Vol 2 Chapter 140: Featured Welcome Banquet

Chapter 140 Features Welcome Banquet
"Are you sure I don't have to wear this? Ms. Ginny said that at the banquet..." In the room, Tyres frowned, holding a small striped vest and asked Putilley.
And these are also the missions that make the group work hard, and the baggage that is carried out with the banner is not?
"This is in Exeter, in the North," the well-dressed Putilie looked at him disdainfully: "Even at the party, they hate the little white face and the sissy... if you really want to put that thing The words above - I think you will be the strongest contender for the banquet clown."
Tyres spit out his tongue and dropped the vest.
"Ah, you know," Edda, sitting by the window, came back and sighed with regret. "The party without the clown is very boring."
Nearly a month of nervous tension, let Taylor have no time to take care of others. From the huts to the Red Square Street, from the 闵迪思厅 to the Fuxing Palace, and then from the Broken Dragon Fortress to Longyan City, the new second prince did not sleep in his bed, and was rushed to catch the noble carriage. The shackles of the prince face a different challenge he has never seen before.
So it was not until the servants and Melk came to remind them that Teres suddenly reacted and did not have any experience or insight into the aristocratic banquet.
Facing the swordsman, facing the blood family, he was not too ill-advised in the face of the magician, and suddenly became a little nervous.
"Don't worry," Putilie did not agree with the Northland tobacco that came from the servant. "Exter's banquet is simply a military camp picnic with the stars and the standards of the Anlenzo Principality - If you have experienced the style of Hamble and staying up late, God, their banquet etiquette is simply a crime."
"Crafts, decoration, fashion, style, these distinctions of identity, separation of status and class, the efforts to classify people never stop," Taylors tried to calm down with the chatter, he kneel down, on one side of the simple Adjusting his shoes before the mirror and sighing: "I must take a shower after the end of the night..."
"Think about the business tonight," Putile didn't seem to adapt to the tobacco of the Northern Territory. He coughed and said hard: "Cough, damn, they sent inferior goods -"
Putty's words were like magic, letting Tellston forget the banquet's impending rush and pondering the situation at hand.
The door rang.
Rolf stepped on his more skilled metal prosthetic and walked in. He seemed to be the first to encounter such an occasion, and his face outside the silver mask was a bit white.
Then Huaiya appeared calmer, as if he had seen such a scene before.
"His Royal Highness," Teres's attendant officer nodded seriously: "Everything is ready."
Rolf next to him gestured:
[They are coming. 】
Tyres nodded.
The second prince took a deep breath and scored back in the misty expression of Putile, Wyah and the frowning brow:
[Let's go. 】

When the sunset has not completely fallen, Exeter's welcome banquet has begun.
Under the leadership of the king's official Merk and a group of servants, Tells walked around Putille, followed by Rolf and Wyah... As for Eda, everyone agreed that she was not suitable for such an action.
"I don't know what your understanding of the banquet in the Northland is, but I must remind you that the stars of the stars may not be used to our banquet," Lord Melk said with a blank expression: "And tonight is more special. ......"
Tyres reported a friendly and understanding smile.
They walked on the rough floor tiles of the Yingling Palace and stepped on the layers of stone steps.

The banquet hall was the place where Nakaru’s banquet was invited to the Nine Knights. It was said that the banquet of the Northern Heroes lasted for three days and three nights, and they ate all the seizures on their way to the battle,
said Myrk with respect. Introducing the upcoming place: "It is also in this place, in the cheers inside and outside the castle, Nakaru Axe was elected as king."
Tyres set foot on the last stone step and came to the sixth floor corridor of the Palace of the Angels.
The lively and noisy voice came.
The floor of this floor is almost seven or eight meters high from the ceiling. The number of fire basins here is numerous, one by one is supported on the shelf, evenly lined up the entire corridor, burning, and the Yingling Palace after the sun goes down Such as white.
Unlike other corridors filled with rooms, this corridor has only a thick wooden double-opening door in the center. The servants who come and go are looking up, or holding plates or holding barrels to enter and exit.
