Two cars stopped in front of Gulton Manor, and dozens of young women in maid uniforms bowed in unison.
"Hello, Miss Anne, hello Mr. Ye!"
Such a big battle shocked Ye Fan, "Hello, hello."
Annie covered her mouth and giggled, "Ye, they are civilians, you don't need to salute them."
"Isn't this bad?" Ye Fan was not used to it.
We have already entered the civilized era, but the Gulton family still engages in feudalism, which would be criticized in China.
"Hello, sir, I am the housekeeper of Luna Villa, Keni!"
The leading woman is in her thirties, with fair skin and dark blue eyes. She looks like a Westerner, but her facial features have the unique charm of an Easterner. Although her Chinese speaking is not standard, she can still be understood.
"Are you a mixed race?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes." Keni nodded and gave up her seat respectfully, "Miss Anne, Mr. Ye, I have been waiting for a long time, please come with me."
"Well, trouble." Ye Fan smiled politely.
It's already two o'clock, and Anne's father Banner is still awake, just waiting for her, which shows that he is very sincere!
Ye Fan and Annie walked into the manor proudly, and the old housekeeper Norton had two maids to support them.
Entering the living room of the largest villa in the manor, a middle-aged man and a young man greeted them as soon as they entered the door.
"May I ask if you are Mr. Ye?" The middle-aged man spoke in Italian, and the young man next to him was responsible for translating.
Ye Fan smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm Mr. Ye Fan. Mr. Banner, I have admired you for a long time!"
"Don't dare." The middle-aged man behaved very modestly, without the inherent sense of superiority of the nobles.
It’s not what Ye Fan said, but compared to China’s nouveau riche, Gulton Banner’s magnanimity should not be too high.
"This is my son, Guldunaya. He can speak Chinese and is very yearning for Chinese culture. If Mr. Ye is free in the future, you young people may wish to communicate more."
The smile on Banner's face was warm and elegant, like that of a noble knight in the Middle Ages, full of etiquette.
"Naya, hello." Ye Fan smiled and nodded to the young man next to Banner.
"Hello, Mr. Ye." Naya used honorifics, which made people feel very comfortable.
"Mr. Ye, you have been running around all day. Come and follow me to the restaurant to have something to eat." Banner did things very simply, "Some people want to see you tomorrow, and I will arrange it at three o'clock in the afternoon."
With that said, Banner took Mark towards the restaurant.
Annie did not go to eat supper together, but said "good night" to Mark and went back to the room to wash up and rest.
The food in the restaurant was covered on a silver plate, and the maid opened the lid. It was full of European specialties.
However, the portions of European dishes are very small, and a large table of dishes is probably not as caloric as a few plates of fried crayfish at a Chinese food stall.
Ye Fan had eight dishes in front of him, divided into more than ten bites, and swallowed them all in less than two minutes.
Banner and Naya were dumbfounded.
Western aristocrats have a long tradition of elegant dining. Even a small piece of foie gras can be eaten in more than a dozen bites.
And Ye Fan...two pieces of foie gras are not enough for him to swallow dates wholeheartedly for three seconds. This is not a meal at all, it is just watering down!
"One more, one more... no, three!" Banner quickly ordered the maid on the side.
Naya smiled coquettishly and said, "Father, why don't you order five portions!"
Ye Fan laughed and said, "Anyone welcomes you!"
"Ahem, five servings." Banner nodded.
"Yes." The maid turned and walked quickly to the kitchen.
Not long after, five dining carts and dozens of plates were rolled out.
Three maids served Ye Fan, and two of them were responsible for closing the dishes.
Ye Fan opened his cheeks, feeling very energetic.
Although he flew first class when he came to Europe, the food could not satisfy his appetite.
At this time, etiquette, elegance, all fucking nonsense, Ye Fan has been hungry all day.
It was a delicious meal, and Ye Fan was very satisfied.
Banner looked at Ye Fan's eating appearance and saw that he still had an appetite. He dealt with it casually for a few times and then put down his knife and fork.
However, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Mark.
After all, he has also been to China and knows what customs Chinese people have when eating.
Seven bowls and eight dishes, the portions are as if they are free.
The more the guests eat and the more delicious the food, the more face the host will have.
"Mr. Ye, have you finished eating?" Banner asked with a smile.
"Well, very good!" Ye Fan nodded, and suddenly the conversation changed: "By the way, you just said that someone wants to see me, who is it?"
"Ahem...that's it."
Banner was surprised before, why Mark didn't ask him this question, but he didn't expect that his heart was all about food.
"My uncle, Sir Gulton, also sent some experts here two days ago. They heard that I specially invited Mr. Ye from China, and they are very interested in you..."
"Interested?" Ye Fan smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
The maid on the side immediately handed over the ashtray.
Ye Fan took a few puffs of his cigarette, lit the ashes into the ashtray, and smiled faintly: "Mr. Banner must not be able to suppress these masters, right? When they meet me, do they want to give me a blow?"
