Two weeks later, a grand and grand banquet was held at Ivy Manor. Many local nobles in Kent, including Viscount Salk and Viscount McLellan, were present. Only the Luo Yanta family used the excuse that the Lord was seriously ill.
, and Xiao Luo Yanta was busy with many affairs in the territory and had no time to come, so he declined the invitation.
Of course, the nobles were also well aware of the substance of this gathering, which was nominally to welcome Sir Ensberg's short-term return. Some good people had even dug out the "Kent" that was popular a few years ago.
The topic of "the most tragic person in the county" was used to "grievance" for this poor guy who was about to be kicked out of the family forever.
"Moriarty, are you really ready to give up like this?" After not covering her face for several years, Salk's Pearl has become more and more charming, with a pair of eyes as pure and translucent as the turquoise sea water, looking pretty at the mage's eyes.
His face looked both angry and sighing.
"It's not about giving up, it's just about making a choice." Moriarty smiled slightly. Originally, as the protagonist of the banquet, he should have gone with the Baron to greet the guests. But since the important matter has been decided, there is no need to spend any more time on overly embellishments.
.Moreover, with the Baroness and her young son Lazio in her arms accompanying the Baron, Moriarty did not want to destroy this "harmony."
"Choice? Are you so reluctant to let go of that boring place in the world of ice and snow? Or are you reluctant to let go of your fiancée?" Mathil snorted softly, and a trace of anger flashed across her fair face, but it was hidden immediately.
"I'm sorry, Mattie."
Moriarty naturally knows some of Mathil's thoughts. Although they are thousands of miles apart in the past few years, the correspondence between the two has never been interrupted. And according to the tradition of the Erathian nobles, in order to
Erke Pearl should have been engaged or even married at her age. However, no matter how numerous and outstanding the young nobles who pursued Mathil were, she never showed special favor to anyone. In this regard, Thor
Viscount Ke did not urge her, but allowed his daughter to continue "slowly choosing".
"You don't have to be like this, my affairs have nothing to do with you." Faced with Moriarty's apologetic eyes, Salk Pearl felt a little uncomfortable. As a reserved and noble lady of the Viscount family, Mathil did not allow herself
Being looked down upon or possibly looked down upon by others, including Moriarty.
"How is your greenhouse? How is the Hanover?" Not wanting to dwell too much on this embarrassing topic, Moriarty immediately changed the subject, and at the same time took two glasses of white wine from the waiter and handed them to Mary.
Thiel.
"Yes, I have successfully cultivated two lavender sword-petal roses in my rose garden just this year. If everything goes well, I will be able to collect enough purple rose petals next year to make some special scented tea for you.
." When Moriarty asked about this, Mathil smiled proudly: "As for that pony, my father borrowed it three years ago and it hasn't been returned to me yet." Speaking of this, Thor
Ke Mingzhu sighed exaggeratedly, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"My dear, what bad things are you saying about me to Moriarty?" At this time, Viscount Salk's voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them.
Moriarty immediately turned around and saw the old man whose appearance had not changed at all, looking at him with a smile. And behind him was Charlie, the Knight of the Round Table.
"Hello, Lord Viscount; Hello, Knight Charlie." Moriarty saluted the two of them.
"Long time no see. I heard from Mathil that you became an official mage. I didn't expect that you have reached the second level in just a few years." Viscount Salk pointed at the silver star on Moriarty's chest and praised.
"It's still far away, so I will return to Bracada soon." Moriarty smiled slightly and said modestly.
"And your martial arts skills have also improved, which is very rare." Charlie glanced at Moriarty and said solemnly.
"I hope I can improve it even more in the future." Faced with the gazes of the Knights of the Round Table, Moriarty admitted openly without any possibility of hiding his warrior level.
"Next month is Mattie's birthday, and I will hold a birthday party for her at Windsor Castle. Remember to prepare a good gift, so as not to be outdone by other young people." The old man suddenly smiled.
, and said.
"Yes, I will do my best." Moriarty looked into the old man's eyes. He didn't understand the other man's intention for a moment, but he agreed immediately due to reason. As for Moriarty's answer, Salk on the side
Mingzhu also smiled slightly.
"Moriarty, let me introduce to you, this is Viscount McLellan." At this time, Baron Ensberg suddenly led a slightly bald nobleman in rich clothes to slowly walk up to the group of people.
beside.
"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency McLellan, I am Moriarty Ensberg." This was the first time the mage saw Viscount McLellan in person.
