Unspeakable bubbles

"Hmph, the kingdom and the grasslands are no longer at war."

"Oh, what are you jealous of?"

Everyone was whispering among themselves, but no one stepped forward to make a move.

“Your Excellency, please come with me.” The maid smiled and took Dalton’s hand.

Dalton was taken aback, and he awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Hey, no need to hold my hand, I'm not used to it."

Ignaz frowned slightly. He felt that this maid was too presumptuous. Who would take a nobleman's hand right away?

"Yes"

The maid responded respectfully and did not do anything else out of line.

After Dalton and Ignaz took a drink, they went to a less conspicuous corner.

“Father, the southern nobles are very xenophobic,” Ignaz said softly.

"Yes, the south and the grasslands have been at war for many years, and the nobles here are indeed quite united."

Dalton sighed, "I thought the war would go on forever, but I never expected..."

Ignaz smiled, but just as he was about to say something, his gaze suddenly froze.

"Father, your hand is cut."

"Oh, that maid's nails are way too long."

Dalton glanced at the red mark on the back of his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's not bleeding, it's fine."

"..."

Ignaz remained silent, his opinion of the banquet instantly dropping a notch.

"The wine is alright, but the maid is really not good."

"Are we here to drink, or to look after the maids?"

Dalton smiled and said, "When you come with me later, don't forget the important business."

"understood"

"Don't ask too many questions at the banquet. We'll be staying in Yugoslavia for a while. You can ask us any questions about martial arts in private."

“That was the plan all along. Your son doesn’t know how to read the room.” Ignaz shrugged.

"Speaking of which, Father, you came to the South back then. Were there any nobles you knew at the banquet?"

"Of course, but now is not the time to say hello."

Dalton said calmly, "They are all brothers who have fought together on the battlefield. How can I make things difficult for them?"

"..."

Ignaz remained silent.

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"Huh? Someone drank alcohol and collapsed on the ground with blood coming from all seven orifices?"

The little girl was walking towards the banquet hall when she heard Annie's report and stopped in her tracks.

"Annie, did you put too much salt in?"

“Master, there is only one grain of salt in each cup of wine, absolutely no more,” the head maid said with certainty.

"Well, a single grain of salt won't kill the alien bug."

The little girl was very puzzled: "How could you spill it all in one cup?"

“Master, it might not be an alien insect, but rather that the young man just happened to have a relapse,” the head maid suggested, highlighting another possibility.

"Perhaps."

The young girl shook her head, no longer dwelling on the young man's matter, and strode towards the hall.

"Come on, let's go see our guests."

The atmosphere at the banquet immediately became lively with the announcement, "The Marquis has arrived."

The nobles attending the banquet tacitly went up to greet the guests in order of their rank. After greeting the guests, the nobles would introduce themselves with a smile and then respectfully withdraw.

"My lord!"

When it was Baron House's turn, Eileen could feel her father's palms sweating.

"Ah, isn't this Uncle House? We met when Bubble first came to Sien, remember?"

"I remember, I remember!"

Baron House was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

"My Lord Marquis," Eileen greeted him timidly.

"Oh! Eileen, it's been so long!"

When Bubble called out her name immediately, Eileen smiled.

House didn't dare to linger. After his daughter had exchanged a few words with the Marquis, he pulled her away.

"..."

'This doesn't even sound like a marquis anymore.'

Ignaz looked at him strangely. Even His Majesty the King's inspection of his vassal nobles was nothing special!

Dalton also frowned, a deep worry creeping into his heart.

The growing power of the Yug family in the south is not a good thing for the kingdom.

"Phew, let's go up there anyway."

After all the southern nobles had taken their turn, Dalton walked up with a smile: "Your Excellency, thank you for such a thoughtful banquet."

"The Earl of Dalton," the little girl greeted him with a smile.

"Your Excellency, Dalton had intended to personally apologize. Alas, my stubbornness has caused you considerable trouble."

With that, Dalton downed the drink in his glass in one gulp: "I'll punish myself with a drink first!"

"Bubble was going to try to persuade you, but it seems you've figured it out yourself."

"That's more like it! We need to look forward!"

The little girl held out her glass to Dalton, and the servant quickly filled Dalton's glass.

"The conflict has been resolved, cheers."

"cheers!"

After finishing the drink in one gulp, Dalton felt relieved.

“My lord, he is my son, Ignaz.”

"Yes, hello."

It's an honor to meet you!

Ignaz said respectfully, "Your Excellency Marquis, you are a senior in martial arts. I wonder if you could spare some time these next few days to give me some pointers?"

"Okay, Bubble is usually in Blackburg, and he's been pretty free lately."

Come over when you have time.

Having received the little girl's permission, Ignaz was overjoyed.

Thank you so much!

"Haha, you're welcome. Hmm? Your father seems to be unwell, please keep an eye on him."

Ignaz was taken aback. He quickly looked at Dalton and found that he was indeed a little drunk.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Your Excellency, my father is not a good drinker."

Ignaz quickly apologized and helped Dalton back down.

"Father, why is your alcohol tolerance so low these days?"

"Ok?"

Dalton felt dizzy and his body was alternating between hot and cold.

Am I sick?

After the thought flashed through his mind, he forced himself to speak in a nonchalant tone, saying, "I can't deny getting old. When I was young, I could drink a ton of liquor without getting drunk."

No matter how unwell he felt, Dalton was determined to get through the banquet.

Section 645, Chapter 644: Empty-headed

The lively banquet ended, and it was already late. The little girl should have gone back to Blackburg to sleep immediately.

But after accidentally catching a glimpse of a maid, Bubble changed her mind.

"Annie, call her over."

"Yes Master."

The head maid brought the anxious maid to the little girl and whispered in her defense, "Master, she is a maid recruited from the territory. She must have been too nervous to make a mistake this time."

"Master, I was wrong."

The maid lowered her head, looking as if she had admitted her mistake and was being punished.

"What mistake did you make?" the little girl asked Anne, looking at her curiously.

“She…she was disrespectful to Earl Dalton…Master, isn’t that why you summoned her here?”

"No"

The little girl scrutinized the maid closely, and the more she looked, the more she felt something was amiss.