I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 45, mixed into the banquet

Elves use gold dragon coins, silver leaf coins, and copper pennies. Gold dragon coins are sought after in the goods market, because gold dragon coins are always sufficient currency, and they have enough gold to make them.

The current official exchange rate for 1 gold dragon coin is 9.5 gold ecu, but the waitress told Sid that if you receive imperial gold coins, you have to calculate as 1=12, because the quality of the imperial currency has declined slightly recently, and silver and copper are more than issued.

"Okay." Sid's original good mood was instantly destroyed.

Just now, all the hot dragon blood crystals were handed over, and Sid also pasted 50 more golden aegis, then nodded and handed over the clothes to him.

"I want to take a bath."

"Already ready, please."

After immersing himself in a large bathtub filled with hot water and being served by two elf girls, Sid closed his eyes comfortably.

It's just that someone really made the two elf girls unable to take their eyes off. They were used to seeing the boy of the Bad Wolf Principality, and they almost forgot that the Holy Empire had such a beautiful boy, so they seemed very enthusiastic.

Humans also have such beautiful boys!I just don't know how long the shelf life is!
Do you want to taste this fresh and tender taste while it is still within the shelf life?
So thought the two elf girls who stretched out their hands to grope Sid.

Sid, who was being groped by two elf female hooligans, hurriedly told them to stop. He was going to do business today and see the queen spying on the artifact information. How could he be in the mood for a friendly match.

The mist filled the bathroom. After 10 minutes, Sid casually scooped up hot water to indicate that he was ready.

"Please get up, Mr. Sid." The two elf girls expressed regret that nothing happened, and they opened the towel to cover Sid in it.

After bathing, he changed into a guest dress of the Silver Hand family of the light elves, and several important parts of his body were baptized with perfume, and Sid stepped out of the bathroom.

The person in charge of the wolf castle business station, the middle-aged hero-level light elf senior mage, is already waiting. He is the station master here.

The long-lived station master is no stranger to handsome men and beautiful women, and he asked with a serious expression: "Mr. Sid, although this is very presumptuous, I don't know how you formed a friendship with the Silver Hand family, but I still want to confirm Again, do you understand the standard diplomatic etiquette of our light elves?"

"Of course I know." Sid confidently pressed his left hand on his chest, raised his right hand at an angle of 45 degrees to the right, stretched out his right index finger, clasped his thumb and middle finger, and raised his little finger: "Is that so?"

"Pfft!" The station master laughed straight away: "Mr. Sid, among us light elves, only prostitutes who go out to prostitute (harmonious) or street sluts who like to molest human women will salute like this."

Sid couldn't hold back his face, and he quickly recalled it.

It seems so, Whitney is this kind of person!

hateful!

"Please learn from me." The station master made a standard salute gesture.

Sid did exactly that.

"Well, that's good. Although it's not round enough, smooth enough, or standard, it should be indistinguishable at the level of those werewolves. After all, we all know that werewolves can't tell the difference between a wolf and a dog." The light elf stationmaster nodded: "The same goes for wine and horse urine."

"The human court doesn't like your light elves' sense of humor, especially the werewolves don't like your traits. I don't want to meet someone who wants to fight me as soon as I enter the banquet." Sid could hear the stationmaster. The sarcasm in the tone.

"Dueling is not a particularly embarrassing thing. Since I came here, I have used my magic explosion and fireball skills to solve three werewolves. It turns out that no matter how fierce the werewolves are, they will still be defeated." It’s scorched.” The station master said lightly, “Of course the Frostbolt is also very effective. It’s said that the werewolves are hot inside, and even when they’re frozen into ice sculptures, they’ll have a runny nose and yawn.”

"I like this joke." Sid smiled and showed his teeth: "More."

"You're welcome." The station master said seriously, "One more joke, that is, no matter what you plan to do at the banquet, remember that we have nothing to do with you."

"I know." Sid said seriously, "I stole this suit!"

"Très bien."

A few hours later, under the cloudy and foggy sky, the Holy Empire Wolf Principality, Wolf Castle, and Ritz-Bodensee Manor are holding grand celebrations.

