Tonight is the monthly aristocratic dinner, which is a battle of power and a dividing line between the poor. Queen Isabella arrived early, fully demonstrating her identity and status.
Even if the assassination failed, even if the contracted beast was destroyed, she still had the same expression. It never changed, and she never showed the slightest bit of ugliness.
No one can verify whether Isabella is a qualified queen. Only Fernando knows whether Isabella is a qualified wife. But she is definitely a qualified communicator, and she is very knowledgeable about it.
She knows when to give in, and she also knows when to attack. All processes are ultimately aimed at getting what she wants, no matter painful or smooth.
She leaned against the stone pillars in the outer corridor, sipping the wine and looking at every noble present. No one dared to approach, and no one said anything polite.
If the "Principality of Xisai" is a word of disaster, then the queen, who is a Xisai people, is the mother of disaster. The evidence is the two princes who died tragically in the city.
Queen Isabella has been very tired recently, not only because of the death of the prince and the actions of the Principality of Cisse, but also because of the chess piece she planted.
The incident with the old Marquis has long since passed, but this outcome was not what she expected. The chaos she imagined did not happen, and most of the people who died were poor people.
After talking for a while, Isabella drank the wine in one gulp. She stared blankly at the night sky, wondering how many "next times" this was.
"Why don't you go in and have something to eat, Queen? There will be plum wine from the Principality of Cisse today." A young voice suddenly sounded, which seemed very abrupt in this quiet space.
"What do you want from me?" Isabella turned to look at the visitor, who was none other than her second son, Prince Benjamin.
"As mother and son, we should be close to each other, so why do we need any reason?" Benjamin raised his hand to wave the servants away, with a white cloth still tied to his arm.
"Your brother has passed the death sacrifice period. Take away that thing, at least don't do it in front of me." Isabella said with some disgust.
Benjamin smiled when he heard this, and then pulled off the cloth. In his heart, his brother was just an idiot, and it would not be surprising if he died early or late.
And the father, King Ogu, is more like a chief. And he is also the kind of madman who will chop off his head if he disobeys.
So the mother in front of him was even more strange. From the day Benjamin could remember, he had never felt a trace of family affection.
Therefore, being talented and intelligent, he chose to turn a blind eye and ignore it. He disguised himself as a second-generation ancestor and spent his days either eating, drinking, having fun, or hanging out with other nobles.
But this kind of life only deceived his brother. Not to mention the enigmatic father of King Ogu, even the mother in front of him never believed it.
The death of his brother was like an ancient bell ringing in his ears. On a rainy night, he talked with his father for a long time, or rather the other party talked for a long time.
From then on, he never dared to offend the other party again. Because he knew how powerful his father was, and he also knew that he was worthless in his eyes.
Soon after, after he learned of the existence of the fourth prince Midas, he was not as angry as the noble expected, and even breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the throne was getting further and further away from him, his life was finally saved. From then on, Benjamin stopped participating in any political affairs until the Secret Magic Fair was established.
He also needs to eat and spend money. Most of this money comes from business, from the black market in the past. But now it is all placed in a shop.
But the competition in the secret magic market is becoming more and more fierce, and even those arrogant magicians have come up with such things as "golden cards".
With his income being no more than a hundred gold coins for two consecutive months, Benjamin had no choice but to find his mother, hoping that she could help him establish a relationship with the Dark Elves.
"I just had a good chat with them, there is no special relationship. If you want to get money, you should go to your father." Isabella said lightly.
She is not a fool. Although everyone knows about the scandal between herself and the dark elves, no one can point out conclusive evidence. Even King Ogu has nothing to do with herself.
But now, the other party asked about it so carelessly. Isabella even had some doubts about whether the other party was her son.
But this time she really thought too much, because she didn't know the subtle relationship between Benjamin and Fernando. It's not an exaggeration to compare them to a hunter and a puppy.
"We can make a deal. You give me what I want, and I also have some information that interests you." Benjamin said again.
Before he met the other party this time, he unexpectedly got some interesting news. Although this kind of thing was of no use to him, it was a bargaining chip for good friendship.
The person who gave this information was one of Benjamin's old friends, the young maid in charge of the wine cellar. She always had fantasies about Benjamin, and imagined that she might become a noble, or even a member of the royal family.
"I don't need any gossip. If there's nothing else, I'm going in." Isabella stood up slowly and planned to return to the banquet hall.
She has no feelings for her two sons because half of the man's blood flows in their bodies. Just as she has always disliked male lions and regards them as the most savage creatures.
If the eldest prince is the kind of blatant idiot, then the second prince is the epitome of Fernando. At least in many aspects, the words and deeds of the two are very similar.
What Isabella needs most now is a glass of wine, a glass of wine that can suppress the nausea. People feel nauseated when they see shit, and Isabella is the same at the moment.
"This matter is about Medea, and..." Benjamin was half-sentence, but the meaning was obvious.
He looked at the opponent's back quietly. Although his expression remained the same, his hand clenched the wine glass. Success or failure depended on this, otherwise there would be no place for him in the palace from now on.
A moment later, Benjamin stood up and walked straight to a deserted small garden. And walking in front of him was Queen Isabella.
"Go on, tell me everything you know." Isabella said coldly.
"Can I get your guarantee before I tell you? How about giving me a dark elf name?" Benjamin asked with a smile, and there was no longer any anxiety in his words.
"If I have nothing to do with the dark elves, you will naturally not get those things. But if I have something to do with them, you are looking for death." Isabella looked at the other party coldly, as if looking at a corpse. Benjamin, who was still a little proud at first, suddenly woke up and wondered what was wrong with him. Had he forgotten the insidiousness and viciousness of his mother?
A few minutes later, Isabella returned to the banquet hall. She chatted with the nobles as if nothing happened, and even danced a few songs with them.
The second prince, Benjamin, quietly left the palace. At this time, there was only one name in his mind, a very long alien name.
In the moonlight, his carriage drove towards the Secret Magic Market. Benjamin seemed to have seen countless gold coins piled in front of him, and the nobles around him gathered around him again.