Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 73: Special welcome banquet

"Are you sure I don't need to wear this? Ms. Ji Ni said, at the banquet..." In the room, Thales frowned, holding a small rimmed vest, and asked Putila Tao.

And these are all the luggage that the mission desperately carried with the flag, right?

"This is in Exeter, in the Northland," the neatly dressed Putila looked at him disdainfully: "Even at banquets, they hate little white faces and sissies... if you really want to If you put it on—I think you will be the strongest competitor for the party clown."

Tyles stuck out his tongue and dropped his vest.

"Ah, you know," Edda who was sitting by the window recovered, and sighed with regret: "A party without a clown is boring."

The nerves tense for nearly a month, so Thales has no time to take care of others. From the abandoned house to the Red Square Street, from the Mindis Hall to the Fuxing Palace, and from the Broken Dragon Fortress to the Longxiao City, the new second prince was hurriedly caught up with the nobleman’s carriage and put on the nobleman’s carriage without even sleeping in his bed. The prince's shackles face a different kind of challenge he has never seen before.

So it wasn't until the servant and Mike came to remind them that Thales suddenly reacted, and he didn't have any experience and knowledge of attending aristocratic banquets.

Facing the sword soldiers, facing the blood, and facing the magician, he was not too gagged, suddenly he became a little nervous.

"Don't worry," Putilai disapproved of the Northland Tobacco that he had brought from his servant. "Compared with the standards of the Stars and the Duchy of Enronzo, Exeter's banquet is simply a barracks for the big soldiers. Picnic-If you have experienced the style of Humbler and Suye, my God, their banquet etiquette is simply a sin."

"Etiquette, decoration, fashion, style, these efforts to distinguish identities, status and class, and classify people have never stopped." Thales tried his best to calm the anxiety in his heart with small talk. He squatted down and said Adjusting his shoes in front of a simple full-length mirror, he sighed: "After tonight is over, I must take a bath..."

"Think about the business tonight," Putilai didn't seem to be used to the choking tobacco in the North. He coughed and said with difficulty: "Cough, damn, they sent inferior goods—"

Putilla's words seemed to have magical powers, which made Telston forget about the cramps of the banquet, and seriously thought about the situation.

The door rang.

Rolfe stepped on his increasingly skilled metal prosthesis and walked in. It seemed that he had encountered such an occasion for the first time, and his face was a little pale outside the silver mask.

Waiya, who came after him, seemed calmer, as if he had seen such a scene before.

"Your Highness," Thales's attendant nodded solemnly: "Everything is ready."

Rolf beside him gesticulated:

[They are here. 】

Thyls nodded.

The second prince took a deep breath, and in Putila's confused expression, Huaiya and frowned brows, gestured back:

[Let's go. 】

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When the sunset hadn't fully set, Exeter's welcome party had already begun.

Led by the king’s official Mike and a group of servants, Thales walked next to Putila, followed by Rolf and Wya... As for Edda, everyone agreed that she was not suitable for participation. Action.

"I don’t know what your highness your understanding of the banquet in the Northland is, but I must remind you that the distinguished guests of the stars may not be used to our banquet," Lord Mike said blankly: "And tonight It’s more special..."

Tels responded with a friendly and understanding smile.

The group of them stepped on the rough floor tiles of the Palace of Valor, and stepped onto the stone steps.

"The Feast Hall was the place where King Nekaru hosted the Nine Horsemen in those days. It is said that the banquet of the heroes of the North lasted for three days and three nights. They ate up almost all the seizures during their battle," Mike took with respect. , Introducing them to the place they are about to go: "It is also in this place, amidst the cheers inside and outside the castle, Necaju Aix was elected king."

Tyles stepped onto the last stone steps and came to the sixth floor corridor of the Palace of Valor.

There is a lively and noisy voice.

The ground on this floor is almost seven or eight meters high from the ceiling. There are a large number of braziers here, one by one on the shelves, evenly lined up the entire corridor, burning blazingly, bringing the Palace of Heroes after the sun goes down. It shines as bright as day.

Different from the corridors full of rooms on other floors, the corridors on this floor only have a thick wooden double-opening door in the center. The servants who come and go are looking open, carrying plates or holding wine barrels, and enter In and out.

