032 Non-human

One person stands, one person kneels; those who stand are happy, those who kneel are angry. In such a sharp contrast, the people in the hall are all upper class people from Heitu City. They have rich experience in fighting in this regard. Although they don’t quite understand the cause of the matter, they have to think about it with the slight pain in their heads and guess a rough idea.

Howard suspected that Chen Xiansong was not a soul-thought-hearted person, so the latter used the most direct and simplest method to put the facts in front of everyone. His brain hurts as if he was cut open with a knife. Howard suffered such sins a lot when he was a child. As he grew older, he could slowly control his thoughts, but this situation never happened again. After a long time, he suddenly felt such pain again, and he couldn't stand it. He felt even more severe than the pain he felt when he was a child.

Howard wanted to stand up, but because of the pain, his legs became weak. He tried several times without success. At this time, a friend whom he was familiar with came to help, but he angrily refused. After a while, he finally stood up with his own strength. When he got up, he found that Chen Xiansong, the culprit who made him so, had already walked to another table and continued his plan of eating.

Ignore me? Howard gritted his teeth hatefully, slowly squeezed a way out of the crowd, walked to the shadow of the corner of the hall, licking his wound alone.

Not far away, both the old lord and Udir saw clearly what happened.

"Do you still remember that when you first became a soul-thinker, you also encountered such a thing." The old lord smiled and said, "Let me think about it, oh by the way, the people who scolded you were me and a few of my friends, but you were not as powerful as this kid at that time. You could lose your combat effectiveness in just one word. You almost cried when you scolded us."

Udir glared at his eyes: "It's been a matter of many years ago, and I'll mention it."

The old lord said nostalgic: "Later we made noises and became good friends. But that boy Howard may not have the luck of me. Your heir is much better than when you were younger. Old friend, I don't know how long your heir will stay in Heizu City. When you are older, it is impossible for the child to take care of Heizu City for too long. The child seems to have great potential, but the problem is, the greater the potential, the less likely it is for us Heizu City to retain him."

Udir smiled and said, "If you can't keep him in the future, it will be our Black Tu City's problem and it's not his business. Well, the time is coming soon, and you should go to host the banquet."

The old lord nodded, and then the two old men went to find Chen Xiansong together and brought the young man who was slowly tasting the delicacies to the higher level of the lord's throne. Then the old lord gently clapped his hands, and the unsound voice suddenly calmed the entire noisy hall. The guests surrounded the high level. They knew that the main show was finally coming.

The old lord looked around and smiled, "I am very happy today because I have a rare old friend. In short, he has not attended my banquet for half a year. I believe everyone knows who he is, the prosperous man of our Heizu City, the great love saint back then, and Wugeer's old immortal."

When Udile was so angry that he was about to leave when he heard the old lord arranged himself like this, and he was in front of his newly acquired good student. He looked at him sideways and saw that Chen Xiansong really looked at him with a "curious" look. He felt a little sad. Could it be that his generous and steady image of an elder would be ruined by this bastard's damaged hands?

But then, the old lord changed his tone: "It's a pity that the protagonist tonight is not my old friend Udir. Beside me, there is a handsome and promising young man. He is the genius who just became a soul-thinker today. Lord Chen Xiansong, remember his appearance, everyone who has beautiful daughters or beautiful sisters, are you ready?"

Udir had a cramp in his forehead. Thorhua was quite steady. Although he liked to hold banquets, his routine speech before the banquet was extremely official. Why did he seem so...childish tonight? Has he changed his personality so much after not seeing him for half a year?

The old lord finally raised his right fist and shouted: "I announce now that the banquet has officially begun and the battle for the beautiful boys has officially begun."

The guests below were stunned at first, and after a while, warm applause rang out. Chen Xiansong, who was a little nervous, was drowned by the surging crowd, and a large number of polite people surrounded him for questions. The old lord sat on his throne and asked his old friend as if he was showing off: "Wudir, how about it? My speech just now is very distinctive."

Udir smiled bitterly and said, "It's really unique, it's just a little bit unto your personality and temperament, a bit like an old and unjust bastard."

The old lord laughed and said, "You are still so vicious about your words. I just didn't practice the relationship well. It should be fine to hold a few more banquets in the future."

"practise?"

The old lord nodded and said, "Well, I got a book the day before yesterday, which is the masterpiece of the Sun God servant. You also know that the Sun God servant inherited some knowledge and culture from ancient times. The book mentioned that the ancient ancestors hosted the program like I just hosted. In their opinion, the program is to be happy and not to care too much about etiquette."

Udir asked, "Program? What does it mean."

"The book says it is a celebration similar to a banquet." The old lord smiled and said, "You know that I was just a warrior. If you talk about the family background, there is absolutely no way to compare with other nobles. Even in the Black Tu City, there is a large number of merchants who are much more than us in family traditions. Compared with them, it is really unwise to compare the aristocratic traditions. After seeing this book, I had an idea. If it is to compare the tradition and heritage, our family carried out the presidency ceremony of ancient times, so who dares to laugh at our family? Not only that, I also want to make this ceremony a feature of our family and be passed down from generation to generation."

No wonder my old friend suddenly seemed to have changed his personality. It turned out that this was the case. A greedy light suddenly appeared in Udir's eyes: "After you finish reading that book, please invite me for seven days, can you do it?"

The old lord also smiled: "Don't have to borrow such trouble. I have asked someone to copy a handwritten copy. After the banquet, I will ask the servant to take it out for you."

"Then I'm not polite." Udir continued, "I heard that there was something wrong with the blacksmith shop you run. A few days ago, I applied to the General Association for the Knight's Sword's quenching technique. In a few days, the General Association should bring the knowledge scroll here. Then you can invite me to a private family banquet."

The old lord nodded: "No problem, you have a good time. My hound dug out a piece of silver truffle in the wild yesterday..."

Howard hid behind the shadow of the corner pillar and looked at Chen Xiansong surrounded by everyone, with no expression on his face. His right finger was pinching the foot of the crystal cup. Because he tried too hard, a deep red mark appeared on his finger, but he didn't know it.

A young man in a light gray robe walked to Howard and said softly: "Soul-thinking man, such a big show, don't you?"

Howard turned his head and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him: "Who are you?"

The visitor chuckled as if it was the warm spring sunshine: "My name is Comos, and like you, I hate the inhuman creatures like the soul-thinking person, so I think we may be friends."

Hearing this, Howard turned around and wanted to leave. At this time, Comos whispered again: "In front of so many upper-class people, you were made to kneel on the ground by a little guy. If you don't get this scene back, how can you still have the face to continue living in Black Soil City in the future."

Howard stopped: "This is my business, you don't have to worry about it."

Comos walked over and said softly in Howard's ear with a tempting voice: "The soul thinker has a very fatal weakness. Although it takes a lot of time to arrange it, I think it's worth a try. Do you want to hear it?"

Howard looked around and no one noticed them both, and he whispered, "Why are you helping me?"

Comos chuckled and said, "Didn't I just say that, I hate the inhuman creatures like the soul-thinking person?"

"Non-human?"
Chapter completed!