"Hello, Moriarty. I have heard of your name a few years ago. I am very happy to have an outstanding young man like you in Kent County." After the other party finished saluting, Viscount McLellan slowly calmed down.
He waved the golden cane in his hand and said.
As per the rumors, this viscount was a quite serious old-school nobleman, and his movements were full of the majesty and arrogance of a superior, which was in sharp contrast to Salk's military style of straightforward laughter and scolding.
"Thank you for the compliment." Moriarty bowed politely again.
"Yes." Melilan nodded slightly with satisfaction, then looked at Moriarty's mage robe and the two silver stars, and then said: "I heard that you are already a second-level mage?"
"Yes."
"Very good. The birth of a true mage professional among the nobles fully proves the nobility and greatness of the noble blood of Kent County and even the Kingdom of Erathia. In the past, some foreigners with ulterior motives slandered us as only warriors who knew how to fight. But
, your appearance today, Moriarty, is the best counterattack against this fallacy."
Obviously, Viscount McLellan is a thoroughgoing advocate of blood supremacy. His high-pitched remarks immediately won the echo and applause of other nobles nearby. However, many people applauded, but
He secretly glanced at Baron Ensberg's expression, hoping to read something different from it, such as wavering, regret, or helplessness. However, from beginning to end, the Baron just smiled, a perfect smile.
"So, go on boldly on your path. Use continuous growth and progress to silence those boring voices forever." Viscount McLellan accepted the applause from the surrounding nobles expressionlessly before speaking loudly again.
Said: "If you need anything, Moriarty, you can come to me at any time. My magic consultant, Mr. Johnson, is a fourth-level mage. I think Mr. Johnson can help you with many questions about magic studies."
Answered."
After saying that, Melilan turned sideways and pointed at an old man with white hair behind him. Like Moriarty, this old man was also wearing a mage robe. Although it was brand new, it was just ordinary clothing.
, without adding any magical effects. At the lower end of his collar, there are four somewhat old silver stars arranged. I don’t know if it is because they have been touched by the owner for too long, but these silver stars look a little dark.
There are even some scratches and damage on individual corners.
In fact, through the induction of magic power, Moriarty had already noticed the mage behind Melilan. However, because the Viscount was in front, it was inconvenient to ask.
"Hello, Master Johnson, greetings to you." According to the rules of the magical world, Moriarty, who is of a lower level, first greeted the other party with mage etiquette.
"Hello, Master Moriarty, greetings to you." Although his professional level is two levels higher than the other person's, Johnson didn't seem to have any intention of exaggerating. Instead, he showed a slightly embarrassed expression while returning the greeting.
No wonder, Viscount McLellan, who was not familiar with the truth about the magical world, mistakenly thought that the newly recruited magical consultant was higher in level than Moriarty, so he could completely suppress him. However, he never expected that one of them was over sixty.
When a fourth-level mage who is 20 years old faces a second-level mage who is less than twenty years old, in addition to envy and jealousy, he feels inferiority and shame. What's more, this young second-level mage is also a prominent figure.
Local nobles.
"If possible, I would like to ask you some questions later today. Is it convenient?" However, Moriarty said to the old mage in front of him, who was obviously not from Brakada, quite in line with McLellan's wishes.
.
"Okay, there should be no problem." Master Johnson glanced at the young mage, calmed down, and nodded.
The reason why the old mage decided to join the Viscount Macrillon family was that he hoped to obtain more financial support for his magic research. Since Moriarty is also a mage professional and one of the powerful nobles, and has shown great
His attitude is quite low-key and humble, and Johnson is also very willing to contact and communicate with the other party.
"Well, that's good." McLyllan glanced at the two mages and nodded with great satisfaction: "If we can't finish the conversation today, we can continue the conversation at Brandburg."
After saying that, Viscount Merrillan nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the small group of nobles on the other side. From the beginning to the end, he did not even cast a glance at Salk. Of course, accordingly, Viscount Salk also
From the beginning, McLyllan's appearance was completely ignored.
"Moriarty, come with me." The baron said suddenly as he watched McLyllan and his magic advisor walk away.
"Yes, father." Moriarty bowed slightly to the other three people beside him, and then walked away with the baron.
"Will Moriarty stay?" Viscount Salk turned to his daughter and asked after watching the figures of Ensberg and his son disappear into the corridor on one side.
"No." Mathil shook her head slowly.
"What a simple little guy. What a pity." The Viscount also shook his head.
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