Celebrating the success of the peace talks between the Holy Empire and the Principality of Wallace, the two sides put aside their past differences and reconciled.

Hundreds of aristocratic guests gathered together to celebrate the signing of the contract, and to see the elegance of the imperial daughter. Celeste, the imperial daughter who has always been titled the Imperial Twins and whose reputation spreads all over the world, will participate in the banquet today. This caused the werewolves to be in a commotion, especially those young and unmarried wolf male nobles howling incessantly.

Against the background of fireworks, torches, and magic lights, the Ritz-Bodensee Manor at night is so beautiful. The glorious history of the Wolf Principality is engraved on the exquisite marble gates. The multi-layered fountain sprays colorful water splashes, and each stone slab on the solid stone road records the story of a famous person in the Principality of the Bad Wolf. Both sides are surrounded by pink brick walls and dense eucalyptus, olive trees and willows.

Looking up at the side of the road, there are two long tables tens of meters long, which are filled with various delicacies. The nobles are gorgeously dressed, well-dressed, and talking with wine glasses in their hands. The atmosphere of the scene is hot. The only thing that makes the banquet scene not harmonious The only ones were the Black Vulture royal guards in black and red armor, and they were looking around with vigilant eyes.

Polo field, more than 2000 square meters of luxurious lakeside buildings, and an artificial lake covering an area of ​​0.5 square kilometers.

"Successful people, pinnacle residences, style courtyards, beautiful scenery by the water, full enjoyment of aristocratic supremacy, private gardens, health secrets, 200 meters of tree-lined trails before entering the house." Sid muttered, he wanted to have such a manor before me How nice?

I can never go out for the rest of my life!
Too bad I didn't.

Not thinking so much, Sid immediately walked towards the door.

At the gate of the manor, Scholz-Wolf, the uncle of the Wolf Grand Duke Gerhardt, stood under the flower arch to welcome the guests. He saw a beautiful white-haired young man in gorgeous clothes with a light elf logo on his face. When he came, the old nobleman couldn't help cheering up: "Your Excellency, welcome to the Ritz Constance banquet tonight, may I ask your name?"

"My name is Ezekyle, Ezekyle-Abadon, from afar." Sid saluted respectfully, and performed a standard light elf etiquette: "Come to this banquet."

"Ezekyle Abaddon?" Scholz Wolfe is already several dozen years old this year. His original bright golden hair has turned gray, and his forehead is severely bald, but the hair volume on the back of his head is fair. Wearing a decent wolf aristocratic dress, dark blue jacket, dark red bow tie, white shirt, cuffs embroidered with silver wolf patterns, blue eyes looked at the white-haired boy in front of him with some doubts: "It's been a long time since I saw the light elf It's a nostalgia and an honor to have such standard etiquette..."

"My dad was very strict about it, he told me every little detail made or breaks."

"Who is your father?"

"Horus." Sid said sincerely, without any trace of lying: "Shadow Moon Wolf Horus."

"I have known his name for a long time, but I have never seen him." Scholz was even more confused, and he was about to speak: "I can show you your invitation..."

"My surname comes from the Wolf family of the Wolf Dynasty. When His Majesty Nicholas founded the Second Dynasty, my family was entrusted to Haspen High, and then moved to Lower Lorraine Tria and Remus , and later served as the Earl of Resby during the Third Dynasty, the famous Lord Robert is our pride, after the Battle of Saul Woodburg in 2526, my family declined." Sid talked confidently : "Later, my family owned a small piece of land in Anruman, Ulano, and Davin, and then in the dark messiah, the family wandered around. Times have changed, so we changed our surname to Abaddon."

The old nobleman recalled for a while and found that most of them were right. Before he could confirm it carefully, Sid went on to say: "I came from the east, passed Talan and Rezran, and arrived here. Thanks to the Silver Hand family. I'm very partial."

A letter with a silver ring was handed to Scholz.

"Silver hand???" Scholz exclaimed, he quickly opened the letter, and after confirming that it was correct, he sighed: "It's really admirable, young man, what wind brought you here from the east?"

"War, and business opportunities." The white-haired handsome boy was full of confidence: "One of the best business opportunities."

