Late spring April, twenty-seven.

There were still three days before the Victory Day celebration, and the Norman City soldiers and civilians were all dispatched, and everywhere was decorated with lights, drums and music, and the streets were bustling with people.

In the flower hall of the annex, Allegri stole half a day of leisure, leaning comfortably back on a soft chair, as if pondering the relief of the vault, why it was a pack of wolves and not a cat.

"Teacher, this is the material of the Marquis of Walleden. Dargnon walked into the room, his steps were as light as a tanuki, a small habit left over from his career as a killer, but in the mansion of the great nobles, it was one of the most common rules for the subordinates to act lightly, so there was no need to worry about revealing the stuffing and not deliberately correcting it.

"Let me see. Allegri sat up and yawned. I don't know why, but lately, he has been sleeping more and more sleepy, and he can't get up his spirits, and his daily meditation has achieved nothing, and the increase in his magic power is minimal.

The "Marquis de Walleden" that Dargnan referred to was their final choice for the appointment. This is a middle-aged nobleman from a famous family, who is now the head of the Imperial Ministry of Finance, and has both qualifications and prestige, and is said to be humble and polite, so he should not do anything excessive.

It is worth mentioning that the reason for the invitation of the Marquis is quite unique. A self-proclaimed avid fan of magic, he had specialized in magic since he was a child, and although he had since interrupted to take over the family affairs, he had stumbled up to the rank of beginner magician. When he heard that Allegri had arrived in Norman, he used this as an excuse to invite His Excellency the Grand Magician to his house for a light meal, so that he could fulfill his long-cherished wish.

Among the many empty invitations, this one immediately stood out for its innovative ideas. Won the favor of Allegri. But good feelings are good feelings, and you still have to do enough homework in advance. Fortunately, the Marquis of Walledon was also the most powerful minister in the three divisions and six provinces, so soon, Dargnan got back a thick stack of information.

"This information...... I want to be a little familiar. Allegri scanned the materials in his hand. The more I looked at it, the more I wondered. He seemed to have read some of the transcribed content on paper.

"Most of these materials have been prepared by Miss Onesa," replied Dargnan at once, "and I have just sorted them out with Steward Colin and added some of the newly collected information before we put them in for the teacher to review. ”

"No wonder. Allegri patted his head and came to his senses. Just yesterday. He had also seen the list of Imperial officials that Onisha had listed, and the Marquis of Walledon was at the very end of that list, so Allegri only glanced at it and did not delve into it, but it also left a faint impression.

"Also, about this banquet. We've also done a bit of investigation," Dalgnan thought for a moment. "The banquet is scheduled to begin at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, but before half past four, the teacher will arrive at the other party's mansion, and the Marquis of Walledon understands that we are new to the house, so he will send out the carriage in advance." We will pick you up at the annex. ”

"In this way, the Marquis is quite attentive. Allegri's expression softened a little. Although he has been in this world for a while, he has really not participated in such a banquet on formal occasions a few times. Dressed in an awkward dress. Being surrounded by a large group of people in the middle of the cold and asking for warmth, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and hurriedly asked,

"By the way, this banquet shouldn't be very grand, right?"

"Uh......" Dargnan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously diverted the topic, "Since it has already been decided, can it still break the contract?"

From his words, Allegri heard a hint of foreboding, shook his head hurriedly, and comforted himself, "No, didn't the invitation say that this was just a light meal, and there would definitely not be too many people in attendance." ”

"This ...... Teacher," Dargnan cautioned, as if he was afraid of a big movement, so he scared Allegri away, "According to the information I just inquired about, most of the noble families in Norman City will send people to attend this banquet, and some people even offer a high ......price of thousands of gold coins for a seat."

Allegri didn't know that no matter how big the banquet was, the invitations sent out would modestly call it a "light meal".

Even if all the celebrities and magnates of the empire attended, this was the case. It doesn't matter how big or small, it's just a habit that has been passed down for years.

Of course, according to the original intention of the Marquis of Walleden, he probably didn't want to make things too big. It would be nice if only one of you had contact with Allegri and then get everything done quietly.

The reason why I say this is because the Marquis is a moderate among the aristocratic forces. Their idea was to get as close as possible to Allegri, and then to pay a price for the Herseus Valley in peace.

The members of this faction are mainly some high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Finance and the Ministry of Political Affairs, and their territories are mostly in rich industrial and commercial cities or plain areas.

But when the news of Allegri's promise to go to the appointment spread, the situation was beyond the control of the Marquis. How many pairs of eyes are staring, how can you be allowed to secretly eat white food alone.

First, some nobles with good relations came to visit and asked to attend tomorrow's banquet. Before Walleden could react, the chief and deputy chief of the three divisions and six provinces began to speak and give orders. Helplessly, the Marquis's official position was lower than theirs, so he could only put the representatives sent by the high-ranking officials on the list of attendees at the banquet.

In Norman City, there were some who had higher official positions than Walledon, and there were some who had higher titles than him, and there were many who had better relations, and later, even many noble colleagues who were just general acquaintances rushed to the door with shy faces. No matter how unreasonable you are, the Marquis of Walledon, you can't offend the entire noble group.

Timing, you can only blame the bad timing. The Victory Day celebrations were approaching, the Normans were flocked to the Normans, and the number of nobles in the city reached a sensational level. At the beginning, it was only the big nobles who paid attention to it, but slowly, a wave of following the trend was formed.

It seems that if you can't attend this banquet, you can't be considered a member of high society.

Regardless of whether the title was high or low, everyone enthusiastically signed up, and looking at the longer and longer list, the Marquis of Walledon wanted to cry without tears.

With so many people, just eating and drinking can make him lose all his money and go to his grandmother's house.

But as the financial elite of the empire, the Marquis naturally would not stand still, he hid in the backyard and meditated for a long time, and really came up with a good idea. (To be continued......)

PS: (It's the end of the year.) ）