Chapter 33

Luxurious and exquisite carriages slowly entered Harriman castle and finally stopped in front of a brightly lit building with blue tiles and red eaves. At this time, the crowd had already surged here, and all kinds of luxurious carriages were parked on the road.

Modrian got out of the car with Baron Benny, turned his head slightly, and looked at the streets and corners on both sides of Harriman castle. A decent gentleman and noble walked slowly with his girlfriend. They all had the same smiling expression, or talked or whispered discussion, pretending to be elegant and funny.

"Little fellow, you seem a little uncomfortable? Are you nervous?" said Baron Benny with a smile. "Just keep smiling. It's just a friendly exchange party between nobles."

"I hate too much etiquette," modrian said casually, but he straightened his body in black gentleman's clothes according to Baron Benny's words, with an elegant smile on his melancholy face, from raw to skilled, and gradually followed the actions in his memory.

"Oh, as like as two peas in Brook," he said, when he heard the complaints of modelan, and he followed the direction of the mulrian's view to the door of the western main hall. "Why, little guy, do you need a female companion to accompany you?"

At the entrance of the resplendent main hall, there are more than ten beautiful girls in exposed dresses. They are releasing their own charm to every guest who can enter the main hall, sometimes smiling to show their exquisite appearance, and sometimes bowing to show their sexy figure.

"No, I don't need a girlfriend. I'm just curious who these people are?" modrian looked strange. In his previous life, he had heard a lot of relevant and interesting news.

"A group of poor guys want to enter this noble party and step into the high life they dream of," Baron Benny said softly, but the disgust and dislike in his words were no doubt revealed.

"Really? That's really pathetic." modrian said slowly with some hesitation. The so-called upper class society is really not as beautiful as expected, and it is far less important than his ordinary life, but everyone has his own different pursuit. You can't force others to have the same idea as you.

"Come on, Dodd and your men will have special arrangements. Let's go to the main hall first." Baron Benny turned to modrian, and then he stepped forward and led modrian past the poor guys into the magnificent main hall.

"Baron Benny, welcome!" beside the transparent glass door, an old housekeeper with white hair was bowing to Baron Benny with heartfelt joy.

Baron Benny nodded and put his right hand on his chest, smiled and said, "housekeeper atley, I didn't expect you to meet the guests tonight!"

He has to pay attention to the identity of the old man in front of him. Atly George, the old housekeeper of Harriman castle, has served the Harriman family for decades. He is gentle and extremely good at management. He is the most trusted person of count Raphael.

"Baron Benny, please come in. The banquet is about to begin. Many of your old friends have arrived in advance." Butler atley guided Baron Benny to the banquet. With his departure, a young Butler immediately took his place and was responsible for the next task of welcoming guests.

The mottled magic lights shine on the main hall of the banquet. The silvery tableware is neatly placed on the table. The gorgeous candlesticks burn flickering candles one by one, and the warm fireplace dispels the cold in winter. At the same time, nobles also form a small circle with each other, talking and laughing around the main hall.

Modrian followed Baron Benny step by step and looked at the banquet belonging to the nobility from the corner of his eyes. Compared with the outside, the number of nobility here is much smaller, the smile on his face is more sincere, and the posture of etiquette is more elegant and noble, which seems to be harmonious and friendly.

However, he still found subtle differences. The elegant nobles vaguely divided the main banquet hall into three areas. Except that a few people would toast with others from time to time, most nobles were in their own circle.

"Little fellow, you now represent the Peres family. Pay attention to your words and deeds. You are a meritorious aristocrat, although the Peres family can also be regarded as a blood aristocrat." Baron Benny said slowly, with the same smile on his face. His words didn't care about the Butler atly in front, including some warnings to modrian.

"Don't get involved with the court nobles. Oh, by the way, you can't involve the court nobles in edalas. Baron Emerson can be regarded as one of the facade of the court nobles in edalas."

"Uncle Benny, I know how to behave." modrian knows his situation. The so-called upper class aristocratic power struggle is not something he can participate in now. He came to the aristocratic party just to wonder about the aristocratic life in Stoke kingdom.

"Well, you can walk around. The party won't start for a while. I'm going to meet some old friends first!" said Baron Benny, patting modrian on the back, and then walked towards some familiar friends not far away. Housekeeper atley didn't know when he had left.

Modrian touched his slightly hungry stomach. After taking some food from the long table, he left the place with bright magic lights like a little transparent. He would not communicate with the noble young masters and ladies active on the banquet dance floor. Those are uncertain factors, which are far more comfortable than hiding in the corner of the banquet and tasting delicious food.

"Modrian Perez?"

While he was swallowing exquisite and delicious snacks, a voice of doubt came from behind. Modrian slowly turned and looked at the handsome brown haired youth in front of him. "Who are you, please?"

"Your brother Kadir and I are classmates of Wangdu Knight college. I saw you in Peris castle before. At that time, you were quite introverted, timid and afraid of strangers." the brown haired youth looked at modrian with interest. "I didn't expect to hear your name again. It was to destroy the wolf and the Jackdaw."

"However, for your sake of removing the tumor from edalas, I'll tell you the latest news. Baron Emerson has recruited a powerful vassal knight to teach you a profound lesson at tonight's banquet." the brown haired youth selects a pink dessert from modrian's tableware, chews it carefully and shows an expression of enjoyment.

"I'm waiting for the wonderful stage play to begin. Oh, by the way, remember my name, Lambert Betty Harriman. I hope you'll appreciate my reminder after tonight."

He watched Lambert disappear on the banquet dance floor, and the cold sweat behind modrian dyed the wet lining. In the just extremely strong conversation, he had no chance to speak, because the other party was a senior knight, exuding a seeming momentum to suppress him and had no resistance.

"Lambert Betty Harriman, I once heard your name. The gifted knight defeated by my brother and the eldest grandson of count Raphael, are you coming to 'help' me now?" modrian licked his dry lips, swallowed the food left in his mouth silently, and showed an interesting look in his drooping eyes.