"It's really cost you, Ms. Bunyan."

The middle-aged man who always smiled and touched the back of his head and laughed loudly: "According to the rules over us, I should treat you to you."

Hearing that he was called "Banyan" rather than "Liona", the lady with long curly flax hair and blue eyes nodded reservedly.

A trace of good joy and satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Can being called her last name satisfy her?

Annan looked at all the details and was silently calculating in his heart.

The tranquility and easy-goingness that he can get along with others in a friendly manner and inaction was learned from the prophet wizard named "Giranda Io"... or the living sculpture that has obtained life.

It is the prototype of the spell bound by Annan [The Last Work].

And now, through Lin Yiyi's eyes, Annan saw another person in the underground world - the man named Niussel, with a clean, innocent, simple and cheerful smile on his face, and quickly absorbed it and learned it.

The stone statue is undoubtedly stiff, even hard.

But "Giranda Io" is different.

It is not acting, but the existence of the activated marble golem, imitating human nature. Just as cheetahs can hunt and goshawks can fly.

So Annan had a new expression to use.

Ms. Leona, who also had a smile on her face, also felt that she had a good impression of this stranger she had only met once.

——Of course, it is impossible because the other party’s foreign merchant is dressed up.

The Banyang family is not short of money.

Just because of that simple and cheerful smile.

Of course, Leona knew that a businessman could not have a soul that could show such a smile. This must be his disguise or acting skills.

But so what?

She is not going to marry the other party, nor is she going to do important business with him. How the other party’s nature has nothing to do with her. If it is just a friend who is a wine and meat, then choosing the one that makes you get along the most is the right way.

How to choose your own friends - Leona is good at this.

In other words, Bunyang is good at this.

"In our winter, there will be no rules for guests to come and treat you."

Leona smiled and poured Giranda Io a glass of light white wine, then filled herself with it.

She raised her glass and drank it all in one go.

Then he smacked his lips happily, turned the wine glass over and signaled to Gilanda Eo.

The kind and cheerful smile on Gilanda Eo's face never faded.

He just smiled and drank a glass of wine, and put the drinkable glass back on the table without changing his face.

"Compared to treating guests," Gilanda Io sighed, "I was even more surprised by the fact that I was drinking when I first chatted with strangers."

"That's certain."

Leona chuckled and filled the wine glass again: "Where does the Noah like to meet strangers? Teahouse? Theater?"

"There are theaters, but they are usually their own estates. Strictly speaking, there are not many strangers... Noah nobles hold banquets twice to three times a week during the social season.

"Everyone either holds a banquet at their own house or goes to someone else's house. When they are at the banquet, they are already familiar with each other and are not strangers."

Giranda Eo drank the wine and replied casually.

Leona also drank all the wine without changing her face, and chuckled and added wine: "His Excellency Gillanda Io has a good alcohol tolerance. I thought only Winter people love to drink."

"We Noahs' alcohol tolerance is not that bad, especially when we practiced at banquets."

Gilanda Io said with a smile.

——Want to get me?

Sorry, although it might be a bit of a waste of wine...but I am just a stone man.

A true heartless man.

When Leona heard what Gilanda Io meant, she raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "Oh?"

What he implies is that "he often attends banquets."

So she followed the topic and asked, "Can you...what's the second son of which family are you?"

In the Duchy of Winter, the eldest son usually inherits the title and territory. Other heirs will receive a share of funds after they become adults, relying on their connections they operated when they were young and a share of initial funds to run their own business.

They are responsible for such heirs who have no inherited titles and have turned to business and politics, regardless of their order of position, collectively referred to as "second son".

Giranda Io just smiled.

He did not answer this question, but asked politely:

“Before answering this question, I was about to ask…

"Banyan - is the one I know?"

Of course, this is a polite question.

Of course he had never heard of which "Banyang" was.

At least he is definitely not a great nobleman, otherwise Annan must have seen it in the book.

Leona raised her lips when she heard this.

But before she could answer, Annan heard another familiar but strange voice:

"Banyan... the crazy hounds, have they now got a name that makes them proud?"

The man sneered, lifted the heavy leather curtains that blocked the wind, and walked into a private tavern with few passenger flows.

Wrapped in a cold wind covered with frost, he sat beside Annan.

Leona's brows stood up when she heard the other person's words, and her face suddenly turned cold.

But when she saw the appearance of the visitor clearly, she was stunned for a moment, immediately stood up, and respectfully paid tribute to the visitor.

“…His Highness Dmitry.”

It was Annan's brother, Dmitry Lindun.

But it is somewhat subtle different from the brother Annan saw during two nightmares.

Dmitry, who used to be in a dream, was a very stylish man with meticulous clothes. He had a well-proportioned figure, straight back, and long pure black hair drooping to his waist. There was no mess on his head, no stain on his body, and there was no dirt in his fingernails.

But now Dmitry makes Annan feel... he is more than ten years older than in his dream.

His habitual frowning brows had three deep wrinkles now. The frowning skin at the locked brows looked like a ghost-like totem.

He was wearing a thick frost coat, his arms were not put into his sleeves, and the shirt under him rolled his cuffs to his elbows, and a very thick cigar on his mouth.

His hands were still clean, but there were already bulging blue veins on the back of his fair and powerful hands.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Ms. Leona."

Dmitry said in a deep voice with a cigar in his mouth.

Leona's face turned pale.

In Winter, the standard way of greeting should be called siblings, or uncles, nephews and nephews. Because of the existence of grandmothers, Winter people will regard each other as family members - at least in terms of etiquette.

If you don’t have such a title, it means that “the relationship is not yet”.

But the Bunyang family and the Winter family did not have such a relationship.

...His Highness Dmitry seemed angry.

Leona suddenly didn't dare to say a word.

He sat on the right side of Annan, just diagonally diagonally from Leona.

Dmitry leaned his elbows on the armrest, his hands crossed their fingers, and placed them in front of his abdomen.

He gently sprayed a mouthful of mist, and the smoke of the cigar slowly spread around.

“I haven’t seen each other for about two years.

"But you still keep the word 'Banyan' on your lips."

He nibbled the tail of the cigar lightly, and his voice was still so low and magnetic: "It seems that time can't change anything, right?"

Compared to five or six years ago, perhaps because of smoking too much, Dmitry's voice has become a little hoarse.

Dmitry did not continue to make things difficult for Leona.

He just gave a little warning, his tone calmed down and looked at Annan beside him-or, "Giranda Eo".

"Is this one..."

"Giranda Io," the black-haired and dark-eyed middle-aged man smiled, sat on the chair and bowed slightly, and greeted Dmitry politely, "The full name is Giranda Io David Boonaro...His Royal Highness Dmitry."

Hearing this name, Dmitry's pupils shrank slightly.
Chapter completed!