Thank you. I will remember your kindness and thank your daughter for your concern for me. I wish her a happy eleventh birthday, Baron Bourbon."

Thales raised his glass politely at his seat, sent away a certain guest who came up to toast him, and returned his attention to the bustling noise of the banquet.

Facts have proved that after successfully overcoming the initial embarrassment, the Holy Day Banquet was easier than Thales expected.

Amidst the melodious music, not only the guests were enjoying the feast and chatting enthusiastically, but the servants of the Mindis Hall were also serving dishes back and forth non-stop. Many of the guests' attendants were shuttled between different long tables, or

Help serve wine, or convey messages on behalf of the host, completing service and social tasks again and again.

Like Exeter, there is an open space in the center of the banquet hall, which is both a stage and a dance floor. Minstrels, clowns, acrobats, musicians, dancers, different performers take turns to perform, each showing their abilities.

For example, at this time, a minstrel was pacing with his piano in his arms and had already started his performance:

"This song is a new work inspired by my visits to the Western Wilderness over the past few years. It tells the story of King Kessel leading his army deep into the desert eleven years ago and killing the enemy chief at the Battle of the Altar..."

This felt familiar to Thales. When he was a beggar, there were often minstrels like this in the Sunset Bar, but their clothes were by no means so neat, and their singing voices and piano skills were also uneven.

During the melodious and grand singing of the minstrels, the dishes are still being updated, and they are served on the long table in order:

There are no less than five kinds of cheese soup, vegetables and fruits, strange-sized roasted eggs, sturgeon soup, oatmeal, poor-looking pork blood sausage, smoked beef, roast chicken with sauce, stewed venison, and various other dishes.

Unnamed poultry and game, raw and cooked seashells, terrifyingly large meatballs, more than a dozen different styles of bread, pancakes, pies, and all kinds of magical dishes whose raw materials cannot even be seen...

Of course, including the essential drinks of all kinds.

How should I say, his father is really rich?

Thales sighed.

Well, the Star People do know how to eat, at least compared to the Northerners in Longxiao City who only know how to bake, roast, stew and stew...

Longxiao City.

When he thought of this, Thales' mood dropped.

"What, you can't get used to it?"

Aunt Elise next to her noticed him.

"No, it's just that there are too many choices..." Thales looked at a plate of beans and said absently:

"No way to start."

Princess Elise elegantly divided the vegetables on the plate and seemed to be feeling emotional:

"You should go to the Dragon Kiss Basin. Speaking of the exquisiteness and harshness of the dishes of the nobles of Anrenzo... Of course, I can't get used to their taste... After getting used to a place, it's very difficult to

It’s hard to adapt to the delicious food of a foreign country..."

Thales smiled reluctantly, and finally followed his aunt's example and extended his claws to a plate of lettuce that looked very fresh.

Someone poked him.

Thales turned around and found Doyle sitting at the table behind him, his cheeks bulging out.

"Your Highness, you can do it," Doyle swallowed a mouthful of food hard, ignored the contemptuous look in Glover's eyes next to him, pointed at Thales' table, and whispered:

"Can you pass me the seasoning salt? By the way, including the plate of beef on your left..."

Thales frowned:

"Isn't it on your desk?"

"Yes, yes, but, I always feel that the food served from your highness's table tastes special..."

Thales sighed.

He looked around and found that no one was paying attention, so he quietly leaned forward, pushed the plate of beef behind his arm, and gave it to Doyle:

"You are really rude..."

Doyle took the food brought to him by the prince tacitly and skillfully, and smiled flatteringly:

"Because the Lord is not here...ahem, I mean, because you are the best and gentlest His Highness in the world..."

Thales rolled his eyes and continued to deal with his lettuce.

d.d sent the beef in the direction of Glover, but the zombie just turned his head in disdain and continued to drink his beer.

Doyle shrugged nonchalantly and started eating by himself:

"Your loss."

As time went by, the music was played one round after another, the performers changed one after another, the interest of the guests increased, the atmosphere in the banquet became more and more lively, and more and more guests left their seats to toast and chat actively.

many.

But fortunately, Thales's burden was not too heavy, because most of the people were moved to the highest table - his father's place.

This rare royal banquet has been held for more than ten years, and there are many guests who want to take advantage of this informal occasion to pay homage to the king.

King Kessel's expression remained calm, but he could hardly last more than a minute during a continuous meal - often guests from different backgrounds and classes would come with friends or alone, respectfully and expectantly, to meet the king and greet him.

It cut off his pitiful rest time, and also affected the attendants such as Captain Adrian and Director Quentin, including Gilbert, Juke Mann and other important royal officials. They also had to come frequently to toast and divert rescuers.

drive.

Although the Iron Fist King has a cold temperament, on this occasion, with boredom written all over his face, he still had to raise his glass frequently, nod in response, and add a few warm words from time to time. Queen Keya on the side was quite at ease, and she could tell that she was young.

