Giving favors without leaving a trace is the art of language.

As now, did the Marquis of Walledon say anything more? He just gave a natural account of the situation of the people attending the banquet, and even if it was circulated, it would be beyond reproach. But to Allegri's ears, it was all very valuable information, at least so that he had a certain psychological preparation, so that he would not be caught off guard.

"Viscount Davide?" Allegri also asked casually in a casual tone, "isn't he grounded by the king?"

"This ...... It's okay to do it evenly. "Lord Marquis doesn't care about waving his hand, the so-called grounding is just a gesture, is there really anyone who can stay by Davide's side around the clock and monitor his every move. Besides, finding an excuse to go out is not a big deal, and no one will dig into it for the sake of King Nacini's face.

Of course, Davide did not come to the banquet to eat and drink. Considering his previous conflict with Allegri, the provocation in it is also ready to be revealed.

"Very good, there is finally an acquaintance at the table. Allegri smiled and replied, as if unimpressed. Although it is true, the process of getting to know each other is not as pleasant as it is said.

Talking and laughing, the two have walked into the flower gallery in front of the hall, the jade-white stone pillars are carved with cloud patterns in the distant mountains, and the verdant vines climb up, all the way up and down, step by step, the ingenuity is unique, people can't help but sigh.

Allegri looked at it with admiration, and the Marquis of Walledon did not bother. In the information he had gathered beforehand, Allegri was a weaker and somewhat wooden magician. Although by chance, he has a certain amount of power, but everyone believes that in this process. Both Herseus and Dios played a greater role and were better suited to be a leader.

But the brief conversation just now completely subverted the old impression in the memory of the Marquis. The upstart of the empire in front of him is sharp and knowledgeable. There are merits in dealing with people, and they are by no means general.

Can you pull it into your own camp?

This whimsical thought, once it came to mind, lingered in his heart. If you can tie the other party to your own family, then it can be regarded as a good thing to kill two birds with one stone, not only to achieve the desired effect, but also to reduce the risk of the future, as long as the Herseus Valley. There is no question of principle.

It is this "as long as" that the Marquis decides, or continue to observe for a period of time, and then make the final choice. Don't seek merit, but seek no fault, in this critical period, it is better not to come forward too early.

The two continued on, the corridor going back and forth. The surrounding terrain was getting lower, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard beneath my feet.

Isn't it. In this Walledon Manor, is there still living water?

Allegri wondered if that was the case, it would not be an easy project. On the way through the door, he found nothing particularly extravagant, and it did not seem to be worthy of Walleden's name of wealth. All the way. Lush old trees are everywhere, enveloping the entire estate in shade and making it difficult to get a full view of the view.

The sound of the water calmed down again, and Allegri followed the Marquis of Walledon and turned the last corner.

World. Suddenly, wide.

Allegri really didn't expect that there would be such a clean lake in the Walledon Manor. The rain lines are rising, rippling on the water surface with a circle of fine ripples, and the mist rises and diffuses, looking from afar, the smoke waves are vast, like a fantasy.

The white stone building stands near the lake, with high doors and narrow windows, and the eaves are in the air, like a white gull with wings ready to fly. The protruding lines are carefully outlined with gold powder, so that it has a graceful and luxurious temperament in the plain elegance.

Shaken by this situation, Allegri was stunned for a moment before slowly coming back to his senses. In terms of beauty, the elven buildings of the Sprinkled Moon Spring Forest are even higher than this. But in the hustle and bustle of the city, under the ordinary appearance, there is such an ethereal scene hidden, that kind of unexpected abrupt turn, which makes people have to be intoxicated.

"The banquet hall is over there, please. The Marquis of Voledon was very pleased with Allegri's reaction, and he pointed to the beautiful building and invited him kindly.

"Okay," Allegri nodded, looking at the surrounding lake and water, and exclaimed sincerely, "The winding path is secluded, and it is in harmony with the odds, it seems that the Marquis has hills and valleys in his chest." ”

It took a little time for the Marquis of Walledon to figure out the meaning of the compliment, he was secretly refreshed in his heart, and replied with a busy smile, "It turns out that Your Excellency the Earl has also dabbled in this way, and I hope to give me more advice on the shortcomings." ”

"It's all one, it's like nature, and the juniors have nothing to say," Allegri was also afraid of saying too much, but instead showed his feet, so he chuckled and shook his head, diverting the topic to the other side, "Don't let you adults wait, let's go over as much as possible." ”

A winding corridor, about three feet above the water, stretched from their feet to the banquet hall in the distance.

The two walked and talked casually, and soon came to the front of the hall, where the tall and handsome attendant was waiting solemnly on one side. Seeing that the host and the guest of honor had arrived, he hurriedly bowed down to greet him, and immediately pushed open the two heavy wooden doors with wrong gold.

Allegri looked up, and in the splendid banquet hall, the nobles in straight dresses were gathering in twos and threes, and the atmosphere was lively and discussing something. It is dotted with several women dressed in gorgeous skirts, delicate and lovely, and is the focus of every small circle.

The sound of the door opening alarmed everyone, and the hall suddenly fell silent, and dozens of eyes were on it at the same time.

"Your Excellency, let me introduce you. As if sensing Allegri's embarrassment, the Marquis of Walledon patted him on the shoulder with encouragement and said softly.

Before he could reply, the Marquis was already pulling him through the crowd towards the end of the hall.

There, the atmosphere was much more solemn, except for the three nobles, who were sitting peacefully, everyone else stood respectfully beside them, not daring to trespass slightly.

Sitting in the middle was a gray-haired old man, who was discussing something in a low voice with the richly dressed lady on his left. The middle-aged nobleman on the right, about the same age as Walleden, has eagle-nosed eagle eyes, a gloomy complexion, drooping eyelids, and does not seem to be interested in any of the surrounding qiē.

Allegri followed the Marquis of Walledon's pointing, and the three of them nodded slightly, as a salute, but none of them got up. This proves that their identity is higher than themselves, as well as the Marquis of Walledon next to them. (To be continued......)

PS: (2000 words.) ）