Vol 2 Chapter 540: A piece of cake

Chapter 540: A piece of cake
Thiers does not know the order of the banquets of the stars aristocrats, but at least from the royal banquet held by him in nominal terms, the table etiquette of the stars is better than the people of the north by more than one grade:
The banquet was still in its infancy stage, people exchanged greetings in an orderly manner, men and women sat side by side, got along well and naturally, the servants and waiters came and went in an orderly manner, and the guards' track was almost low-key, and even the clowns and minstrels were happy. Appropriate, performance is moderate, never cross key areas, and annoy guests.
Thiels couldn't help but think of the banquet held by King Nunn in the Palace of Spirits, and he couldn't help but regret for a small slip of his head—but then he remembered that the latter was unknown at this moment, so the ridiculed silence became thorough. Sadly.
"Stuck down!"
"Long live the king!"
"Long live the Queen!"
The king's team entered the hall, and the originally quiet Mindice hall exploded, and the sounds of greetings and discussions surged like a tide.
"May your health be healthy!"
"Heavenly Star ..."
"Congratulations to your father and son on your reunion with the Duke ..."
There seemed to be a huge vortex centered around King Kessel in the banquet hall. It was powerful and irresistible. It attracted a group of guests from the Earl of Honor to the Baron, the invited officials to the honorary soldier. Afterwards, the ants gathered until they entered a safe distance and ran into the royal guards who had not flinched.
Many guests in the front row bowed their knees respectfully and bowed down, but decent manners could not hide their impatience.
"The Lake Murray family from the Donner salutes you ..."
"Your Majesty, on behalf of all members of the Dongcheng Police Department ..."
"Go forward, try to let your Majesty see us, but not too deliberately, so as not to lose sight of ..."
"Her Majesty, do you remember Hazard at the Battle of the Altar?"
Taylor looked at all this, watching the guests around King Kessel rushing to meet each other, bowing to salute from front to back, like straw being harvested in rows.
When the sickle arrived, the straw fell.
Thiels suddenly remembered the drama of the Night Temple that I watched as a child, and in the scene where the disaster came, the same was true of the actors who acted as "good people" on the stage. In the plot of the disaster, we followed the tension behind the scenes The accompaniment, in front of the strangely dressed "catastrophe", rushed to the ground and fell.
The only difference is that after these "straws" fall, they slowly rise again. If there is no land, they will tilt to the position of Thales, bringing a convergent but complex look.
King Kessel looked as usual with steady steps, and Queen Kaya next to him nodded softly and smiled again and again, they were silent and majestic, one was amiable, and they held their hands forward, step by step, toward two steps Above, it is the highest seat facing the entire banquet hall and also exclusive to the royal family.
Of course, not everyone was drawn into the "vortex" triggered by the king:
The Duke and Prime Minister of the East China Sea, Bob Cullen, sat on the second-level long table with a smile on his face, surrounded by the nobles of the East China Sea. The central officials and important nobles who came to pay tribute to the Prime Minister were incessant. Passionate greetings, changing cups, waiting patiently for the king and prince to come, from time to time, a few words of praise from you and me, lamenting that the kingdom will rise after the kingdom.
Duke Jen Kevin Deer sat opposite Prime Minister Cullen. Many lower-level bureaucrats and new wealthy businessmen who came to the long table with expectations but failed to gather the courage to meet the Prime Minister chose to pay their respects to the young powerlord sitting on the south bank leader. They were encouraged by the Duke. Gradually let go of the restraint, talk and laugh, and repeatedly praised the owner's approachability and noble sincerity when leaving.
In sharp contrast to this table is another long table on the same floor but quite remote: the shackled, shackled, North Duke Val Arendt sits silently on one side, ignoring the surroundings People look into the eyes differently, self-reflection, standing behind several imperial royal guards. In addition to the old knowledge of the world, only a few noble northern nobles and honorary soldiers who have fought alongside him dare Come forward to greetings.
