"Looking at what he looks like now, do you still know what danger is?"
The wedding banquet of Aubrey's son Dean was held solemnly that night. The guests sat on both sides of the long table and drank to their heart's content. Only Rod and Alvis sat in the corner, worryingly discussing the upcoming arrival of Erlen.
Grad crisis.
You can see Aubrey's pot-bellied look on the castle owner's seat, with a proud look on his face. The joy of marrying the daughter of the Lord of Watchfort has completely taken over his heart. Rhodes can't see Aubrey's face.
A trace of anxiety and sadness. Look at tonight's protagonist - Sir Dean. His face is also full of incomparable confidence and smile. The young man inherited his father's handsome face and pride, holding a delicate high
The wine glass was wandering around, seeming to declare that he was the absolute protagonist tonight.
Rhodes turned around and looked at the bride from Watch Castle. She was standing beside her husband blankly with a blank look on her face. Maybe it was because no one wanted a woman of this quality, so she married to Iron Ring City like this.
Come on, Rhodes thought.
"Your brother has always been so optimistic."
Rod joked.
"There are many things that I cannot discuss with him, or even report to him. As long as he hears those horrific incidents, he is unwilling to listen to them anymore, thinking that they are just legends. In fact, legends do not arise out of thin air, they are always
There is basis. We must see clearly what others cannot see clearly."
Alves said, pouring himself a full glass of red wine. He shook the wine glass in his hand and continued -
"What happened in Erengrad will soon have a very bad effect. Once someone can't bear it and flees from the city, more and more people will follow suit. We don't know what measures the Snow Queen will take.
However, no matter what kind of measures are taken, it will take time to go back and forth and then actually implement them.”
"Then what can we do?"
Rhodes asked. He drank the wine in his hand like juice.
"Hey, I'm serious. Rhodes, you are the Chosen God of Ersun. You have experienced many things, which these noble guys have not had. You have seen a large-scale invasion of beastmen and fought with an entire Norscan tribe.
To them, these are all fantasy. For the coming disaster, I think you should at least prepare more food and houses. Once refugees flee here, we cannot turn them away. Erlengrad
It’s not that far from here.”
Halfway through Alves's words, Rhodes was shocked. It turned out that this guy had long known that he was the Chosen God of Ersun...
Just as Rod and Alves were mid-conversation, Aubrey's son, Dean Aubrey, walked up to them.
The young groom looks handsome, with a long pointed face and a hooked nose. His hair is oiled and he looks glamorous. The evening dress made of gold thread and Udler velvet looks high-end and luxurious.
Compared to his clothes, the clothes Rhodes wore were extremely simple. The top made of woolen cloth was pure black, and the inner shirt was made of gray velvet. With Rhodes's short brown hair, he looked just like a man.
It can be described as simple. At first glance, it looks similar to the guard outside the door...
"You must be Lord Rhodes of Blackhammer Castle, right?"
Dean raised his glass and asked politely. The room was full of people, and the firewood in the fireplace was burning brightly, making the whole room warm. Even Dean's face showed a bit of blush.
"Yes, congratulations, Dean. You have married the daughter of Count Hillel of Watchburg. This will be a happy marriage."
Rhodes returned politely.
"Thank you." Dean smiled, and then turned his eyes to Alves. "Uncle, why are you here? Shouldn't you be sitting next to my father at this time? Go ahead, he is already drunk. He needs someone to watch him.
Hold him."
A contemptuous smile hangs on the corner of Dean's mouth. You can see Alves' unhappy eyes, but he can't help it. He is a dwarf and born with no status. For every banquet, he must arrange the preliminary preparations. During the banquet,
He also had to serve as his brother Aubrey's personal "bodyguard" and taste the food for him. Only when there was no problem would it be delivered to Aubrey's table. Dean's contempt for his uncle was not developed in a day or two;
Formed over many years.
"Sorry, Lord Rhodes, my uncle is just so curious. He likes to deal with all kinds of people. Although this is not his job."
Dean said. There was something in his words, and Rhodes could hear it. It meant he was belittling Alves, saying that his job was logistics, and that such a serious occasion was not the place for him to socialize.
Another naughty noble son, Rhodes thought, but he couldn't do anything to him, after all, this was at someone else's dinner party.
"It's okay. I like to listen to your uncle talk about current affairs. He has a very unique vision."
Rhodes returned with a smile. Then he picked up the wine glass and offered a toast to the Iron Ring City heir in front of him.
"He was always immersed in his own world, talking about things that others could not understand. Sometimes, he would lock himself in the library for days and nights. I really don't know what magic power is in the books that attracts him and makes him
He is becoming more and more crazy. But it doesn't matter. My father has asked me to slowly take over his work. I believe that in the near future, he will be able to return to his hometown in the countryside to retire. After all, I am the future owner of Iron Ring City.
, isn’t it?”
Under the influence of alcohol, Dean boasted about himself. This made Rhodes feel disgusted. How many aristocratic young men are like him, self-righteous. But they have to admit that they can learn and be exposed to many more things than ordinary people. At least the prince
He is surrounded by scholars, while the son of a common man is surrounded by beggars and homeless people.
"I believe you can do it."
Rhodes responded perfunctorily.
The two of them were chatting without saying a word. At this time, a beautiful woman came from behind the hall. She was wearing a purple tube top evening dress, and the two peaks on her chest were half exposed, and you could see between them.
With a deep ravine and a sexy and hot figure, the woman won the eyes of all the male guests present as soon as she appeared. She was like a fascinating poppy flower, swaying among the wolves.
Compared to Dean's wife, Rhodes felt that the woman in front of him was the heroine tonight. She and Dean were flirting with each other, and Rhodes soon noticed it. This is probably the true face of all political marriages. The groom always
On the surface, the relationship with the bride is very good, but in private, it is completely different. Just like Dean Aubrey in front of him, his bride is the daughter of Lord Siril of Nethergarde Castle.
, there is no doubt about this, but Rhodes can be sure that in private, the person who really warms his bed is actually the purple-robed woman in front of him.