Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 433: Joyful Banquet
A lavish banquet was taking place in a noble manor on the outskirts of Langton.

Although the weather is cold today, the roaring fireplaces, various heating facilities and underfloor heating ensure that the guests attending the party will not feel cold even if they are naked.

In fact, for these people, holding an open-air party in winter is no longer a way of playing that can make them excited.

Before, they even tried to hold a banquet directly in the snow. If it weren't for the fact that the taste of the food was difficult to guarantee and the fact that the snowflakes would not make people feel uncomfortable, these people would really hold this kind of banquet that subverts morality and ethics in the open air.

After all, in the summer, they actually have their feasts outdoors.

"...Oh, Bones is dead, along with Yellen..." A noble was sitting at the table enjoying a delicious meal, chatting with another guest at the table with a big belly. However, while chatting, he did not forget to reach out and pat the bottom of the table: "Be gentle, baby."

"Bones is insignificant, but Yellen..." Another guest was tasting the bright red wine in his hand, and his expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry. However, after hesitating for a while, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, he is not important either. As long as we don't let that little hot pepper know about our existence and affect our plan, it will be fine."

Although there were quite a few people in the banquet hall, those who were qualified to sit at this table and enjoy the food were undoubtedly the real core figures in their circle.

As for the others? They only knew how to indulge in pleasure and were just the background and embellishment of this banquet, a part for the real core figures to enjoy.

For the two people at the table, they are just props to make themselves enjoy the atmosphere more. It doesn’t matter who joins or leaves, and it doesn’t matter much if they die.

The only problem may be that their existence cannot be known to the outside world.

"Bones's existence is indeed insignificant. Although his wife is memorable, she is not as good as his son." The fat noble adjusted his sitting posture so that he could enjoy himself more and speak more clearly: "But Yellen...he is still useful to us. At least that plan needs someone to execute it.

Now we have to re-select a suitable person to replace Yellen, otherwise the whole plan..."

"Indeed, Yellen is not important, what is important is the plan." The guest nodded and confirmed the fat nobleman's statement: "It's just that Yellen is the most suitable candidate for this plan. If he dies, it will be difficult to find a replacement for him in a short time."

Hearing this, the fat noble frowned, but the muscles on his face twitched, as if he felt refreshed, but because of these things involved he could not fully release his desires.

This feeling of wanting something but not getting it actually intoxicated him. While enjoying it, he did not forget to ask the guest: "Even you don't have a suitable candidate? It seems that this is really a troublesome matter! Should I ask other people?"

Even for them, it is not an easy task to select a suitable candidate to replace the priest who was made into a holy statue by Perfectcot, especially since it concerns whether their plan can be carried out smoothly.

Although they were confident enough that Perfectcot would not be able to find out about them, their plan was not to be solved by evading Perfectcot's investigation.

Just when the two were worried, a dignified and noble lady came over gracefully and asked them gently: "You two, are you in trouble? If you need anything, you can talk to me!"

The lady was wearing red clothes and holding a golden wine glass in her hand, but the glass was not filled with wine, but some white liquid.

Although this lady was very elegant in appearance, temperament and tone, and she was even the only person wearing clothes in this huge banquet hall, the two people sitting at the table did not feel that she conflicted with the atmosphere of the banquet.

After all, the clothes she was wearing were made of the thinnest transparent fabric and were only hung on her chest with two tiny metal rings. In addition, she was holding two chains in her hands, which were connected to the necks of a boy and a girl.

And if you look closely, the boy and girl she was holding looked surprisingly similar, like twins who were printed from the same mold.

When the lady walked to the dining table and prepared to sit down, the male of the pair consciously acted as the chair, knelt on his back beside the table, and let the lady sit on his face.

The woman sat astride the man and pressed her head into the woman's abdomen.

"Mrs. Babaron, Yellen is dead. We need a new person to be in charge of the next plan. Do you have any good candidates to recommend?" The guest looked at the lady. Her eyes were clear and she was not affected by the atmosphere at all. She just used the cutlery in her hand to take a piece of food from the plate from time to time.

"This is indeed a troublesome matter. Yellen was carefully selected by us. Although she is just an insignificant role, we have to admit that this position and the next plan are very important to us." Mrs. Babalon touched the beautiful golden hair of the girl under her, and then asked her: "Dear, who do you think is more suitable to do this, your brother or your father?"

"Please let my father do it! I don't want to be separated from my brother!" The girl raised her head and answered Mrs. Babaron in a timid tone.

"Really? That's a touching answer full of brotherly and sisterly love!" Madam Babaron smiled gently, then pressed the girl's head back into her arms, and then said with a smile: "In that case, let her brother take over Yellen's position. As for her father... Mr. Hannibal, do you mind if the ingredients tonight are a little older?"

"Although I prefer fresher ingredients, but since Madam Babaron said so, what's the harm?" The guest picked up the snow-white napkin beside him and wiped his mouth.

However, the fat nobleman asked, "Madam Babaron, I have no objection to sending your pet to replace Yellen, but is he competent for this duty? Will he be found by that little hot pepper again like Yellen?"