Tyres took a deep breath and exchanged a look with his subordinates. Under the leadership of Myrk, he stepped into the banquet hall of the Palace of the Spirit.
The noisy arguments, the collision of the wine glasses, the tearing of the cutters, and even the noise of the racks, grew from small to large and began to invade his ears.
Taylor looked up and saw the hall.
This is a circular hall with a triangular flag on the wall with a dragon gun sign in the sky. There are blazing braziers in every corner, and there are several bright ceilings hanging on the ceiling. (Thank God, Teres I also thought that the lighting in the Yingling Palace only had a brazier.) The servants appeared from time to time at the side door and the grill, sending a wave of food and drinks to the field.
The banquet hall is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people - and it is now true. At least one or two hundred people sit around a dozen rectangular tables placed in parallel. These rectangular tables are perpendicular to the direction of the gates, leaving a space in the center of the hall to accommodate The passage between the servant and the guest.
Tyres frowned and looked around. In the farther part of the hall, he couldn't see it because of his height, or Putilie whispered in his ear.
But the atmosphere in the field is very lively.
The busy servants came and went, and on the table, they argued loudly and red-faced aristocrats, and the guests who didn’t know when they started to drink red-faced reds, and the lascivious nobles borrowed wine and laughed from time to time. Passing the maid's ass, provoked a scream.
The five grandmothers were sitting on the heads of the five long tables in different ways: the beard of Orlethe's face was not stunned, and he was absently turning the glass in his hand, almost all of them were surrounded by triangles. The knight or the subordinate lord; the Grand Duke of Tluedida and the surrounding officials who were shaved in the pot were laughing and seemed to be in the water; the bald Lecco and the Marquis of the Commas Union were sitting together. Listening carefully to the latter's slow speech; the long-haired Ronnie still looks serious, seems to bring his own cold halo, his long table is the most deserted, and no one dares to come forward, only the servant and his subordinates behind him. From time to time, he added food or wine to him; the young Grandpa, who was raised with a smile, raised his glass with a smile, and he sat around and wondered what the nobles of their subordinates or the followers said. The latter They nodded frequently, and then they drank the wine from the cup together.
The good ones are staggered – it’s a replica of the villagers and the soldiers in the North when they are in the village.
If it wasn't for Taylors to look up, at the end of the hall, a section of the cross-height, and seeing the Nubian VII, surrounded by the White-Blade Guard, sitting in a few close ministers, he almost forgot The swords that are hidden in the plot tonight are shadowed.
It is also almost forgotten that these five large kilometers have a conspiracy who is daring to murder the princes of both countries.
"I don't know, the original banquet has already begun." Taylors turned his head and was helpless.
"Most of the nobles are already there," Melk said calmly. "Nun is waiting for you."
Tyres narrowed his eyes and finally looked at Nunn VII in the distance and noticed that his face was still a cold look.
The king seemed to notice his gaze, and the old but sharp eyes swept toward it.
"That's about to start." Putilai behind him snorted intently or unintentionally.
Taylor sighed in the bottom of his heart.
A few seconds later, the waiter on the side, under the direction of Myrk, reported his identity in a loud voice:
"A distinguished guest from the Star Kingdom, His Royal Highness Prince of Stars!"
The sound passed to every corner of the hall, and there was even an echo.
The noisy banquet suddenly became a quiet one.
More than a dozen long tables, almost everyone stopped what they were at hand – no matter drinking, cutting meat, chatting, fighting, or even arranging maids, countless eyes were cast.
Even a lot of servants and guards standing guard, and even the Whiteblade Guards are looking in this direction.
Tells recognizes this feeling - the last time, in Yongxing City, the country of the Stars Hall was a meeting.
"Would I laugh at this time?" Feeling from a malicious, murderous, curious, friendly look, Tyres's expression is unchanged, his lips are slightly moving: "I still have a dead face, which is more in line with my enemy king status. ?"
"Relax, relax, they start in advance, and there is no arrangement in the order of the seats... you don't have to be shocked and stern." Puttier looked at the prince and sighed: "What expression is not important, you are just one side now. Called the 'Stars' banner."
The expressionless Myrk nodded to Tyres, politely extending his right hand and motioning him to move forward.
