When Davide strode out of the banquet hall, the black-robed mage and Haji were also preparing to leave.

The sound of hurried footsteps alarmed them, and the two of them turned their heads together, looked at the viscount with a fierce glint in his eyes, kicked away the waiter next to him, and walked straight to the gate of the manor.

"It's so murderous," Haji frowned, hesitated for a moment, but hesitated, "There's a saying, I don't know whether to ask ...... or not."

"You and I have been friends for many years, why not?" the black-robed mage stopped and smiled.

"It is precisely because we have been friends for many years that I wonder very much," Haji paused, and then continued to ask, "What kind of situation was it at that time, that you actually decided to let Davide take on this important responsibility, and what was his heart, with your experience, I must not be unable to see it, right?"

"What can you see?" The old magician, who had always been calm and unhurried, spread his hands helplessly, "For such a serious matter, the king still trusts the blood of the same clan and clan, how can he allow others to put their beaks?"

When it came to King Nachinani, Hadji suddenly became dumbfounded. He is a pure imperialist, who once hid beside the former king with the respect of a great magician, served as a secret guard for more than ten years, and was loyal, so he naturally did not discuss the rights and wrongs of the emperor.

"Let's go, with the pressure of the king, Davide will not dare to make a mistake. The black-robed mage comforted them, and the two turned around and disappeared into the misty smoke and rain.

******

According to common sense, the moment when the dinner is over is the most lively time for a banquet.

The wine is hot, the strings are soothing, and the noble men and women dancing are naturally the focus of everyone's attention. But the noisy appearance also provides a lot of convenience, and I don't know how many secret transactions have been reached.

But today, perhaps there is too much foreplay, and the passion has long been exhausted. Everyone's interest was not very high.

Naturally, Copov didn't participate in any balls, so after dinner, he took his leave. This ruthless chief has always been like this, and it is not surprising to everyone, they are still talking about the abnormal behavior of Viscount Davide. Occasionally, he focused on another person, but found that this magician was very determined, smiling and smiling, and his face was as usual.

Also not going to the ball was the Duke of Tagore, of course, he didn't want to, but he was afraid of flashing his old waist. Allegri sat next to him, and inadvertently spotted the sanctimonious old duke, drinking tea, but his eyes were secretly wandering the dance floor. I couldn't help but laugh in my heart.

On the contrary, Madame de Vrys, who acted without scruples, and when someone invited her, she rose up generously, and even took the initiative to invite Dargnan to dance together, which frightened His Excellency the "Ice Orchid Blade" and waved his hand again and again, and almost shrank under the chair.

"Madame has kindly invited, why don't you agree?" Fennie and he knew each other well. When Madame de Vryss left, she laughed casually. Although the problem is still there. But finally there is a solution, and the girl, who has always been depressed, has become much more cheerful.

"Snowton's dance music, I'm not familiar with it. Dalgnan scratched his head, not knowing whether to address him as "master".

"It's okay," Allegri said with a smile. Interrupted, "Buyada's tune is also quite popular in Snowton, and I asked them to change it for you?"

"Until then, teacher. Why don't you invite Miss Feeney to dance with you?" said Dalgnan, who sneered at each other, and the relationship between the two was that of teacher and friend, and the occasional little joke was harmless.

"I would have like," said Allegri, a cheeky man, with a regretful look on his face, "but unfortunately I don't know a single dance song for either Snowton or Buyada." ”

Dargnan thought back for a moment, and really realized that Allegri had never talked about music since the two met, so he shook his head helplessly.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people in the hall, and I don't know if they had run away to the private room next to them, or if they had already left. Allegri estimated that the time was almost up, and took his leave to the Marquis of Walleden.

He had already prepared a word of thanks, and the Marquis of Walledon naturally had to be modest, and the two of them were pulling back and forth, knowing that they were all disguises, but they had to make enough gestures.

"Alright, Lord Marquis," Allegri politely promised, "After the Victory Day celebration, I must rush back to the territory immediately, I am afraid that I will not be able to return to the invitation, and the next time I come to Beijing, I will definitely make up for it, and then the Lord will not refuse." ”

"How can it," the Marquis of Walledon took his hand warmly, "if I have time, I will go to the Herseus River Valley and personally inspect the 'Golden Trade Road', and I will count on you to entertain me." ”

"Definitely, definitely," Allegri glanced around, finding no trace of Madame de Vlais, and only bowed his hand to the Duke of Tagore, "Old Duke, the junior has retired first." ”

"Does the Earl want to leave his fiancée here and go by herself?" said the Duke of Tagore, standing up with a smile on his face, "Fenice is a delicate flower, and you are not afraid of being robbed by anyone." ”

"How come," Allegri secretly woke up, knowing that he could easily show his feet in such details, and hurriedly remedied with a natural expression, "The old man is highly respected, so naturally I will say goodbye to you first." ”

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Allegri turned his head and said softly, "Let's go, Fennie, I'll send you back to the house first." ”

******

The guests of honor left, the nobles also left, and this luxurious banquet finally came to an end.

The remaining young men and women in the hall became even more unscrupulous, and seeing their anxious appearance, the Marquis of Walledon shook his head, but he couldn't say anything, after all, a few familiar figures were his own rabbit cubs.

At the gate of the manor, watching Allegri and Fini enter the carriage and drive east, the Duke of Tagor stood still for a moment, lowered his voice and ordered, "Go, inform Viscount Davide." ”

One of the guards whispered, turned on his horse, and disappeared into the drizzle in an instant.

"My lord, do you need my help?" was deceived by the other party to win, and Landers was full of resentment, so he took the initiative to plead.

"Who's help?" Duke Tagor glanced at him and said coldly, "Landers, everyone knows about your gamble with Allegri, and if there are traces of frost spells on the scene, won't it lead the water to your own head?"

"Yes, I was negligent. Landers was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"Let Davide do whatever he wants," said the Duke of Tagore, as if preaching, as if muttering to himself, "it has nothing to do with you, much less with me...... The Victory Day celebration is imminent, and even if the king is angry again, he will not be too angry. ”

Landes nodded as if he didn't understand, and the fingers shrouded in his sleeve flicked slightly, instantly activating the magic array embroidered on the inner lining. (To be continued......)

PS: (Today, I'm going out.) ）