At the other end of the long table sits the casual Duke of Cliffs Gustave Nantrast. The owner of the horned stag looks cold and looks at the sensation caused by the king. From time to time, he raises a glass to the opposite Duke Val. The nobles who had deep relations with the northern border and cliffs came to pay tribute to him, but compared to the Prime Minister and the Duke of Iris, this table could only be regarded as deserted.
In contrast, the third-tier seats next to the Duke's long table are much more harmonious. The characters sitting here may not be more noble than the Duke of Guards and the Earl of Fengfeng, but they are still important, such as the center of the Imperial Conference Political figures, bureaucrats of various ministries in Yongxing City, and important leaders of business and industry.
And the hereditary landlords of the Central Leadership, including "The Seven Stars of the Bright Star."
"There are so many people, aren't they," Baron Stowe looked blankly at the king:
"There are four dukes alone ..."
Baron Stuart paused.
He saw the boy who was accompanied by Princess Alice and smiled softly:
"Sorry, five."
"Indeed, Iris and the Sun Sword and Shield don't matter. As for the horned deer and the white eagle, including many people ..." At the same table, Viscount Adrian of Swan County agreed, sighing and looking at Mrs. Barney across the long table, looking But focused on her son and the "toy" on his hand:
"I thought I would never see it again in this life."
"The return of the young master, the kingdom is stable, and the splendor of nature is unprecedented, gratifying and congratulating," Mrs. Barney smiled and responded, and whispered to urge her son who lowered his head to play the Jiumanxing badge:
"Luther, listen to your mother, put away the Duke's gift first, and see, there are a lot of fun on the table."
Over there, D.D's father, Baron Doyle, turned his head, and happily introduced to a market bureaucrat next door:
"So, this year's grain harvest in my territory, the grain bins can't be piled up ... just you know, Gu Chi hurts farmers, if you can act according to laws and regulations, when foreigners come to buy food, the local farmers The grain market price is set higher ... I mean, it may be reasonable to set it ... oh, so, understand, after all, you have to do things according to the rules ... "
"By the way, do you see the two guards behind the Duke of Star Lake, pay attention to the more handsome one ... Well, that is the dog Daniel Doyle, who guards the royal family and is loyal and earns the trust of Duke Taylor ... So, with him here, every time I come to Mindice Hall it's like going home ... "
"The big man with a serious face next to it is Carlen Glover, my best friend and brother of the Duke serving the Duke with my son! He is also the stepbrother of Viscount Glover ... Which Glover? , You know, it is the Viscount of Hushan County, Losano Glover, one of the Seven Stars of the Star, the mainstay of the Kingdom Treasury ... "
"Oh? What? You changed your mind? Do you think Gu Chi is hurting farmers? Go back and look up the relevant laws and regulations and adjust the pricing? Oops, sir, I really did not read you wrong! To be honest, I am a man of high temperament Xu, generally I do n’t think much of those vulgar and tacky people, and only good people like adults and you who care about the country and the people and act in accordance with the rules, it is rare to see it as usual ... come and drink and drink ... "
As the king and his party approached, the adults on the noble long table also stopped talking. They were not as excited as many guests, and they continued to disregard their manners, but also stood up from the long table, paying respects.
"You don't have to salute, everyone," Taylor watched the king walk through the center of the hall, stepped on the steps, and walked across the long tables of the dukes from the most ordinary seats, listening to him slowly speaking:
"If you finish my rings one by one, we won't be able to start until dawn."
The king's tone was unconcerned, and the heavy but haunting hall.
But it made Taylor's mind startled, he subconsciously touched the back of his hand.
There are no rings there.
"Pay attention to your performance," Aunt Elise next to him noticed his abnormality, and although she smiled as usual, her tone was rarer and harsher: "Maybe Ji Ni can not care, but you ..."
Thiels felt only a tight arm.
"You are a prince. In the face of the whole kingdom, the expression, expression, eyes, tone ... every action will be infinitely magnified and over-read."
His aunt was holding him, but his words were full of power, and Taylor could not help but straighten up and adjust his manners:
"Put your armor on, or in Jenny's words: raise your shield."