"I just go straight ahead? Still waiting to be waiting for people to greet?" Taylors ignored Merck, and frowned at the pressure of the audience, whispering to Putilley behind him.
"If it's in the stars, of course, you have to wait for the host to take you to the seat, but this is Exeter," Putile frowned and glanced at the messy hall. Many guests seemed to give up the curiosity of temptation, even Has begun to bite the food that was sent: "Don't expect so much etiquette - don't squint toward your seat, I guess it is next to King Nunn."
Thales revealed a humiliating and amiable smile that he had imagined as a "prince" and walked forward.
Unlike the stars that are about rules and etiquette, even the carpets are not paved in the banquet hall. He stepped on the uneven floor tiles and felt like he was back to the waste house.
He walked over the long table and whispered in his ear, and good hearing showed its effect at this time:
"Is that the wicked prince?"
"I heard that I have been lost for many years..."
"Seven years old? What kind of joke?"
"The stars have passed him to God, you know, genius... Hey!"
"So, our army is not allowed to move because of this child?"
"The black sand collar has a gray face at the border... the wrath of the kingdom..."
"The Rumba army sent him over..."
"If this battle is still to be played, it will have to wait until the spring..."
Tyres moved straight ahead without squinting, heading to Nunn VII, who also stared at him with unclear eyes.
Finally, more and more nobles have consumed curiosity, giving up the idea of ​​a prince's respect and returning to the rhythm of the banquet.
The nobles of the Northland are very different from the counterparts of the stars. The latter’s behavior in the halls of the stars is always elegant. Even if you are sitting in the outermost country, you must try to make a civilized person, whether it is Behavioural behavior, or clothing decoration - this also makes the three Northern Kingdoms and their subordinate aristocrats headed by Aaron, Frys, and Zemuto appear particularly prominent among the princes of the stars.
However, the group of northern aristocrats in front of them may have different status and personality, but they all behave like a rough man: from sitting to eating, from appearance to clothing, even when drinking, they also deliberately Beep, then drop a few drops from the edge of the beard, then heavily slam the bottom of the cup on the table, count the opponents in a loud voice, or be counted by opponents.
While silently observing the behavior patterns of the aristocrats, while leaning forward between the long tables on both sides, he could not help but notice that there were almost no son-in-law in the banquet except the maid.
"It will appear here. At the back of the banquet hall are some low-ranking nobles, lords, ministers, meritorious knights, specially invited bureaucrats, etc." Putilai faintly reminded him behind him: "You wear the left front. The good thing is just the servant who delivers the meal. The rooster on the stove in the right rear corner looks like a servant. In fact, it is the head of the goose official responsible for meat cooking. It is more of an honorary title that has been passed down from ancient times. A trusted near minister can serve."
"Let the neighbors go to the barbecue - the goose officer? Why?" Taylors didn't look back. He wondered: "Isn't it supposed to be done by the kitchen, or is it a glory?"
"Oh, my prince," Putilit said quietly: "Do you know how many assassinations and poisoning intentions in the history of the empire originated in the corner of the silent barbecue?"
Taylor closed his mouth and did not speak.
They walked through the middle of the long table. Sure enough, from here on, the "quality" of the aristocrats in the North seems to have risen with the status, and there are fewer points in the banquet crowd, the exchange of eyes in silence, and The whisper of whisper, which is unclear, has risen.
"The open space in the middle of the hall... If you put it in the stars or in Anrenzo, it will be the dance floor and the performance field, but in the north," Puttier walked through a few poor-looking guests, ignoring a rude aristocrat. The low-pitched curse, pointing to a circular open space in the center of the hall, pumped his cheeks: "In my experience, when the wine arrives, you don't have to be surprised to see two handsome men working together on each other."
The first time I heard Ptelle’s swearing words, Thales frowned.
Is it really good to use this language for the prince?

"I have always been in the country. I have seen a noble princess of Exeter many years ago. I stood on the street and shouted with words like '," Putile shook his head. "And, I see even if I am For the prince, you are still used to these terms."
