Chapter 14 Three Nobles

On the right side of the prince is the third noble count in the letter - Kofi.

His complexion is sallow and his eyes are thick. At a glance, you can tell that he is addicted to alcohol, sex, wealth and energy in daily life, and indulge in desires.

As Earl Kofi stepped into the door, he grinned and swayed his shoulders toward the bartender in the corner of the banquet hall.

He should know in his heart that he is not the protagonist of the banquet, but he still looks arrogant with his power and status.

When everyone saw the prince arrive, the originally lively atmosphere of the banquet instantly stagnated for a moment, and then there was a warm cheer.

But their eyes kept wandering back and forth between Dick and Brownie, and obviously they knew a little about the subtle relationship between the two.

Although Brownie was apparently called the adopted son by Prince James, his true identity was clearly visible to the many nobles present.

After all, when Brownie called Prince James when he ran back in a panic, the shouts of "You are my biological father!" and "You promised your mother to take good care of me." But the shouts were loud and loud. Therefore, the secret of him being James' illegitimate son has spread far away.

However, even if these nobles knew it in their hearts, they did not dare to have any sarcasm for Brownie's identity on the surface. After all, no matter how bad his character was, the royal blood flowed through his body.

Queen Maeve saw her brother coming and glanced at Dick in no trace.

But seeing Dick's right hand hanging down beside him clenched unconsciously, the queen caught a glimpse of this detail, and her fingers hidden in her wide sleeves curled up slightly.

When seeing more than a dozen guards surrounded by Brownie, the queen knew that this was her younger brother's arrangement just in case. Although it violated the rules of not carrying weapons and bringing them into the guards at the banquet, she did not. He was so reproachful that he smiled gracefully and greeted Dick:

"Dick, come here. You must have met my brother, and now you can get to know each other formally."

Dick nodded slightly, patted Xiya's little hand gently, and whispered gently, "Xia, just sit here, don't move."

"What are you going to do?" Looking at Dick's gradually cold face, Xiya hurriedly lowered her voice.

"I'm going to find some people to reason." Dick responded calmly.

Xiya felt worried and instinctively wanted to stop Dick. Her hand had just stretched out halfway, but when she thought of the tragedy that the witch hunting corps had encountered, she pursed her lips tightly, stopped talking, and just looked silently. Dick slowly approached the prince and others.

Barbara came to her at some point, sat down side by side, and laughed softly:

"What, are you worried about your little lover? Look at your little face is so nervous that it's a little white.

Didn’t Dick say that he only reasoned? Besides, some problems should also be solved openly. ”

"Solution? But Barbara, as the Queen's Warlock, why do I always feel that you are biased towards Dick in your words?" Xiya asked in confusion.

“Because some people do things that are too far behind the line.

"Some nobles rely on their identities to oppress the people and act arrogantly. Now they are getting into trouble.

"Don't worry, Dick is now extremely powerful. Even if he denounces those nobles, he will at most encounter some minor trouble. After all, the Kingdom will have to rely on the power of the Demon Hunter Cult in the future to fight against the [Hitty Hound]."

"What after that? Will the Demon Hunter Cult Team be useless when the [Hitty Hound] is defeated?" Xiya asked worriedly.

"It can't be said that, Xiya. The Witch Hunter Cult has been passed down for hundreds of years. As long as there are monsters in this world, they have the value of existence.

"Don't think that if the number of monsters on this Panda continent decreases, their value will disappear."

Xiya nodded thoughtfully, and the worried look on her face faded a little.

Barbara nodded approvingly, and couldn't help but recall what the man said when he parted with West just now.

West originally planned to escape without saying a word, but in the end he couldn't help but meet secretly and confess his crime to her.

Barbara really couldn't bear torture her lover, and she also thoughtfully casts spells to build a magic portal for him to help him leave.

West said with his lips almost against her earlobe before leaving:

“Now the Queen defeated the Gatu army and returned triumphantly, quelled the rebellion in Changge Port, but was seriously injured. Even the Dragon Tears Potion could not heal her injuries, and it is probably not too long.

"As the Queen's Warlock, you should plan your way out for yourself early.

"Remember, one generation of monarch and one generation of ministers!"

Barbara looked at the queen in the distance and saw a thick foundation applied to her face, thinking to herself:

No wonder the Queen is dressed up so well today. She has always hated these cosmetics in the past. It turns out that she is covering up her pale face.

But if the Queen really has an accident, who will be in charge of the North next?

Can I still be as stable as a former sorcerer?

However, no matter what, establishing a good relationship with the Witch Hunter Cult is absolutely harmless to my stable position.

What's more, Dick, the leader of the sect now, is still my apprentice Xiya's companion.

...

The queen pointed her finger at Prince James and said in a serene manner:

"I guess you two have met a long time ago. The atmosphere was a bit uneven when we met last time. This time, I will act as a peacemaker."

The Queen deliberately said in a relaxed and humorous tone, "You can get to know each other again, maybe you can become friends in the future."

After saying that, Prince James of the Queen gave a wink. The prince understood it and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Dick, I'm glad to see you again."

Dick also had a smile on his face and reached out to hold Prince James's hand: "I am also very happy to see you, Your Highness."

Immediately afterwards, Dick quickly pulled his hand back and slowly glanced at Brownie.

Brownie was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back, and the heel of the boots rubbed against the carpet;

The originally scattered guards instantly gathered into a fan-shaped formation, and the three people in the front row had already pressed their hands on the long swords at their waists.

"Her Majesty, Your Highness, seems to be very sincere." Although Dick had a smile on his face, his smile became colder and colder.

The queen also felt a little embarrassed, glared at Brownie with a slight anger, and then smiled and said, "Dick, let me introduce you to other nobles."

Dick nodded slightly and followed the Queen to the other tables.

The Queen introduced the nobles at each table one by one. Those nobles all had hypocritical smiles on their faces and said friendly greetings to Dick in a hypocritical manner.

Perhaps in the eyes of these people, aristocrats and ordinary people are not a creature, even if both sides are not reproductive and isolated.

As for the witch hunters who are reproductive and isolated from them - these mutant monsters with potions flowing in their blood vessels, they are just talking beheading swords.

Dick could probably guess what they thought through the aristocratic micro-expressions and body language, but he didn't mind.

When he sniffed the perfume and body odor mixed in the air, he suddenly remembered the lush green grass in Gabriel's spiritual space - he was easily stepped on by himself at that time.

At this time, his inner view of these nobles was similar to Gabriel's previous view of him.

disregard.

Extremely indifferent.

I don’t even take the gods seriously. What are you, those who only oppress the people, sit on the merit book of their ancestors?

While dealing with these "blood-sucking insects", he quietly searched for the traces of the three nobles.

It was a coincidence that the three nobles were sitting at the same table, whispering with smug faces, looking at Dick from time to time, and then blocking their mouths with their palms and whispering to each other.

Dick still had a mask-like smile on his face and followed the queen to the three nobles.