Tyles took a deep breath, exchanged glances with his subordinates, and under the leadership of Mike, stepped into the feast hall of the Palace of Valor.

The noise of loud discussions, the clash of wine glasses, the ripping of knives cutting meat, and even the noise of racking, began to invade and torture his ears.

Tyles looked up and saw the hall clearly.

This is a circular hall, with a dragon-gun in the cloud and a triangular flag hanging on the wall, a blazing brazier in every corner, and a few bright ceiling lamps hanging from the ceiling (thank God, Thales thought the lighting in the Palace of Valor was only a brazier), and servants appeared from time to time at the side door and barbecue grills, sending waves of food and drinks to the court.

The banquet hall is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people—it’s true now. At least one to two hundred people sit around a dozen parallel rectangular tables. These rectangular tables are perpendicular to the direction of the door and are set aside in the middle of the hall. A passage large enough to accommodate servants and guests.

Tyles frowned and looked around. In the far part of the hall, he was invisible at all because of his height, so Putila said softly in his ear.

But the atmosphere in the field is very lively.

Busy servants who come and go carrying plates, brutal noblemen who are arguing loudly on the table, and guests who don’t know when they’ve been red-faced, and lustful noblemen who laugh from time to time through their drunkenness Touching the passing maid's butt, arousing a yelling.

The five grand princes sit on the main seats of the five long tables with different faces: the bearded grand prince Olesiu has an unswerving face, absent-mindedly turning the wine glass in his hand, almost all with a triangle set beside him The family knights or subordinate lords of the emblem; the shaved prince of Trudida and the surrounding subjects smiled together, seeming to be in good contact with each other; the bald Grand Duke of Lecco and the Marquis of Shreis of the Conmax Alliance Sitting together, listening attentively to the latter’s slow and timid speech; the long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie still had a serious face, as if he had a cool aura. The long table he was on was the most deserted, and no one dared to come forward and talk, only the servant behind him. He and his subordinates added food or wine to him from time to time; the young Grand Duke Puffett raised his wine glass with a smile, and sat around him, not knowing whether they were the princes or the entourages of the nobles. , The latter nodded frequently, and then drank the wine in the glass together.

It's a good mix of scrutiny--it's just a copy of the Northland villagers and soldiers going to drink and drink in Aikou Village.

If it hadn’t been for Thales to raise his head, and at the end of the hall, at the end of the hall, a section of the horizontal table, he saw that Nunn VII who was surrounded by the blade guard and sitting silently drinking among several nearby ministers Almost forget the shadows of the swords and swords hidden in the conspiracy tonight.

Almost forget, it is these five kilometers that have a conspirator who is bold enough to murder the princes of the two countries.

"I don't know, the banquet has already begun." Thales turned his head and said helplessly.

"Most of the nobles have already been seated," Mike said calmly: "Your Majesty Nunn is waiting for your arrival."

Tyles narrowed his eyes and finally glanced at King Nunn VII in the distance, and noticed that his face was still cold.

The king seemed to notice his gaze, and his old but sharp gaze swept here.

"Then it's about to begin." Putila muttered intentionally or unconsciously behind him.

Thyls sighed slightly in his heart.

A few seconds later, the waiter on the side announced his identity in a loud voice under the sign of Mike:

"A distinguished guest from the Star Kingdom, His Royal Highness Prince Thales Canxing!"

The sound spread to every corner of the hall, and there was even an echo.

The noisy banquet suddenly fell silent.

At the dozen or so long tables, almost everyone stopped what they were doing—whether drinking, cutting meat, chatting, fighting, or even molesting the maid, countless eyes were cast.

Even many servants and guards on guard, and even the White Blade Guard, looked in this direction.

Tyles recognizes this feeling—the last time it was at the Star City, the National Hall of Stars meeting.

"Should I laugh at this time?" Feeling the gazes ranging from malicious and murderous to curious and friendly, Thales' expression remained unchanged, and his lips moved slightly: "I still put on a dead face, which is more in line with me. The identity of the enemy king?"

"Relax, relax, they started early, and they didn’t even arrange the order of seating... You don’t have to make a fuss and wait." Putila looked at the nervous prince and sighed: "What expression is not important, you It's just a banner called'Stars' now."