"Ah, as your prince, you are like many poets and noble princes in the legend," said Tyres, looking at the few grandfathers who were already on the table, quietly covering up the past: "It used to I have tasted the hardships of the people, both good and good."
Putilit snorted without a word.
They finally reached the end of the long table.
Among the people closest to them, the highest status is the Grand Duke Oller.
"There are no music and travellers, no clowns and burlesque performances, no beautiful son-in-laws, no maids with big breasts, no roasting pigs, no good guys, no fun in the tents all over the city. "Tells heard that Oleux was complaining uncomfortably to the lords around him, then turned around and dissatisfied with the direction of King Nunn:
"Which is this banquet for his mother?"
To the surprise of Taylors, there were many northern aristocrats who echoed in unison and made a tidal protest in the direction of King Noon.
Like a vegetable market... Taylors sighed and suddenly thought that he had given the country the same evaluation before the meeting, and could not help but glimpse.
But King Nunn just stared coldly at the chaotic aristocrats under the field and did not respond.
A loud but yin-yang sound rang from the other long table, responding to Orsue:
"First of all, this is on the eve of the end of the cold, except for the madman like Lombard. The whole northern land is shrinking, and the grain is prepared for the winter, and secondly," Tlueda Dagong of the pot hijab stood up and looked far away. Prince Teres, who is fidgeting in the field:
"This dinner is to welcome the unpopular Star Prince!"
The aristocrats around him stood up and sipped against each other.
The people of Tells and the stars frowned at almost the same time.
"Finally, Rebion Orsius, when you live in someone else's castle and palace, eat him and drink him...hey, maybe he also him," said Trudeda, a big The maid glanced at her, revealing a funny smile: "It would be better not to dictate the master's arrangement."
Some northern aristocrats made unclear laughter.
Oller shook his head in disdain and sat back in the chair.
Taylors finally came to the front of King Nunn and looked at him a little.
King Nunn stared at him, and the green eyes were full of complex emotions.
This makes Taylors extremely upset.
From the beginning of Exeter, the Grand Duke of Lombard, the Viscount of Cambyda, and even the five grand princes present, every lord he met was not a simple thing, but Taylors who had experienced many winds and rains had calmed down. The ground is hostile to them, intimidating, oppressive and even murderous.
Because Tyres clearly knows what they want.
Only the old king in front of him, the king who has stood at the peak of Exeter's power, makes him unpredictable.
The strange emotions hidden in the eyes of the other side, forcing him to cooperate with the act of revenge, the words and deeds in the Chamber of the Chambers, let Taylors can not help but chill - although the dialogue between them is only a few words.
Unpredictable people are always terrible.
Between the King of Nuon slowly stood up and headed towards the leader of the White Blade Guard behind him, Nie Lai raised his hand.
Nie Lai nodded and he walked over to Tyres: "Please sit down, your seat is at the end of your left hand."
Tyres turned his head and looked at the row of the horizontal table, the unattended seat at the very end.
Although in the same row as the king, but ... far from the king of Nuen.
Almost the corner.
Beadley behind him sighed.
Tyres shrugged and did not care to walk to his seat.
Rolf and Wyah followed closely.
But before he even took his up, a familiar and strange old voice, it sounded in the hall:
"Everybody, toast!"
Tyres turned his head, and Putile, who was next to him, changed his experience and handed him a cup of iron ale.
"Toast." The thin vice-handed faint.
Tyres turned his head and watched the Nunn King, who had just lost his son, leave the seat, held up the glass, and yelled at the audience:
"Welcome to our guests... the second prince from the Star Kingdom - Tells Comet!"
The resounding noise in the hall was once again quiet.
I saw the old king slowly stepping out of his seat and heading to the front of the hall.
Like an old lion at a dangerous pace, stepping out of its territory and stepping into the territory of other lions.
The five big public figures stared at him intently, raising their glasses and expressing different expressions.
"I hope the north wind will measure his courage, and the snow will wash his perseverance!"
"Because you all know the reason, I can't welcome him with joy," King Noon looked around for a week, his expression was firm and his words were cold: "But he is already here!"
All the nobles present were quietly listening to their king's speech.
There were a lot of eyes cast in the corner of Tells.
