"Do you really have to dress like this? It''s just a party..."
"No way, although it''s a banquet, it''s just another form of battle; if it''s too casual, it will be despised by the other party."
"There''s no need to dress up specially, just a normal wizard''s robe, and it''s so uncomfortable to wear - I haven''t worn such tight pants yet..."
"Uh... That''s actually socks."
"Socks... So long, I thought they were pants!"
In the room, the little wizard holding a colorful stockings frowned, grew up in shock and looked at the black haired wizard twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Indeed, the "two legged" stockings in front of us can be called "pants".
Among the principalities of sakran, Byrne''s dress is the most complicated one - dress, etiquette, cultivation and family background. These four points are the standard to distinguish civilians from nobles in Byrne.
Loren, who had an experience in eboden once, changed into the same red and black long sleeved windbreaker as last time, while the gray pupil boy, as a guard, got a sea blue dress of Byrne''s attendants, and looked very capable with a ribbon shirt and trousers.
As for the little wizard with no experience, he became the object of a housekeeper who had no place to vent his energy - he still prepared an extremely gorgeous noble dress by his eyes under the condition of inaccurate measurement (Ayn''s identity is still a secret).
Based on the lead black, which symbolizes the legend of the alchemist "lead turns into gold", the upper dress is matched with half a long close fitting pants, the chest is decorated with decorative braids and Turquoise buttons, the shirt cuffs and both sides of the chest are decorated with silver patterns of daffodils, and the long golden hair is tied into a single horsetail with a hair band woven of chiffon yarn; The substrate is velvet silk.
Coupled with high riding boots and a top hat decorated with silk ribbon, the hands with white gloves hold a delicate magic wand... It can be amazing!
To tell the truth, born in shenlinbao, the northernmost part of lottel, ayin is not very beautiful, nor does she have much proud capital - but the dress originally prepared for the thin aristocracy perfectly shows her slender but slender body.
When the little wizard in this suit was uncomfortable and stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, Loren''s brain was empty and his eyes were straight.
"Hello!"
When the dark haired wizard lost his mind for a moment, the awkward Ayn woke him up and his face was a little hot: "what are you looking at..."
"Er... The Holy Cross?" said Loren casually.
"Huh?"
The little wizard''s expression was very confused. It took a minute to react. His face turned red: "you, you bastard, what are you talking about?!"
"Just tell the truth!"
"It''s bullshit - it''s fooling me again, isn''t it?! just laugh if you want to laugh. Anyway, it''s too late to change your clothes."
"Really, I didn''t lie to you!"
"Ghosts will believe you, a big liar!"
A minute later, the door rang.
It seemed that he heard the quarrel in the room. The grey pupil first tentatively put his head in and showed a dignified expression after confirming that everything was normal:
"Lord Loren, Lord ain, it''s time."
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When night fell completely, the banquet of red blood Castle officially began.
Stepping on the brand-new bluestone slab under his feet, Loren entered the banquet hall, and the lively atmosphere came to his face.
Unlike the noisy banquet scenes in other areas, the Byrne aristocracy regarded noise and loud noise as rude and vulgar behavior, especially in public places - even conversation was whispered between two or three people; Except for the toast and applause at the end of the performance, there will never be a person shouting and howling.
The servants who come and go, the nobles who talk and laugh quietly in front of the wine table, the musicians who play in the corner of the hall... The quiet atmosphere creates a unique beauty. The arrangement between the wine tables is very unique, which can allow the guests of nearly 100 people to feast and enjoy a bit of relaxation and leisure at the same time.
The dark haired wizard narrowed his eyes and looked at the countess and governor Gaspar sitting furthest from the banquet hall - both with extremely cold expressions, holding wine glasses and not saying a word, even pretending to be friendly.
If Charles hadn''t arranged properly and found musicians and dancers to perform on site, I''m afraid this quiet and harmonious banquet would really be "dead silence"?
Thinking like this, Loren, whose eyes deviated, and the steward of the red blood Castle standing behind the countess looked at each other, and their gentle but sharp eyes made the black haired wizard couldn''t help but recall the corners of his mouth and the expression of the other party when they came to find themselves.
However, it doesn''t matter... It doesn''t matter if you don''t take the initiative to intervene in the next plan.
Just as Loren shrugged his shoulders and was about to turn around and leave, his steps suddenly stopped - in front of him stood a middle-aged man in Chinese robes. The most important thing was that the person in front of him looked familiar.
"You... Should be the wizard adviser of the ''Your Highness'', your excellency Loren Turin?" the other party smiled, his voice was modest and respectful: "I''m a businessman in the red blood castle. Just call me old Roger."
"I wonder if old Roger has the honor to talk to you alone?"
Hesitated for a second, the black haired wizard looked back at the frowning little wizard and the vigilant Lucian, made a "rest assured" gesture to them, nodded and walked to a wine table not far from him.
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
"Ah, it''s no big deal." the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and shook his head with a embarrassed smile: "mainly to thank you. In addition... There''s a trace of apology."
"Now there are rumors all over the red blood castle. Some of them say that the damn beast... Was actually killed by you." the middle-aged man smiled and said, "as a member of the red blood castle, shouldn''t I thank you for your help?"
Loren''s face showed a formulaic smile: "you also said that it was a rumor - the monster was solved by the Turin family and the governor, and I just assisted."
"Even so, you can afford this thanks." the middle-aged man sighed: "you can see that I''m a businessman. During the period when evil animals are rampant, the trade between the red blood castle and the outside world is almost cut off. There are people hoarding goods everywhere who want to make a fortune!"
"Isn''t this the essence of a businessman?" Lauren said, "you are also a businessman. You must have taken the opportunity to make a profit?"
"Yes, making money is never a fault; but the essence of this behavior is wrong, and it is very wrong!"
The middle-aged man frowned, and his expression, which was very mild the moment before, suddenly became dignified:
"Hoarding in bumper harvest years and selling in poor harvest years - this simple truth is understood by even rural farmers. It is the same for businessmen, but it is different!"
"After all... What does that mean to you when you hoard food that you can''t eat for a lifetime and silk that you can''t use for two lifetimes? Your guest has only money to buy a bag of wheat. When he buys it, he won''t need you anymore, because you''ve squeezed them dry and can''t afford anything!"
"Only a small profit can increase sales, keep the business routes and trade unobstructed, and make the market stable and prosperous, can a region really prosper, and we businessmen can make a lot of money." the gentle middle-aged man smiled at Lauren:
"So, don''t you deserve my little businessman''s thanks for making the business road unobstructed again?"
"As for the slightest apology..." the middle-aged man suddenly sighed and looked hard to say: "it''s really hard to speak... But anyway, please accept my father''s sincere apology and forgive my reckless son!"
Lauren narrowed her eyes slightly: "... Who the hell are you?"
"Didn''t I just say that you can call me old Roger."
The middle-aged man raised his head with a gentle smile:
"Roger Joad... I''m the father of little Joad who is against you!"