"That's not a good time." Scholz said regretfully: "It's all over."

"Yes, but I don't think it's your fault, let alone the wolf's fault." Sid whispered in his ear, "It's all caused by those bastards who worship the false religion, I believe Her Royal Highness will be able to find out everything Clearly, I am a man of vision, Your Excellency, and therefore I have come, for the wolf, and a prophet has told me that I will make great things here."

"A prophet? That must be a wise man, can you tell me his name?"

"His name is Erebus, a philosopher-king with wisdom, prestige, honor, honesty, and a sense of humor." Sid talked eloquently, like a treasure: "Of course you have never heard of his name, He mainly operates in the virtual realm called the Eye of Terror, and rarely appears in the mortal world."

The corners of Scholz's mouth curled up slightly. It is really rare for someone to maintain affirmation of the wolf in this special period.

"Is it because I came today by accident?" Sid did not say more as Scholz wished, he was silent for two seconds, and said easily: "It seems that my foresight is wrong. Excuse me, maybe I Will visit again another day.”

"No, Your Excellency, it is very appropriate for you to come. The evil wolf needs someone like you. We are very honored to welcome you." Scholz immediately asked to stay: "Please! Your Royal Highness and the Nobilis are in the main hall. You are a little late, do you need someone to lead the way?"

"No need." Sid smiled, just passed the guards and entered the banquet: "It's also my honor."

Two minutes after the uninvited guest entered, the Black Eagle royal guard at the door said, "Your Excellency, he did not show the invitation letter."

"That's not important, not at all." Scholz said nonchalantly: "Whether there is an invitation letter or not, he should be our guest. Have you noticed his accent? It's the local accent of the wolf, To be able to maintain our wolf accent after wandering in a foreign land for many years, this is the best ticket."

The Royal Guards of the Black Vulture are not surprised by this. Since the Holy Empire has always been committed to restoring the glory of the first and second dynasties ruling the world, but they do not have the conditions for force, so since the fourth Griffin Dynasty, the preferential treatment of elves, dwarves and dwarves for foreigners has been became a practice.

Especially the light elves who are rich in archmages and the dwarves who are rich in rune masters can always enjoy super-national treatment as long as they are in the Holy Empire, which leads to many elves and dwarves who can't get along in their own territory. Basically, they are directly assigned to the second level of Equis, and automatically obtain various privileges.

The young man is the guest of the most prominent Silver Hand family of the light elves, so the werewolf should pay attention to the international influence and international image.

"Ok."

During the banquet, Sid casually asked the waiter for a glass of brandy, and then walked in with the wine glass. The Falcon's Eyes opened and repeatedly searched for the trace of the princess in the banquet.

Under the training of the big sister, all his movements seemed so natural, and the young and noble little fresh meat immediately became the darling of the courtyard again. Sid raised his glass frequently, but he didn't see the princess.

Where is our imperial princess?Sid's eyes searched around, and he kept in mind the teachings of his elder sister repeatedly.

Nobili Banquet Rules: Keep every action graceful. If you can’t keep up with the topic, you must keep silent. Be ready to tell jokes at any time. It’s even better if you can win the applause of the audience.

The Falcon's Eye did not find the princess, but saw a few young nobles from the Wolf Principality not far from the center of the venue - Sid guessed that they should be the nobles of Equis, dancing the legendary "Grandfather's Dance" .

This is a witty, humorous dance in the Bad Wolf Principality, with an ancient tradition. Its dance can be traced back 5000 years or more, and it has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

He was not interested, but the people around him were particularly interested in this young fresh meat who appeared at the banquet.

With silvery white hair and a handsome face, he was also dressed in the costume of a light elf. Where did this noble little fresh meat come from?Judging by his appearance, he is not even an adult, is he?If he was tied home, wouldn't it mean that the rapidly declining bloodline could be continued for another three to five generations?
Therefore, people kept coming up to try to strike up a conversation, and some young and beautiful girls took the initiative to invite Sid to dance.

Sid politely declined and said he was engaged.

If it was normal, and it was such a grand banquet, Sid wouldn't mind having a friendly match to vent his anger. Anyway, he doesn't have to be responsible for his own convenience, but today his goal is too important, and the banquet has started for a while. He doesn't want to, and he can't take the precious energy wasted on this.