"Then don't let anyone doubt the enthusiasm of the people of the North and the toughness of the Exeters - even if they are the enemy of life and death!" King Nunn knocked on the glass, and the wrinkled face showed a majesty in tone. Vaguely visible when you are young:
"Even if we are going to fight to death tomorrow, we must first let us do the tradition!"
Under the eyes of the public, King Nunn screamed at the glass and screamed: "For Exeter!"
At that moment, everyone in the hall greeted the roar:
"For Exeter!"
Nun Wang’s eyes were sharp, and he spoke again, drinking a second voice:
For the North!

The snoring of the guests echoed him: "For the North!"
The raging snoring sounds like thunderously filling the entire hall, deafening.
In the next moment, King Nunn moved in a neat manner and drank the wine from the glass.
With his movements, the nobles in the hall were all stunned and opened their mouths to drink. For a time, only a few throat snorings were heard in the banquet hall.
Tyres frowned, and he held a heavy iron glass in his hands, and under the gaze of many eyes behind him, he took a sip.
King Nunn finished the wine, and with all his anger, he turned back and slammed the bottom of the glass on the long table!
"Boom!"
The aristocrats in the full hall did not agree, and Qi Qi put the glass on the table in front of him.
"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"...
King Nunn raised his head again and shouted in the eyes of the full hall:
"come!"
"Eat! Drink! Hit! Fuck! Do whatever you want!"
In that second, Tyres was really stunned.
What is this special... What is the toast?
Nuen VII was a fanatical face, with a thick and old voice, and yelled at the guests in the audience with his fluent vocabulary of the North accent: "Until you lie down, roll, soft, crawl, Being carried out of my palace!"
"Bastards!"
After a second, the guests in the lobby burst out with the same frenetic response, echoing like a tide in the entire banquet hall!
Many Northlanders waved their fists and screamed like wild animals, indicating support for the King's banquet.
The guests re-started the banquet that was mixed and the wine was hot.
The entire hall instantly recovered chaos, noisy and lively, and the voice was louder than ever before!

The distinctive toasting words,
Putilla said in the ear of Tyres:
Northern features.

"You don't need to be reminded of this," Taylors rolled his eyes and revealed a helpless look: "I can see it."
At this time, the Nuon Wang who returned to the seat suddenly turned his head and gave Taylor a meaningful look.
Taylor’s heart glimpsed.
He read the message from the king's gaze.
He also knows that the other party is not asking him to enjoy the party.
But before he turned around and discussed with several of his subordinates, an unexpected guest, he first came to his seat and visited the second prince of the stars.
Taylors stunned.
Standing in front of his eyes, is a kind old woman dressed in a red robe.
"Night, Dear Sir Glas," the other side squinted, the voice was very gentle, and the smile was filled with reassuring warmth: "My name is Kashan."
Taylors did not know why he showed a friendly smile.
But he still has a chance to answer in the future, and Putilai around him said first: "Do you have anything special?"
At that moment, Tyres noticed that Putility on the side of his face was extremely poor, and he had even stiffened his body, staring at the old woman in front of him.
The attendant officer, Wyah, behind her also breathed a stagnation.
Tyres questions: They seem to know this... called Kashan's old woman?
Putile hasn't finished, he is pale, and seems to even breathe a little hard to open his mouth: "Respected..."
"Lord of the Red Witch?"
Red witch?
Taylor looked puzzled at the kind old woman.
Witch?
What the hell?
"Oh, it’s just a few emotional thoughts, especially want to ask your Highness," said Cheshan, who was kindly squinting and shook her head slightly. It seemed a little embarrassed: "How is my son's status in the stars?"
son?
Taylors stunned again.
"Amount," the second prince responded with a perfect smile he learned from a young duke, "Is your son?"
Known as the Red Witch, Kashan smiled softly:
"Ah! I have forgotten what I said."
"My son, his star name is..."
In the next second, in the eyes of Tyres, the smug Kashan mother-in-law seems to be afraid of the cold, constantly holding her hands...
Spit a name that makes him change instantly:
"Jordel..."
"Jordan Gato."
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