Fran to the unusual chair.

At this point, the old butler paused for a moment, and finally spoke, "In order for this chair to be delivered to Orin on time, two hundred and thirty ordinary diners and two fanatical eaters were paid for the feast, and the archbishop of the eaters who led the team was hit hard. The supporting soldiers and soldiers who died also suffered a little loss. Master Fran, you need to know that the food delivery person alone has already caused a headache for many enemies who have malicious intentions towards the feasters, so many people don't want the feasters to have another family member. Especially a family member like you......"

After a slight pause as he stroked the arm of the chair, he turned his head and looked around at the busy servants below with purple eyes.

The young man's flat voice sounded, "So, this banquet may not go well?" ”

The old butler shook his head, "It's not possible, it's certain." As for which side is causing the trouble, it is not clear. The nobleman who stopped the car earlier was obviously a pawn that some people were tempting, but this chess piece was not stupid, and after realizing that he was being used, he chose to retreat. ”

"It's a headache to think about." With a sigh, Fran turned and sat down on the chair, which seemed to be clean and tidy, but was actually stained with blood. Some kind of precious-looking leather wrapped around the armrest, and a chill emanated from the palm of Fran's hand placed on it.

"I'm sorry, Master Fran, we can share other things for you, but only this matter, we can't interfere, we can only solve it by yourself, this is also part of the secret ceremony, after all, there will be conflicts at the banquet, it is inevitable. And how you, as the host of the banquet, deal with the conflict is also a test for you at the banquet. ”

"Part of the Secret Ritual? Will my actions affect the Mysteries? Fran, who didn't know anything about the secret rituals, was ashamed to ask.

"Yes." The old butler's face was puzzled, "Your handling will directly lead to your acceptance of the power of the secret ritual, please be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

Fran looked at the old butler with a hesitant and stumbling face, and knew in his heart what the old butler had not said, "Mr. Butler is trying to persuade me not to retreat any longer?" Fran smiled a somewhat stiffly, and before the old butler opened his mouth, he said, "Don't worry, Mr. Butler." I'm not a rigid guy, I'm a selfish monster, and I won't give in to things like this. ”

When the old butler heard Fran say this, his heart was settled, and he slowly exhaled a breath, revealing a rather relaxed expression, "If the young master can figure it out, that's excellent." ”

Fran didn't reply, just tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and the somewhat heavy gown pressed him out of breath, like the ghost of the chair under him hovering above his head, casting a questioning look at him.

"I still don't like to owe people something." Fran whispered. The old butler's eyes were soft, and he looked at the young man beside him who was born to be called a demon, almost growing tenaciously and savagely like a weed in the spurtat of thousands of people.

What does the rejoicer think, what the mad lady thinks, what the emperor thinks, what does the voyeur think, what does it have to do with him as a dying old butler? Fran, Fran, Fran, you are not the only one who once grew wildly. The old housekeeper has always had a kind of love and affection for Fran, which has nothing to do with the so-called dependents, but because when they met for the first time, opposite the aggressive girl, the stubbornness in Fran's purple eyes flashed, reminding him of the young master who was equally pale and thin.

Constantine......

It's been a long time, so long that in terms of the lifespan of his dependents, he is already very old. The hatred seemed to become less important with time, and he spent his days and nights repairing the Norton Pavilion to keep everything in order. I thought I would follow the Norton Pavilion and fall into the dust of this remote but dangerous plane.

But just then, Lady Madness sent down an oracle and ordered him to meet his new master. I think that the god who takes pleasure in playing tricks and watching plays has already expected this situation.

"Master Fran, don't be nervous, I'll always be by your side, no matter what we're up against." The old butler bowed, "This is my gift to you at this feast: for my worthless humble loyalty. ”

Looking at the stunned flickering across the calm face, the old butler showed a childishness that had not been shown for a long time, and winked at Furron, obviously quite proud, "Although I have taken some shortcuts, as far as the truth is concerned, I am the first guest to present you with a gift." Even those crowns haven't robbed me~"