Tyers took a deep breath and tried to make the smile natural.
Under the guidance of Baron Quentin, the head of the court, and Adrian, the royal guard, the king took the queen, familiarly stepped on the highest order, and sat comfortably.
Facing the guests, overlooking the lobby.
Tyres was seated at the table of the lower king level at the suggestion of Mallorth and Gilbert. Aunt Elise and Ginny sat on his left, and both of them threw him at him. Concerned eyes.
A few meters away, Jen Kevin Deere, next door, showed Taylor a profound smile.
Countless lights go up and down, focusing on those few tables.
The guests had different expressions and different reactions.
Of course, from the king's point of view, Taylor's actions must be the same.
Tyres listened to his heartbeat, but walked for a second without "professionalism". He suddenly remembered the memories of previous lives, the moment you stood on the podium, all the luck and fantasy you had in your school days will be shattered. :
It turned out that for thousands of days, the teachers were able to see the small movements that you thought were hidden and low-key and no one found them under the desk.
But they still pretended that nothing happened, and continued the lecture patiently and with a smile.
It seems that the students in the audience are good children who listen carefully, don't they?
At this moment, Taylor maintained a smile and looked at the "good students" in the hall quietly, and suddenly realized the height of the king's seat.
"Damn, zombie, you sit there a little bit, otherwise the pretty maids ... I mean the servants can't handle the food ..." Doyle's voice gnashed his teeth from behind him:
"It's too narrow here, is it really for the prince? The barney banquets are wider than this ..."
"Still, the waiters have no human rights ..."
Next door, Mallos, who was at the table with Gilbert, narrowed his eyes.
D.D's whispered complaint immediately disappeared into Taylor's ear.
The ballroom slowly became quiet from noisy.
The master and prime minister of the East China Sea, Duke Coulomb rose from the table with a smile. He reached out to stop the music, and then saluted the king. His huge stomach almost receded the long table by several inches.
"Your Majesty, Yongxing City hasn't had such a big royal banquet for a long time. This is a national event ..."
But Kessel V just waved his hand gently, and inadvertently blocked the words of the Prime Minister in his mouth.
"I know why you came."
"You also know why I am here."
The king's cold voice echoed in the hall, just like his countless imperial conferences, and the temperature dropped:
"You don't have to waste time."
Apparently, Prime Minister Cullen, who had prepared a large number of opening remarks, took a moment.
I saw King Kessel leaning on his chair and said lightly:
"Let's eat."
Come to the rare royal banquet in the hall, and look forward to the festive and enthusiastic guests together!
what?
At that moment, whether it was the calm grandpa adults, the ladies and ladies in costumes, or the performers who enthusiastically became famous here, the guards and servants who tried their best to maintain order ...
Everyone seemed to be pouring cold water on his face.
There was no sound in the hall, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.
Princess Alice beside her sighed, and Gilbert next door frowned.
After a few seconds of silence, the hall began to whisper endlessly, and the guests whispered, like a beep.
The Duke Coulomb was standing still, a little at a loss.
Feeling the atmosphere around him, Thiers rolled his eyes and lowered his head subconsciously.
Lying down.
Daddy Kessel.
I look down on you.
You are the strongest killer of the kingdom!
However, speaking of the atmosphere killer ...
It would be nice if Duke Falkenhaus was here, as boring as him, and he must know how to answer.
In the noisy buzz, the guests' opinions were different.
"You know, this wasn't the case for Katherel ..." Aunt Elise pressed her ears and explained in awkward whisper:
"Perhaps because the royal family hasn't held a banquet for too long ..."
At the seat of the Seven Stars, the old Viscount Patterson whispered disdainfully and disrespectfully:
"No matter how many years have passed ... even with the crown, the boy's speech is still terrible."
"I guess that's what he said when he was going to be a woman: Let's do it."
All the guests at the same table were awkward and laughed.
Until Viscount Adrian responded decently:
"Simple and efficient, straightforward."
