According to the original order of His Majesty the King to punish others in isolation, Bulwer should not have appeared in such an occasion.
However, with Mrs. Cherry's perfect assist and his sincere request to the king to allow him to come and protect him, the king finally agreed to make an exception this time.
Bulwer scanned the hall full of powerful guests, vigilantly searching for any suspicious figures.
The banquet has not started yet, and the king and queen have not arrived. The nobles are just chatting in groups in twos and threes, and there is no sign that a crisis is brewing.
Around the mansion, Bulwer also saw guards responsible for maintaining security.
Although the City Guard is the main force tonight, it is not the only department involved. In addition to the City Guard, the palace guards have also been deployed in advance.
While feeling more relieved, Bulwer couldn't help but have more doubts in his heart.
It is of course very easy to suddenly launch an attack when you have the opportunity to get in close contact with the target person, but...did Simon never think about what would happen if the plan failed or someone discovered his tricks? How should it end?
Isn't he worried that someone will get the evidence and he will never be able to leave the Kingdom of Lornes?
Bulwer frowned and thought about these questions. He accidentally glanced at the crowd and happened to see Simon on the other side of the hall, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
His perception was very keen, and although Bulwer's eyes did not stay on him for long, he was quickly caught by him.
Simon raised his head and saw Bulwer's figure at the end of the banquet hall. He was startled for a moment, then chuckled and raised his glass to signal him.
When Bulwer was thinking about how he should respond, the man turned around and disappeared behind the crowd.
Bulwer stood there, meditating for a while, and then left the banquet hall in another direction.
…
Somewhere in a corner.
Wayne and Chris watched the whole conflict between guests at another table as if they were watching a show.
In fact, although drinks and food are provided everywhere, and tables and chairs are set up for everyone to sit for a while, most of the time these things are just decorations to set off the atmosphere.
The so-called "dinner" is still the socializing in the fame and fortune fair.
On this occasion, almost everyone who comes to the banquet has some kind of appeal, so they actively and enthusiastically deal with each other among their friends. People like Wayne and Chris who completely ignore other people's opinions and go their own way are rare.
Suddenly seeing people who had chosen the same approach as him, Wayne was naturally attracted to them.
However, it is not so much that they "clashed" as that they suffered one-sided abuse.
The mean-spirited woman's attitude became worse and worse.
But when she finally discovered that these two people didn't reply no matter how much they scolded them, and she didn't know whether it was because they didn't understand sarcasm at all, or they were not ashamed of their rude behavior at all, she suddenly felt that it was very difficult for her to cause trouble for such people. Price drop.
The gazes gathered from all around seemed to be just watching a performance with great interest, and he himself became a member of the performance without knowing it.
Realizing this, her dislike for these two people instantly reached its peak.
But she really couldn't find a way to vent her anger at the moment. She couldn't let a lady just beat others at the banquet...
So she had no choice but to give the two disappointed bumpkins a hard look and left angrily.
After watching the mean woman leave, Wayne asked in a low voice: "Would you like to go over and have a look?"
"Hmm." Chris looked thoughtful.
"I don't care. If you want to go, just go together."
Don't tell me, Wayne is really interested.
Putting down the food in his hand for the time being, he picked up a glass of juice and sat down with Chris.
"You two... what do you call them?"
For some reason, the reaction of this man and woman was a little dull.
After a while, one of the boys answered very slowly: "I am Roy - Roy O'Neill."
After saying that, he turned his head to look at the girl sitting next to him somewhat sluggishly.
"This is my sister, Vivian."
O'Neal?
...Their father could be the Marquis O'Neill who was rumored to have fathered two fools.
Marquis O'Neill, who also belongs to the camp of military nobles, although he has a high title, has been almost an invisible figure in the royal capital's aristocratic circles in recent years.
In the final analysis, the reason is not because he was suppressed by anyone or because he is indifferent to fame and fortune, but simply because his two children have abnormal intelligence since childhood.
This was a very heavy blow to their family.
The Marquis O'Neill was also depressed because of this. He has not attended any public banquets for a long time, just because he was afraid that others would ask about the current situation of his children, or see other people's children growing up healthily.
Thinking of these, Wayne's mood was a bit complicated.
So... I thought they were "masters" who didn't follow the ordinary path like me, but they turned out to be two fools in the true sense.
But at the same time, he couldn't help but relax a little.
No matter what, it is always easier to talk to fools than to talk to smart people.
"Oh, nice to meet you!" He showed a very friendly smile, "I am Wayne Winche, and this is my girlfriend Chrissy. By the way, why don't you two stay with your family? "
For these two children who have never participated in normal communication, they may not even feel that they are being bullied, and their parents will not pay attention to them.
Fortunately, apart from appearing a little sluggish, he was still able to answer questions normally.
"Family...Dad, you want us to stay here and don't, don't go anywhere else." He stammered.
As for his sister, she just sat aside and continued eating the whole time, seemingly not caring about what was happening in the outside world. Looking at her, Wayne couldn't help but worry about her. If she continued to overeat like this for a long time, it would put a huge burden on her body.
Seeing that Wayne asked no more questions, Roy picked up the half-eaten food and took a big bite, as if he had been hungry for a long time.
"Have you...never eaten these at home?" Wayne asked tentatively in a low voice.
Roy shook his head violently.
"Good, delicious food, I've never eaten it before." He said vaguely.
Seeing him looking worried that he would never be able to eat again, Chris could not help but frown.
"Is your father, Marquis O'Neill?" She asked more uncertainly.
Wayne could understand her surprise.
After all, a child of a marquis, even if he is a fool, should not be treated like this... Moreover, most of the food is not very precious food, but there are more types than what is eaten on the daily table.
Why do these two children seem to be on the run?
