This is the second time Loren has come to the silver Hall of the Bellini family.
Loren Turin, dressed in red and black, followed the waiter and walked leisurely through the narrow and dark corridor, with heavily armed guards on both sides. At the end of the corridor is a door. The dark breath is like the entrance of hell. Once opened, viscous plasma will gush out, and countless demons will come to the world.
Of course, this is just the imagination of some evil interests of black haired wizards.
The waiter stopped at the door, turned and respectfully opened the door for Loren: "Lord Alto Bellini has been waiting for you for a long time, Lord ain Rand. The banquet is ready. You can start only when you take your seat."
"Really?" Lauren smiled, looked slightly sideways, and the rest of his eyes swept behind him - the corridor had been completely blocked by the guards when he came in.
Think about being searched when entering the door. The black haired wizard couldn''t help laughing.
The Bellini family really tried their best to guard against themselves.
Fortunately, before he came, he gave all his things to Peter and them, including "bright silver" and "caster" - it seems completely necessary now. He had just entered the door, and all his ornaments were taken away.
But that''s expected, isn''t it?
Asriel is already "waiting" in the garden outside. Although this guy has never been willing to take the initiative to help, he will never stand idly by if his life safety is involved.
"Excuse me, what are you laughing at?" although the waiter was humble, he still revealed some dissatisfaction.
"Nothing. I just suddenly thought of some... Interesting little things I met here last time." Lauren smiled, fooled each other casually, and then walked into the room.
Although it is only a small side hall, it is still incredibly luxurious - marble fireplace, glass windows, glazed wall tiles, gold-plated chandeliers... These are not mentioned at all.
What can best reflect the "style" of a rich family? Is it the most luxurious decoration, the most expensive carriage and the most expensive horse, or the most unimaginable food?
Yes, but neither.
What can best reflect this is people - more accurately, it should be the number and "quality" of servants.
From the moment he entered the door, Loren never even moved it himself. Two blonde girls in long skirts helped him, while the waiter who had been waiting at the table opened his chair for him.
After waiting on him to "sit down", the three servants stepped back behind him in turn. One of the maids tied a napkin for him, and the other two put sterling silver plates and tableware for him in turn. There were two plates, three sets of knives and forks and a tall glass.
Then a middle-aged man dressed as a cook pushed his car into the room, followed by six waiters. The first carried a wine bottle in the tray and filled a full glass of wine for Loren.
The second waiter served the appetizer, carrots and cabbage from the manor outside eboden, mixed vegetables with lettuce, honey bread and foie gras.
The third waiter presented a bowl of ham and potato soup, and the fourth put a blue cod on Loren''s plate. Even after the cooking and baking, the fresh meat is still elastic. With white bread crumbs sprinkled on the fish and tomato sauce on the edge, it is a classic eboden delicacy.
The fifth is the wine stewed beef served by the waiter, with carefully screened wheat flour and fresh onion wine. After adding black pepper and sea salt, it is stewed in high soup. The livestock and cattle from eboden countryside are soft but still chewy.
The last waiter put a straw basket in the last small corner of the table in front of Lauren. There are at least 15 kinds of desserts, large and small. They are exquisite like colorful flower baskets.
After the meal, six waiters and chefs filed out, leaving only two maids and a waiter behind Lauren, waiting respectfully for orders.
With a gesture and a slight cough, the maid would fill his glass and wipe the tableware; Shrug down your shoulders slightly, and your weak boneless hands will be kneaded gently on it; The waiter is always ready. Even if you just take a bite, you will be thrown away without hesitation.
From beginning to end, all the servants were polite and well behaved, and the restaurant was also clean and "unspeakable" - there was no dust or wrinkle on the tableware, tables and chairs, or even on the floor.
It is worthy of being the first rich family of eboden and the famous Bellini.
While Lauren was feeling, the opposite door was opened. Entering the room, alto Bellini was dressed in a golden red suit, with chestnut curls neat and elegant, as if a scholar came out of the oil painting and sat at the other end of the long table as if he had not seen him. Then the cooks, waiters and servants repeated it as meticulously as they had just done.
"I have always felt that if I haven''t tasted the blue COD in midsummer, I can''t really live in eboden - although I know many fishermen have never enjoyed the delicacy they have personally fished."
With a modest smile, Alto, sitting directly opposite Loren, raised his glass and said, "how do you feel, sir Ayn Rand, is the Bellini family''s hospitality still in line with your heart?"
"Fear and fear."
Since the other party was ready to circle with himself, Loren was naturally happy to delay time and smiled implicitly: "it''s far beyond my imagination."
"For a wizard, this is the highest praise. You really flatter him." Alto took a sip of the wine and slowly put down his glass: "go down."
There was no answer, not even a sound. The maid and waiter standing behind them put down their work, bowed and left the room. There was not even half a minute before and after, and the whole side hall immediately recovered its tranquility.
Feeling the sudden indifference of the other party, Loren quietly put down his knife and fork and folded his hands in front of him.
"Isaac Grantham, I know you took him."
Alto finally tore off his disguise and spoke without a word of nonsense:
"Hand him over."
A little stunned, the black haired wizard suddenly laughed.
"Is there anything funny?"
"If it had been before, I would have been the one who should have said this." Loren opened his mouth and looked at the Bellini family heirs in an unassuming way: "in that case, is there any possibility that you would promise me?"
"I won''t make that assumption, and you don''t have much capital to make conditions now." Alto''s eyes passed through the fire in the center of the long table, and the cold breath seemed to extinguish the flame: "since I invited you to be a guest, it has proved my sincerity and determination."
"This is the last warning. Give me Isaac Grantham."
"I''m very sorry, but it''s impossible." the black haired wizard looked confident and fearless: "I think you should change your request, at least we can accept it."
Loren''s purpose is to drag each other as much as possible. Naturally, he can''t stimulate the heir of the Bellini family too much and let him and himself continue to drag on until Peter FASA and they cover Isaac''s departure.
But he still "overestimated" the other party''s endurance limit, or... Underestimated the opponent''s ability.
A ferocious sneer suddenly appeared on alto''s scholar like face, twisted and strange, even frightening: "do you think I don''t know what you''re thinking?"
"Sorry, but I can''t understand what you''re saying..."
"You are just the bait sent by the assassins to restrain my attention." Alto interrupted Loren with a ferocious expression: "and Isaac Grantham has left eboden under your cover, right?"
"..." holding the glass, Loren said nothing.
"Do you know why I guessed? Because a friend told me that your real name is not Ayn Rand at all, but Loren Turin."
friend? The dark haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You must also want to meet this friend. It is said that you still know him." with a sneer at the corners of his mouth, alto looked at Lauren like a threat and looked at the third door in the hall:
"Let''s welcome the most distinguished guest of the Bellini family, the next new bishop of eboden, the devout Lord Francis!"