The expressionless Mike nodded at Thales, and politely extended his right hand to signal him to move forward.

"Should I just walk forward like this? Or do I stay behind and wait for someone to greet?" Thales ignored Mike, frowning under the pressure of the audience, and whispered to Pu behind him. Tila.

"If you are in the stars, of course you have to wait for the host to send someone to take you to the seat, but this is Exeter," Putila frowned and glanced at the messy hall. Many guests seemed to give up curiosity. The temptation has even begun to bite the food delivered: "Don't expect so much etiquette-walk towards your seat without squinting, I guess it is the one next to King Nunn."

Thyls walked forward with a smile that was neither humble nor overbearing and amiable as he imagined a "prince" should have.

Different from the stars, who demand rules and etiquette in everything, there is not even a carpet in the banquet hall. He stepped on the uneven floor tiles and felt like he had returned to an abandoned house.

He walked over the long table, whispering in his ear, good hearing showed its effect at this time:

"Is that the prince who is still wet?"

"I heard that I was lost for many years..."

"Seven years old? What's a joke?"

"The celestial people taught him so much, you know, genius...huh!"

"So, our army can't move because of this kid?"

"The black sand collar made a mess at the border... Kingdom Fury..."

"Rumba sent troops to send him over..."

"If this battle is still going to be fought, it must wait until the beginning of spring..."

Thyls straightened forward without squinting, and walked towards Nunn VII, who also stared at him with unclear eyes.

Finally, more and more nobles ran out of curiosity, gave up the idea of ​​seeing the prince's honor, and returned to the rhythm of the banquet.

The nobles of the Northland are very different from their counterparts in the stars. The latter always behave gracefully in the Hall of Stars. Even the rural nobles sitting in the outermost periphery must try their best to be civilized. , Whether it is behavior, or clothing decoration-this also makes the three northern families headed by Aaron, Forrese, and Zemuto, and their subordinate nobles, appear particularly prominent among the princes of the stars.

However, the Northland nobles in front of me may have different status and personality, but they all behave like rough men: from sitting to eating, from appearance to clothing, even when drinking. To make a deliberate grunt, then drip a few drops from the edge of the beard, and then slam the bottom of the cup on the table, loudly or by the opponent.

Thyls was observing the behavior patterns of these nobles silently, while advancing between the long tables on both sides, he couldn't help noticing that, except for the maids, there were almost no women in the party.

"It will appear here. Behind the banquet hall will be low-ranking nobles, close ministers of lords, meritorious knights, specially invited bureaucrats, etc.," Putila reminded faintly behind him: "You are on the front left The well-dressed servant is just delivering the meal. The one in the back right corner who is grilling on the stove looks like a servant, but in fact is the chief of the goose who is in charge of meat cooking, and is usually held by a close minister who is more trusted by the lord."

"Let the ministers go to the barbecue-Officer Palmer? Why?" Thales didn't turn his head. He wondered: "Isn't it supposed to be the work of the back chef, or is it an honor?"

"Huh, my prince," Putila said quietly: "Do you know how many assassinations and poisoning intents in the history of the empire originated in that silent barbecue corner? ?"

Thyls closed his mouth and said nothing.

They walked through the middle of the long table. Sure enough, from here on, the "quality" of the aristocrats in the North also seemed to rise with their status. There were a lot less pointing and pointing in the banquet crowd, and their eyes were silent. The exchange, and the whispering whispers of unknown meaning, rose straight up.

"The open space in the middle of the hall...If it is placed in the stars or in Anrenzo, it will be a dance floor and a performance area, but in the north," Putila walked past several guests with ill-faced faces, ignoring the one next A rude nobleman cursed in a low voice, pointed to a circular open space in the middle of the hall, and drew his cheeks: "According to my experience, when the wine is full, even if you see two rough men fighting each other on it, you don’t have to Surprised."

For the first time, Thales, who heard Putila's vulgar words, frowned: "Is it really good to use this language to the prince?"

"Be the same as you live in the countryside. Many years ago, I saw a noble princess of Exeter, who stood on the street and yelled at words like'*," Putila shook his head: "And, I see As a prince, you are still quite used to these terms."