He is skillful and skillful at this time, and he is good at this.

In just half an hour, there were twenty or thirty groups of guests who came to pay homage to the king.

Thales was amazed when he saw it.

"Don't laugh," Aunt Elise said calmly, ruining his mood with one sentence:

"The same will happen to you in the future."

Thales sighed.

With something on his mind, he could not enjoy his meal in peace, so he abused his lettuce one after another while calling on the Sin of Hell River to strengthen his senses and pay attention to his surroundings.

Compared with the Northland aristocratic banquet where only male guests are present, where besides eating, drinking and having sex, Xingchen's occasion is much more open. Not only is it not limited to men and women (and therefore appears to be much more elegant), it is often seen that people are restless when they are drinking.

The eager men left their seats and toasted to the dazzlingly dressed girls.

There are even many young, beautiful, lively and active young women who will take the initiative to leave their seats, ignore the white eyes and hostility of the men in their families, leave their surveillance, chat and laugh with the person they like, exchange glasses of wine, and even join in the dance music.

Get on the dance floor and dance together.

It was a happy time, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

But is it really so?

Thales's heart moved, and the sounds of conversations from all directions entered his ears through the filtering and strengthening of hell's senses.

"Oh, really? 'Convince my father to propose marriage'? Humph, you said the same thing last time, and you think that after you say this, I will sneak out at night and let you have sex like before?

By the way, I’m getting engaged, and what’s in my belly is not yours!” This was obviously an awkward conversation between a male and female couple.

"Proposing marriage in Yadi? Yes, the other party's family is noble, but I would marry my daughter there only if I am blind. Those conservative mountain barbarians still believe in a pagan evil god called the Lord of the Mountains.

I visited once the year before last, and I still can’t forget the bonfire mating custom of a small village in their mountains, which is comparable to that of primitive people..." This is a local noble from the Central Territory.

Thales kept smiling. What the hell senses fed back to him in his hearing was mostly all kinds of gossip and social chatter in the capital. However, in different directions and on different long tables, the contents of the guests' conversations were still quite different.

"After the Year of Blood, everyone discovered that 20,000 farmers brought from the farmland with 1,000 gold coins were not as useful as 200 professional soldiers raised with 1,000 gold coins. Do you remember the Duke of Star Lake - oh, the previous Duke of Star Lake -

The two thousand legions drove tens of thousands of rebels into the mountains and fields..."

This is the long table of honorary servicemen, and their theme is sharp:

"I was just thinking, now that the prince is back, should we go north for revenge? If a war breaks out, with your qualifications, how can you be a deputy general of the guard? You must know that 'Horse Slayer' Dilla has retired.

After that, I climbed up a high branch and became the dignified director of the security department..."

"My son is studying grammar, theology, and mathematics." This is a political bureaucrat at the next table, who is worriedly talking to his colleagues about his nephew's future:

"He is high-spirited and wants to stay in Yongxing City. Maybe he will be a civil servant in the Government Affairs Department and maybe earn a title. But I hope he can go back to his hometown to find a job. After all, the South Bank Territory is far away from war and has good governance. The Emerald City is even more prosperous and comfortable.

Even better than the royal capital..."

"I'm so envious. My nephew is my heir. He is determined to practice martial arts and become a regular knight. But you also know that unless you are born with a good surname, the current knight title is a joke.

How can there be any orthodoxy? Look at the three handsome men. They are all knights in name, but there is a Yankee, a tomboy, and a disgusting male prostitute who relies on his face to make a living..."

Thales sighed and sympathized with the legendary Wing who was said to be able to unify the Western Continent with his face.

"Yes, without the hostages in Exeter's hands, it has intensified the risk of war between the two countries. In addition, they are fighting among themselves. Believe me, the northern trade route has come to an end. And all potential business in the future is concentrated in the west and south.

, if you are interested, we might as well find a place to discuss in detail..."

This is a long table for businessmen and businessmen, and the conversation is more practical and business-oriented:

"Twenty years have passed, and a new round of franchise sales should be put on the agenda. Maybe we should find a scapegoat..."

"...He must do this. His family's loan from the Royal Bank is about to expire. If he doesn't bet on this voyage, he can only transfer the fiefdom to make up for the shortfall..."

Thales didn't understand much about these business matters, so he turned his attention to the table of central dignitaries:

"No, the riots at the Western Wilderness border in the past few months are just local incidents and will not affect the kingdom's policy. The reaction of the local nobles is just their private behavior. The relationship between the royal family and the Western Wilderness is very good... What? No, no, this

Of course it is not the official statement of the Department of Foreign Affairs, it is just my personal opinion, although I do work in the Department of Foreign Affairs..." This is Gilbert.
To be continued...