"Oh, the most dazzling pearl of Langton! I have to say that Beelzebub has raised a question that I cannot answer." Mrs. Babaron was not annoyed, but praised in an aria-like tone, then took a sip of her own cup, and then said: "If possible, I really hope that I can pick the most dazzling pearl of Langton. She is so dazzling and beautiful. How can there be such a perfect treasure in the world!

But we have to face the reality that this Langton Pearl is very capable, and I'm afraid it would be difficult for her to detect it even if we personally went down. And I don't think she will remain indifferent when our plan moves forward.

With such great power in her hands, she is fully qualified to sit at this table and have an equal conversation with us. She even has the ability to overturn this table and witness the reality of this world.

So I propose that we take her into our fold and make her one of us.”

"I'm afraid it won't be easy. We are not very familiar with the character of Miss Langton Pearl, but at least she is definitely not someone who would pursue pleasure." Hannibal spoke. Compared to Madam Babaron and Beelzebub, he seemed to be the most rational and calm person present. "It may not be easy to get her to join us! Under normal circumstances, this may be negotiable, but under the current situation, I don't think she will give up her insistence and join us."

"Don't be so harsh, gourmet!" Beelzebub also picked up the wine glass and drank it in big gulps, and then said: "All she did was to let more civilians survive, but she obviously didn't understand the truth of this disaster!

Three years ago, she sent people to the Desert Kingdom to investigate the truth of the matter. Dr. Jones was indeed very capable and he actually found out some things.

The ancient prophecy of the Desert Kingdom did mention the truth about this disaster and the entities hidden behind it.

Unfortunately, Dr. Jones was unlucky and fell in love with a local woman, who was my daughter.

So he is still in my palace, with his bodyguards, as a toy for my daughter."

"Do you mean to tell Miss Langton Pearl the truth about the world, let her give up her pointless persistence, and join us? I have to say this is an interesting idea." Hannibal nodded. He did not object to it, but he did not agree with it either.

Mrs. Babalon asked with great interest, "Are Dr. Jones and his bodyguards fun to play with? If possible, Beelzebub, how about asking your daughter to lend them to me to play with?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible. My daughter treasures these two toys very much..." Beelzebub showed a look of pity on his face, but then he said seriously: "But if there is external help, there is nothing we can do if two disobedient toys escape from my palace, right?"

Hearing this, both Madame Babaron and Hannibal laughed.

"So that's what you're planning to do." Madam Babalon nodded in understanding, and then said, "Then let's do it this way. I'm looking forward to seeing how wonderful the expression on Langton's brightest pearl's face will be when she learns the truth about this world!"

"I am looking forward to it too. If she knew that all she did was not in vain but also had no meaning, how desperate she would be! Hahaha!" Beelzebub laughed so exaggeratedly that even the fat on his body began to shake.

Hannibal shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Miss Langton Pearl's mind is not so easily influenced. Even if she knows the truth about the world, she won't believe everything we say without verifying it herself.

For this kind of person, we can only put clues in front of her and let her discover and verify them herself. It is meaningless to just say it directly. "

Although Hannibal had never dealt with Perfecto, he respected him very much. In a sense, he even expected Perfecto to break their inherent cognition and choose to confront after knowing the truth of the world instead of following the trend.

"It seems that Mr. Hannibal admires this most dazzling pearl in Langton very much! How about making a bet?" Mrs. Babaron also showed an interested expression, and then proposed to Hannibal: "If this most dazzling pearl in Langton still does not give up after knowing the truth of the world, then I will give my pair of pets to you as ingredients, but if I win..."

"I will cook a feast for you." Hannibal put down his knife and fork gracefully.

"Then it's a deal!" Madame Babaron showed an expectant expression, just like a young girl in love expecting her lover.

Beelzebub touched the fat on his belly and said, "No matter whether you win or lose, we must eliminate the influence of this little pepper on our plan. The destruction of the world is inevitable. Only by believing in my God can we enter his paradise and enjoy eternal happiness when the end of the world comes.

So in order to allow more of our God's people to enjoy themselves when the end of the world comes, we must not let her ruin our business. My assassin will end her life if necessary."

Although he pursues pleasure, Beelzebub is not a guy who is blinded by desire. He also has his own ideas and plans.

While speaking with certainty, he also reached under the table.

As the expression on his face relaxed, a sound like a violent watermelon was heard, and his hands, which he had retrieved from under the table, were covered in red and white liquids.

"Beelzebub, don't make it so dirty! You're such a waste!" Madam Babaron looked at Beelzebub with disdain, but then she said nonchalantly: "It's not so easy to end that bright pearl of Langton. Can your assassin deal with a knight of honor? Or a knight of honor who has already put on the armor of a steam knight."

"There is a legendary assassin in my court. All my assassins were trained by him." Beelzebub simply responded, wiping his palms with a napkin and licking the white liquid on his fingers into his mouth with his tongue: "If that little pepper is too difficult to deal with, I believe the strength of this legendary assassin will not let me down."

"Oh, that sounds great. I hope this legendary assassin will not disappoint us." said Lady Babaron.

(End of this chapter)