The lunch that Kerken prepared for Fisher can be described as luxurious. Although the luxury according to the standards of the southern continent is still a bit unqualified for a gentleman who lives in Saint-Nali all year round, at least it can be seen that Kerken
of enthusiasm.
Two unopened bottles of authentic Naris Coast wine were brought to the table by the servants. Fisher and Kerken sat at both ends of the rectangular dining table, symbolizing that they were the focus of the lunch. Two people sat on either side of the rectangular table.
They are ladies with black hair and black eyes who look similar and are elegantly dressed. The two sisters have peaceful smiles, as sweet as the lilies blooming beside the church.
On the other side sat a restless Rafael. She glanced at the two smiling human women opposite. Their bodies were light and their legs were shy. Even a dragon thought that their sitting postures were elegant and graceful. So.
She also lowered her tail unnaturally, and for the first time, her legs remained motionless, maintaining a sitting position.
But such actions seemed to be more tiring than letting her fight, but after a while she became a little unbearable, as evidenced by the gently wagging tail behind her.
If I had known better, I wouldn't have followed Fisher, but...
She suddenly thought of the young dragon race imprisoned in a cage that she had just seen in the carriage. He was obviously still so young, yet he had to suffer such suffering because of humans.
No one else knew what she was thinking, but it was precisely because of this kind of thinking that she temporarily forgot about the discomfort in her sitting posture, and it also made Fisher and the others' dining table not too rude.
According to the general rules, Rafael, who is apparently a slave, should not sit at the table here anyway. But Kerken attaches great importance to Fisher. Even if Fisher refuses, Kerken will still
The main seat was given to him, and he even arranged a seat for Rafael.
Your Excellency's slave is not my slave, and Kerken made no omissions in the face-saving project.
"This glass of wine is dedicated to the legend of our Royal Academy, Mr. Fisher!"
Fisher told the waiter not to pour wine for Rafael. Who knows what that guy would be like after drinking. After waiting for the golden nectar to be poured into other people's wine glasses, Kerken raised his glass first and pointed it at Feisel.
Scheer said so.
"This is really over the top."
Fisher also raised his glass, but he didn't dare to agree to the "legend" he said. He continued, "If Principal Damian knew what you called me, his old man's beard would be turned into a spiral with anger.
It’s ready.”
Keken put down his wine glass and said with a smile,
"His old man's beard has been turned into a spiral because of anger. Since... Well, let me think about it, it must have been two years ago. Did you know that after the University of Sainte-Lenoir, chartered by the king, started enrolling students, his old man's
Now I don’t attend the annual alumni association because all the topics in the alumni association are about the new school, which steals all the limelight from the Royal College.”
"Is there such a thing?"
Fisher knew about the opening of a new university in Saint-Nali, which was a comprehensive university under the auspices of the king. He probably also discovered that the teaching content of the previous Royal Academy was too rigid and old-fashioned and no longer suitable for the current development trend.
So a lot of new talents were recruited and new universities were opened.
Many of the professors are low-level people that the Royal Academy looked down upon in the past, such as those old parts who study steam engines, chemical and physical principles.
"Yeah...but I haven't been back to Saint-Neali for a long time. I don't know what the situation is like there...I didn't expect to meet you here. I still remember your speech at the graduation ceremony.
Ah, you actually dare to call the principal and dean of the college 'the rotten bones of the old era', hahahaha, all the freshmen of our generation were frightened by you."
Kerken was not a good drinker, but his face turned red after just one drink, but he still spoke enthusiastically. Rafael thought he was going to breathe fire, but the lady couldn't maintain her sitting posture just now, so he looked at him warily
Hold him.
"Haha..Fortunately, they sent me a degree certificate.."
Fisher also suddenly thought of those things before. Six years ago, he was young and vigorous at the age of 22. Although he still looks down on those decayed antiques now, he will never save any face like before.
Personal attack.
After all, many things you say won’t be useful, but instead leave you with many obstacles.
But being young and happy, it feels good to be brought up by Keken as a topic of conversation.
"You were number one in the college at that time and the favorite of many professors. If he dared not issue you a degree certificate, the office would probably be flooded with complaint letters the next day."
The waiter poured Kerken another glass of wine, and he drank it quickly, his face turning red a few shades more.
He didn't know what he was thinking of, his eyes became a little lonely, and he sighed and said,
"At that time, our freshman class had you as their idol for the whole year, but after I started studying, I realized that I couldn't become a person like you... I was not only stupid but also timid, and I couldn't do anything well...
"
His ability to drink was really bad. He just drank two drinks and his emotions leaked out. At this moment, he was about to burst into tears. His wife Dora next to him quickly handed him a handkerchief and asked him to wipe away his tears.
"You are talented and famous...and what about me? Apart from my family's millions of inheritance, apart from the city my family bought me with money, apart from these two beautiful and kind-hearted wives, what else do I have?
Is it praiseworthy?"
The two beautiful women next to him hurriedly cast comforting glances at him. Dora, who was closest to him, directly took his hand, making him smile gently and hold her catkin in his hand.
"..."
Fisher's fingers holding the wine glass suddenly stiffened, and he pursed his lips. The steak in his mouth became less fragrant.
He couldn't figure out whether this guy was in Versailles or whether he was really showing his emotions, but after seeing the faint flash in his eyes, Fisher still believed that he was real, otherwise he would really hit this guy hard with his cane.
I hate my junior’s butt.
"Ah...Why am I saying these unhappy things? I'm really sorry. I don't drink well."
Kerken rubbed his eyebrows, and then refused the waiter's move to pour him a drink. After his eyes cleared up a little, he glanced at Rafael who was cutting meat with his claws next to him.
"So, is Mr. Fisher currently conducting research on subhuman species? Biological or social?"
"Both. I am very interested in the demi-races of the Southern Continent and the Western Continent."
Fisher briefly mentioned it, but Kerken didn't seem to show any corresponding interest. The status of the subhuman race in the eyes of humans is too low. In his opinion, even if they are also slaves, humans are inferior to the human race.
It's much more noble, at least humans can still communicate, right?
"So that's it..."
He tapped the table with his ringed finger, and his expression showed a little contemplation, as if he was thinking about something. Fisher cut the steak without looking at him, but suddenly said,
"Is there something wrong? If you need help, just ask, I will do my best to help you solve it..."
"Ah...no, you misunderstood."
Keken, who was still deep in thought, was suddenly interrupted by Fisher. Hearing what the other party said, he quickly smiled and explained, "It's not an important matter, but I think you may be very interested in this matter. At least I
I have never seen it before. I invited doctors and scholars from the Western Continent to come and see it, and they also said they had never seen it before..."
"Um?"
Fisher temporarily stopped cutting the steak and looked at Kerken across the table with interest. Only to see him clear his throat and say mysteriously to Fisher,