Passing through the outer court and stepping into the atrium, the crowd here is much smaller. The nobles of Nobili are whispering in small groups with wine glasses in their hands. We, Nobilis have reason to take the opportunity of the banquet to discuss some confidential matters and exchange information with each other.

They are the masters of this Principality, and even the entire Holy Empire.

"All classes of society are considered unchangeable. Those who farm the land, those who fight wars, those who do business, and the artisans work. The toilers spend their lives bowing their heads in the fields, and those who live in temples go to their manors every year. A vacation is the same forever, ah, what a monotonous life.”

———Supreme Human Holy See in the Fourth Dynasty, "Traitor to the Empire" and "Father of the Seven Shields Alliance" Wilhelm "On the Holy Empire"

Sid still couldn't find a trace of the princess, but it would definitely not be appropriate for him to continue wandering around, so he randomly found a group of great nobles who were chatting, and planned to join their conversation.

However, at this time, a young nobleman who was also holding a wine glass stopped in front of Sid.

The young aristocrat has a standard blonde slanted punk half-covered hairstyle, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eye sockets, a pair of small green eyes exuding a cold gleam, his cheeks are thinner than Sid's, and his mouth is very thin And not much blood.

"Hello." Seeing someone stopping him and not wanting to start a dispute, Sid greeted him politely: "I'm Ai..."

"Did you know that a wolf can smell its prey from a kilometer away?" The young nobleman stared at Sid, his eyes were gloomy and vicious, filled with deep-seated hatred and fanatical greed.

"I don't think we know each other." Sid felt very strange in his heart. He recalled that he didn't know the person in front of him, but the other person seemed to have deep hatred and even murderous intentions towards him.

Falcon Eye tells Sid that he really wants to kill himself.

"Oh, yes, you don't know me, but I do know you, and I can smell your scent from far away." The young nobleman sneered, "You are not welcome in the Bad Wolf Principality, but since you came here Don't blame my fangs then! I'll use your skull as a bowl."

"I don't know why you hate me so much, but I have always been a good citizen who abides by the law." Since the other party had extreme malice towards him, Sid sneered unceremoniously: "If you want to fight to the death, you You can find someone to apply, this is Her Royal Highness's banquet."

"Yes, I can't touch you now, but I will keep watching you, and I know why you came." The young nobleman walked up to Sid, raised his chin and pointed his nostrils at Sid: "I will monitor You, it is impossible for you not to make mistakes, I will catch every word of yours and analyze it word by word and tell grandpa, then things will go smoothly, just wait to be chopped up by me..."

As an Inquisition Judge passed by near the banquet, the threatening words stopped abruptly.

"Wait." The young nobleman turned and left immediately after seeing the judge, his footsteps were a little eager: "And if I were you, I would stay away from that madman."

He walked away quickly, leaving Sid who was puzzled.

He still hasn't figured out why this person is so hostile and hates him, and wants to kill him when he comes up.

"Who was that just now?" Stopped a waiter, Sid asked, pointing in the direction where the person disappeared.

"That's Baron Stefan von Wolff, the most beloved grandson of Earl Orlando, the uncle of His Excellency the Wolf Grand Duke Gerhardt, and the Grand Duke's nephew." The waiter replied: "Your Excellency the Baron... He has a comparative personality. Strange, the speech is also sharper."

Sid was even more sure that he didn't know this person, and the lives of the two parties had no intersection, not to mention that he was still using a false identity.

When he first arrived here, he offended the nephew of the Duke of Wolf and the favorite grandson of the Earl of Real Power. Sid knew that he was in more trouble.

"Where's that one?" Sid secretly pointed at the judge who was glancing around with a cold and stern expression.

"That's Lord Hutten, the judge of the Tribunal." The waiter was terrified when he saw the judge: "He came to investigate the disembowelling incident, and everyone was afraid that he didn't want him to participate in the banquet, my lord, but Lord Hutten insisted Participate, he suspects that the Chosen One has infiltrated the banquet and is among us now, Jupiter, this must not be true!"

Sid: "..."

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