"Hmm!" Banner was pointed out by Ye Fan's words, and his expression was slightly stagnant.
Naya wiped his lips with a cloth and whispered: "Mr. Ye's prediction is correct, those people just want to make things difficult for you to embarrass my father!"
"Can you tell me the reason?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
I'm a newbie here, and I don't have time to provoke others, so why should I show off to myself?
"Mr. Ye, those experts were invited by Duke, the eldest grandson of my Earl's grandfather. I don't know the specific reason, but judging from his attitude, it seems that he is very prejudiced against you.
Moreover, suppressing you will also damage my father's face.
Because the Earl's grandfather's son fell ill and passed away, according to the Earl's wishes, the next successor to the earl title is my father.
Duke probably did this because he wanted to take away the credit for the castle so that he could claim credit in front of the count and let him pass on the title to him!"
After hearing this, Ye Fan opened his mouth and slowly uttered: "Your circle is so chaotic..."
"Mr. Ye, do you know Duke?" Naya frowned and said, "When he brought people here, he specifically called your name. It seems that he is quite familiar with you."
"Duke?" Ye Fan shook his head, "I've never heard of it."
"That's strange." Naya held her chin, "Maybe I thought wrong!"
"Haha, it doesn't matter. Whether we know each other or not, we will find out tomorrow." Ye Fan shrugged nonchalantly: "Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back to the room to rest first."
"Well, Naya, take Mr. Ye back to his room." Banner stood up and saw him off.
"Thank you."
Ye Fan smiled and followed Na Ya up to the third floor.
Ye Fan's room is the first one on the east side. The room is a suite, with a living room outside and a bedroom inside.
The living room is quite large, fifty square meters.
There is also a small bar near the window of the living room, with a wall of cabinets behind it filled with world-famous wines.
"Mr. Ye, go to bed early. We'll see you tomorrow." Naya waved to Ye Fan at the door, then exited the room and closed the door from the outside.
Ye Fan looked around, his mental energy slightly expanded, but he didn't find a camera in the room, so he immediately locked the door.
The four-eyed dragon emerged from Ye Fan's arms, turned into a human body, swaggered to the bar, and took out a few bottles of good wine.
He opened the bottle cap with a bang and poured it into his mouth.
Seeing that he had drank several bottles in a row, Ye Fan was still unsatisfied. He couldn't help but rolled his eyes and yelled: "Siyan, please take it easy, it's too ugly to say goodbye!"
"Hey, are you embarrassed to accuse me?" The Four-Eyed Dragon curled his lips and hummed, "Who was eating haise at the dinner table just now?
At least I didn’t do it in front of others, so you’re calling it a shame!”
"I'm too lazy to tell you." Ye Fan sat on the sofa and took out a stone box from the space stone, which contained a medicinal herb.
He pulled out all the leaves of the herb, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, then worked up his energy and swallowed them into his stomach.
The four-eyed dragon walked out of the bar carrying two bottles of wine, sat next to Mark and handed him a bottle.
"Why, are you a little nervous?" The four-eyed dragon recognized the efficacy of that herb and could quickly repair injuries.
Although it cannot immediately restore Ye Fan's martial body source core, it can play a certain role in promoting it.
However, the medicine is three parts poison.
While this herb provides recovery speed, it also comes with certain side effects.
Ye Fan has always insisted on self-rest and recovery, so as to integrate battle experience and improve his cultivation.
Therefore, after he was injured, he rarely used a large number of external substances to recover from the injury, let alone this kind of primitive herbal medicine that had not been refined in any way.
"I can't talk about being nervous, just prepare it for emergencies." Ye Fan closed his eyes and digested the medicinal properties of the herbs.
In fact, he didn't want to do this either.
But plans can't keep up with changes.
Originally, he thought he was the only one who could deal with the monsters in Gulton Castle, but he never expected that Duke would appear halfway, looking for trouble for himself.
The Gulton family is second to none in Europe and has a long history. The warriors who can catch their eye are by no means ordinary people.
You know, a master with eight times the limit died just a few days ago, and he was killed instantly without anyone noticing.
The warriors who dare to come here must be very strong!
And Duke brought many warriors over. According to Ye Fan's estimation, those people were at least eight times the limit warriors, and there were even many nine times the limit.
In Ye Fan's current situation, it would be enough to deal with one or two nine times the limit.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four. If there were a few more, he would be in trouble.
Unless, let the four-eyed dragon come up.
But Ye Fan didn't want to expose the Four-Eyed Dragon just because of such a trivial matter. If he used his trump card so early, he would be easily passive in the future.
Therefore, Ye Fan had to solve Duke's matter by himself.
The soldiers came to cover up the water and earth, and led them out to run around, whether it was a mule or a horse.
What the hell, don’t think that because you are a direct descendant of Gulton, I don’t dare to touch you.
I'm not a fierce dragon, but I can't pass the river. Let's see who can be more ruthless than the other!