"Ah, as your prince, I am like the noble prince in many poems and legends," Thales looked at the several grand princes who were already on the table in the distance, and quietly covered the past: "I have tasted the sufferings of the people, both virtuous and good."

Putillah gave a noncommittal hum.

They finally reached the end of the long table.

Among the people closest to them, the highest status is Grand Duke Olesiu.

"There are no music and bards, no clowns and burlesque performances, no beautiful maids, no maids with big breasts, no roasted pigs, no good guys to compete against each other in tents all over the city. Tong Le," Thales heard Grand Duke Olesiu complaining displeased to the lords around him, then turned around and spoke dissatisfiedly in the direction of King Nunn:

"What the **** is this banquet?"

Unexpectedly, Thales had many nobles in the North who echoed unanimously, sending out a wave of protest in the direction of King Nunn.

Like a vegetable market... Thales sighed, and suddenly realized that he had given the same evaluation to the National Conference before, and he was taken aback.

But King Nunn just stared coldly at the chaotic nobles off the court, without responding.

A loud but strange voice rang from the long table on the other side, responding to Olesiu:

"First of all, it was on the eve of the extreme cold. Except for the madmen like Rumba, the entire Northland was frugal, storing food and preparing for the winter. Second," Grand Duke Trudida with the lid of the pot squinted his eyes and stood up. Looking at Prince Thales who is fidgeting in the field from afar:

"This dinner is to welcome the unwelcome star prince!"

The nobles around him stood up one after another, sipping their cheers on this side.

Thyls and the stars frowned almost at the same time.

"Finally, Rebion Olesiu, when you live in other people's castles and palaces, eat his food and drink his...hehe, maybe **** him," Grand Duke Trudida said 'S maid glanced at it and showed a funny smile: "Then it's best not to point fingers at the master's arrangement."

Some Northland nobles laughed with unknown meaning.

Olesiu shook his head disdainfully and sat back in his chair.

Tyles finally came to King Nunn and bowed slightly to him.

King Nunn watched him, his emerald green eyes were full of complex emotions.

This makes Thales extremely upset.

From the beginning of stepping into Exeter, the Grand Duke of Lombard, the Viscount Cambida, and even the five princes present, every lord he met was not a simple thing, but Thales had experienced many trials and hardships. Has been able to calmly face their hostility, intimidation, oppression and even murder.

Because Thales knew exactly what they wanted.

Only the elderly king in front of him, the king who has stood at the peak of Exeter's power, made him puzzled.

The strange emotions hidden in the eyes of the other party, forcing him to cooperate with revenge, and his words and deeds in the chamber made Thales feel chilly even though the conversation between them was only a few words.

Unpredictable people are always scary.

In between, King Nunn slowly stood up and raised his hand to the leader of the Blade Guard behind him.

Nicolai nodded, he walked to Thales: "Please take a seat, your seat is at the end of your majesty's left hand."

Thyls turned his head and looked at the unattended seat at the end of the row of horizontal tables.

Although he is in the same row as the king, but...it’s so far from King Nunn.

It's almost a corner.

Putila sighed behind him.

Tyles shrugged and walked to his seat indifferently.

Rolf and Wyah followed closely.

But before he sat hot on his hips, a familiar and unfamiliar old voice sounded in the hall:

"Everyone, raise your glass!"

Thyls turned his head in a daze, Putila beside him unchanged, and hands him a glass of rye in an iron wine glass with great experience.

"Toast," the thin deputy envoy said lightly.

Thyls turned his head and watched the King Nunn, who had just lost his son, leave his seat, raised his wine glass, and said loudly to the audience:

"Welcome our guests...The second prince from the Kingdom of Stars-Thales Canxing!"

The renewed noise in the hall was quiet again.

The old king slowly stepped out of his seat and walked to the front of the hall.

Like an old lion striding dangerously, out of its territory and into the territory of other lions.

The five grand princes stared at him intently, raising their glasses from a distance, with different expressions.

"May the north wind measure his courage, and the ice and snow will wash his perseverance!"

"Because of the reasons you all know, I can't greet him happily," King Nunn looked around for a week, his expression was firm and his words were cold: "But he is already here!"