"Your Majesty is indeed our role model."
Viscount Patterson hummed, and the yin and yang were vague and vague:
"we?"
On the other side, Baron Stuart turned his head and nodded expressionlessly:
"we."
At the far seat of foreign guests, Jorge from the Northland Elk City shines.
"This king has a kind ..."
Bearded beard smiled, regardless of the eyes of people around:
"Damn, I start to like him."
The scene lasted for several seconds, until the Duke Coulomb sighed, coughed a few times, suppressed the gradual situation, and resumed bitterness:
"Your Majesty, but by convention, the opening party requires you to make a toast ..."
King Kessel looked up slowly, as if sober from contemplation:
"Really? I'll forget it soon."
Duke Cullen nodded and laughed:
"Yes, think about the banquets you attended when you were young, right? A lot of them are held here ..."
The king narrowed his eyes, and his voice was as thick as ever, and it made people feel right:
"But it wasn't my turn to speak at that time, was it?"
The Duke of the East China Sea shuddered.
"Sir, this ..."
He was pale, his lips opened and closed, and he was still unable to answer.
Seeing that Duke Cullen had to pay attention to the public influence and take care of the King's face, he was so embarrassed that he had nothing to say, and could not help sympathizing with him.
The thought of this poor fat grandpa who is actually the Prime Minister, is probably embarrassed by King Kessel at the Imperial Conference every day ...
"Ok."
King Kesle hummed, and he let go of the poor prime minister, looking at the lower seat:
"Child, you come."
In the eyes of the king, Thales subconsciously responded to His Majesty's head in accordance with the instinct of ritual training.
The etiquette is perfect and the smile is decent.
To show loyalty.
but……
what?
A few seconds later, the young Duke of Xinghu turned back and smiled.
wait.
what did he say?
Come, what come?
The next moment, everyone's gaze came in!
It seemed like countless cold-glowing swords, full of the local frame of Thales.
The Duke Coulomb breathed out and sat down tremblingly.
The king lowered his head again and played with the glass in his hand, as if everything just had nothing to do with him.
Thiels realized the situation.
He turned back indifferently, seeing the look that Queen Koya expected, Ji Ni's surprised and worried eyes, Gilbert's anxious expression, Mallos' thoughtful expression, and countless ...
"Tyls."
Princess Alice had a smile on her face, calmly, but she pushed his arm under the table, and her mouth shaped like a few mosquito-like syllables:
"Hurry up, don't hesitate to speak."
"whatever."
After a few months of training, no one needs to be reminded that Prince Taylor stands up instinctively.
Thanks to Ji Ni's etiquette lesson, he was elegant and calm.
Only Thales himself knew that it was all fake.
At this moment, the crime of prison river is desperately helping him stabilize his body's response, from joints and muscles to blood vessels and heartbeat ...
It was like a poor plasterer who was panting back and forth, demolishing the east wall and filling the west wall, but still couldn't stop the house from leaking.
Tyers took a deep breath, while desperately maintaining a calm smile, he frantically moved his brain.
No, speech, what speech?
Festival, is there an item in the program list?
Didn't mention it during the party rehearsal!
Thales was extremely stiff, and in the eyes of outsiders, he twisted his neck calmly, and held up the wine glass full of wine that he didn't know and had no time to know.
He looked into the hall with eyes full of emotions: doubt, curiosity, expectation, fanaticism, gloat ...
The crime of prison river is a little overwhelmed, and has been changing back and forth, but still can't figure out what the master wants at this moment: explosive power? speed? lasting? agile? Senses? balance?
Or is it the nature of the fight?
Thiels struggled to suppress the guilty crime of Hell River, which was delayed because he could not find the target.
After all, this is not a life-and-death battle.
Tyers grinned grievingly, raised his glass, nodded slightly, and cleared his throat for a long time.
No, it's more difficult than fighting.
fighting? Clean up opponents like Meteor, Death Raven, Legendary Wings, and Penalty Knight?
Is that a piece of cake?
(End of this chapter)