On the prince's right is the third nobleman in the letter, Earl--Kofi.
With a sallow complexion and heavy eye circles, it is obvious that he is addicted to wine, sex and wealth, and indulges in excessive sexual pleasures.
When Earl Kofi stepped into the door, he grinned and let out a chuckle, swaying his shoulders and walked towards the wine serving table in the corner of the banquet hall.
He should know in his heart that he is not the protagonist of this banquet, but with the power and status in his hands, he still looks arrogant.
When everyone saw the prince arriving, the originally lively banquet atmosphere froze for a moment, and then burst into warm cheers.
But their eyes kept wandering back and forth between Dick and Brownie. Obviously, they knew something about the subtle relationship between the two.
Although Brownie is ostensibly called the adopted son of Prince James, his true identity is known to many nobles present.
After all, when Witcher Order fled back in embarrassment, when Brownie called Prince James, the words "You are my biological father!" and "You promised mother to take good care of me." were shouted so loudly that the secret that he was James's illegitimate son had already spread like wildfire.
However, even if these nobles knew it in their hearts, they did not dare to make any mockery of Brownie's identity openly. After all, no matter how bad his conduct was, he still had the blood of the royal family flowing through him.
Queen Meve saw his biological brother arriving and glanced at Dick without leaving any trace.
But Dick's right hand hanging by her side was clenched unconsciously. The queen caught a glimpse of this detail, and her fingers hidden in the wide sleeves of her robe were slightly curled up.
When she saw Brownie surrounded by more than a dozen good guards, the Queen knew that this was a special arrangement by her brother just in case. Although it violated the rules of not carrying weapons and bringing in guards at the banquet, it was not easy to criticize Brownie. Instead, she smiled elegantly and greeted Dick:
"Dick, come here. I believe you have already met my brother. Now let's get to know him formally again."
Dick nodded slightly, patted Xiya's little hand, and whispered softly, "Xiya, just sit here and don't move."
"What are you going to do?" Looking at Dick's increasingly cold face, Xiya hurriedly lowered his voice.
"I'm going to find someone to talk things over with." Dick responded calmly.
Worry surged in Xiya's heart, and she instinctively wanted to stop Dick. She had just stretched out her hand halfway, but when she thought of the tragedy that Witcher Order had suffered, she tightened her lips and said nothing. She just silently watched Dick slowly approach the prince and others.
Barbara came to her side at some point, sat down side by side, and chuckled:
"Why, are you worried about your little lover? Look at you now, your little face is so nervous that it's a little white.
Dick Didn't you say you should only be reasonable? Besides, some problems should be solved openly."
"Solution? But Barbara, as the queen's royal warlock, why do I always feel that your words are biased towards Dick?" Xiya asked doubtfully.
"Because what some people do is really too far out of bounds.
"Some nobles rely on their status to bully the people and act arrogantly. Now they are in trouble.
"Don't worry, Dick is now extremely powerful. Even if he denounces those nobles, he will at most encounter a little trouble. After all, the kingdom will have to rely on the power of Witcher Order to fight against [Manslayer]."
"What happens after that? When [Manslayer] is defeated, won't Witcher Order be useless?" Xiya asked worriedly.
"You can't say that, Xiya. Witcher Order 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 in this Panda Continent decreases, their value will disappear."
Xiya nodded thoughtfully, and the worried look on his face faded a little.
Barbara nodded in approval, and at the same time couldn't help but recall what the man said when he and West parted just now.
West originally planned to escape without saying a word, but in the end he couldn't help but secretly meet her and confessed his crime to her.
Barbara really couldn't bear to let his lover suffer, so he thoughtfully cast a spell and built a magic portal for him to help him leave.
West Before leaving, his lips were almost touching her earlobe and he said:
"Now the queen has defeated Jatu's army and returned triumphantly, and put down Longsong Harbor's rebellion. However, she is seriously injured. Even Dragon Tear Potion can't heal her injuries. She must not have much time left.
"As the queen's warlock, you should have planned an escape route for yourself early on.
"We must remember that from generation to generation there are monarchs and ministers!"
Barbara looked at the queen in the distance, saw her face covered with thick foundation, and thought to herself:
No wonder the Queen is so dressed up today. She always hated these cosmetics in the past. It turns out that she is covering up her pale face.
However, if the Queen does have an accident, who will be in charge of Northern Kingdoms next?
Can my identity as a royal warlock still be secure?
However, no matter what, establishing a good relationship with Witcher Order will definitely do no harm to the stability of my position.
What's more, the current grand leader of the religious group, Dick, is still the companion of my apprentice Xiya.
The queen raised her hand and pointed at Prince James, and said with great grace:
"You two must have met before. The last time we met, the atmosphere was a bit unharmonious. This time, let me be the peacemaker."
The queen deliberately said in a relaxed and humorous tone, "Let's get to know each other again, and maybe we can become friends in the future."
After that, the queen winked at Prince James, and 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 withdrew his hand and slowly glanced at Brownie.
Brownie was suddenly startled and subconsciously took two steps back. The heels of his boots made a squeaking sound on the carpet;
The originally scattered guards instantly gathered into a fan-shaped formation, and the three people in the front row had their hands on the long swords at their waists.
"Your Majesty the Queen, Your Highness the Prince seems to be very sincere." Dick Although there was a smile on his face, the smile became colder and colder.
The queen also felt a little embarrassed and glared at Brownie with slight annoyance, then smiled and said, "Dick, let me introduce you to other nobles."
Dick nodded slightly and followed the queen to other tables.
The queen introduced the nobles at each table one by one. Those nobles had false smiles on their faces and greeted Dick in a pretentious and friendly manner.
Maybe in the eyes of these people, nobles and ordinary people are not the same living creatures, even if there is no reproductive isolation between the two parties.
As for the demon hunters who are reproductively isolated from them - these mutant freaks with potion residue flowing in their veins are nothing more than talking decapitation swords.
Dick could probably guess what the nobles were thinking through their micro-expressions and body language, but he didn't mind.
As he sniffed the mixture of perfume and body odor in the air, he suddenly remembered the extremely lush green grass in Gabriel's spiritual space - which he had easily stepped on at that time.
At this time, his inner view of these nobles was similar to Gabriel's previous view of him.
Indifference.
Incomparable indifference.
I don't even take Deity seriously. You guys are just bullying the people and sitting on the merits of your ancestors. Who are you?
While he was dealing with these 'blood-sucking insects', he was quietly searching for traces of the three nobles.
Coincidentally, the three nobles were sitting at the same table, whispering to each other with triumphant faces, looking towards Dick from time to time, and then covering their mouths with their palms and laughing and whispering to each other.
Dick still had a mask-like smile on his face and followed the queen to the three nobles.