All the nobles present listened quietly to their king's speech.

Many eyes were cast towards Thales' corner.

"Then don't let anyone doubt the enthusiasm of the Northlanders and the tenacity of the Exeters-even if they are enemies of life and death!" King Nunn knocked on the wine glass, a majesty appeared on his wrinkled face , The boldness of youth is vaguely visible in his tone:

"Even if we are going to fight to the death tomorrow, we must first let us fulfill the tradition!"

Under the eyes of everyone, King Nunn lifted his glass and roared, "For Exeter!"

At that moment, everyone in the hall raised their glasses and shouted:

"For Exeter!"

King Nunn's eyes were sharp, he spoke again, and shouted a second time: "For the North!"

The roars of the guests responded solemnly to him: "For the Northland!"

The violent roar filled the hall like thunder, deafening.

The next moment, King Nunn moved sharply and drank the wine in the glass.

Following his movements, the nobles in the hall looked all together and began to drink. For a while, only countless throat purrings were heard in the feast hall.

Tyles frowned. He was holding the heavy iron wine glass in both hands, and he took a sip under the gaze of many eyes behind him.

King Nunn finished drinking, he turned around full of anger, and slammed the bottom of the wine glass on the long table!

"Boom!"

The nobles all over the hall also joined together, and all the wine glasses rested on the table in front of them.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

King Nunn raised his head again, and roared under the eyes of the full hall:

"Come on!"

"Eat! Drink! Fight! Fuck! Do whatever you want!"

For that second, Thales was really stunned.

What's so special... what is the toast?

Nun VII has a feverish face, speaking with a thick and old voice, to the guests in the audience, shouting in his common language with a northern accent: "Until you lie down, roll, soften, Climbing, being carried out of my palace!"

"Assholes!"

After a second, the guests in the lobby burst out with the same enthusiastic response, echoing like a tide in the entire banquet hall!

Many Northlanders waved their fists and howled like wild animals, indicating their support for the king's banquet.

The guests restarted the banquet with enthusiasm and hot drinks.

The chaos, noise and excitement of the whole hall instantly recovered, and the voices were full of people, even more than before!

"A distinctive toast," Putila whispered in Thales' ear: "Northland characteristics."

"You don't need to remind you of this," Thales rolled his eyes, revealing a helpless expression: "I can see it."

At this moment, King Nunn, who returned to his seat, suddenly turned his head and gave Thales a meaningful look.

Thyls's heart shuddered.

He read the message from the king's gaze.

He also knew that the other party never wanted him to enjoy the banquet.

But before he turned his head to discuss with some of his subordinates, an unexpected guest came to his seat first to visit the second prince of the stars.

Tyles was stunned~IndoMTL.com~ Standing in front of him was a kind old lady in a red robe...

"Yan, your honorable Highness Thales," the other party squinted, his voice was gentle, and his smile was filled with reassuring warmth: "My name is Kashan."

Thyls gave a friendly smile somehow.

But before he could answer in the future, Putila, who was beside him, said first: "Is there anything special for you?"

At that moment, Thales noticed that Putila's complexion on his side was so bad that he had even stiffened and stared at the old woman in front of him.

The attendant Huaiya behind him was also breathing.

Thyls questioned: They seemed to know this... old woman named Kashan?

Putilai hadn't finished speaking, his face was pale, and he seemed to open his mouth with some difficulty even breathing: "Respect..."

"Your Excellency the Red Witch?"

Red Witch?

Thyls looked at the kind old lady in front of him suspiciously.

Witch?

What the hell?

"Oh, it's just some family-conscious emotions. I especially want to ask your Highness." The kindly Kashan squinted and shook his head slightly, seemingly embarrassed: "How is my son doing in the stars?"

Son?

Thyls was startled again.

"Um," the second prince replied faintly with the perfect smile he learned from a certain young duke: "Who is your son, please?"

Kashan, known as the Red Witch, smiled gently:

"Ah! Look at my memory, I forgot to say it."

"My son, his star name is..."

In the next second, in Thales’ unclear gaze, this kind-hearted Kashan mother-in-law seemed to be afraid of the cold, constantly rubbing her hands...

Spit out a name that instantly changed his color:

"Yordel Gato."