The lights in the room were so bright that they were almost dazzling, and the jewelry worn by each guest was set off to shine.
On one side of the banquet hall, a well-known band played soothing music to adjust the atmosphere.
Unfortunately, although no one deliberately made any noise, noise is unavoidable in large numbers of people. Such a noisy environment is not suitable for sitting quietly and listening to the hard work of these people.
"Wayne! Chrissy!"
Suddenly hearing someone calling their names from behind, Wayne and Chris stopped.
The person who called them both was Lawrence, who was also dressed very formally.
He walked over quickly, and even though he was overjoyed to see his friend, he couldn't help but complain a few words: "There are too many guests invited today. Many nobles who were not eligible for admission have made exceptions this time." invite."
After saying that, he glanced at the band playing next to him with less joy. "The same goes for the band. It shouldn't be set up in such an impetuous place..."
It was easy to tell from his musings that he had strong opinions on some of the arrangements for this dinner.
Wayne smiled. "Perhaps the next time something like this happens, Lawrence, you can make better suggestions to His Majesty the King?"
"Forget it." Lawrence objected without thinking.
"That man can't listen to anyone's advice."
Wayne pretended not to hear his undisguised resentment towards the king.
Compared with the busy Prince Richard, the control over Lawrence is obviously much relaxed. He does not need to follow the king as a pendant like Richard, but can roam around freely.
However, seeing Wayne's unwillingness to comment on his words, Lawrence seemed to realize that he had made a mistake.
He quickly changed the topic and sighed: "If you think about it carefully, you should really host this kind of event. The Lily Club's masquerade is much more interesting than this boring dinner party."
"That's not possible." Wayne replied half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I don't have the money to afford food and drink for so many people."
Lawrence was very unconvinced.
"Don't try to lie to me! Your Leaf Publishing House has made a lot of money, and even I have heard about it."
Good guy...could your tone mean you've already secretly taken aim at my wallet?
After hearing this, Wayne looked at Chris and said aggrievedly: "Since Leaf Publishing House was founded by Chris, of course all the money earned back is Chris's own private money."
"Yeah~" Wayne nodded with self-approval, "Her money is her own, and my money is also her own."
He obviously said this deliberately because he wanted to please Chrissy. He thought she would be very happy with this typical loyal dog comment, but Chrissy became embarrassed after hearing it.
"How could I ever say that?" She stamped her feet angrily, "I have never been so clearly separated from you!"
"Then are you willing to let me spend money to invite a lot of friends to eat, drink, and dance?"
"no."
——Answer in seconds.
Wayne suddenly smiled like "I knew it would be like this".
Lawrence reacted and complained very dissatisfiedly: "Wait a minute, don't automatically set all your friends as bad friends!"
"Besides, if you came forward to plan the banquet for the royal family, my father would definitely reimburse the expenses." For some reason, the last sentence gave people a very guilty look.
If you're so sure, don't lower the volume if you can!
"Ahem... let's not discuss this kind of thing that doesn't even have a shadow." Wayne said.
He originally planned to deal with Lawrence first and then go to Marquis O'Neill, but he didn't expect that Lawrence had no intention of leaving at this moment.
So he had to ask together: "We are going to say hello to Marquis O'Neill, do you want to come with us?"
"Marquis O'Neill, who?" Lawrence looked confused.
Only then did Wayne remember that Lawrence was unfamiliar with most of the nobles in the country because he had been fostered abroad.
He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to the conversation on his side, and then briefly introduced the situation of the O'Neill family to Lawrence in a low voice.
"Ah! As soon as you mentioned the family whose children were all stupid, I remembered it. I've heard of it too, but I just didn't remember their names." Lawrence suddenly realized.
"At the banquet just now, we have already met Roy O'Neill and Vivian O'Neill. We only had to stop talking because His Majesty the King appeared, so now we want to see them again." Wayne explained.
Hearing what he said, Lawrence showed hesitation.
"...Is there no problem getting along with those two children?"
"Question? What do you mean?" Wayne didn't know what riddle he was talking about.
Lawrence took a deep breath first, and then whispered: "Some people say that those two children were cursed to become what they are now."
"Curse?" Wayne repeated doubtfully.
Is it the [curse] that I understand? If I remember correctly, I had only heard this specific word once.
"It can be said to be a... twisted magic technique. It is said that it was the secret of every generation of monarchs in the Principality of Millistan. It seems to be inextricably linked to the magic of darkness." Lawrence tried his best to abstractly described. "But with the destruction of the Principality of Millistan, all these secrets of the past have been buried by time."
"Who told you this?" Wayne suddenly asked him.
"Uh..." Lawrence paused, "I accidentally saw it in a book I borrowed from the Stuart Kingdom."
Speaking of this, he looked a little confused. "But on the Lownes side... it seems that they deliberately erased the records about that principality, and can't find any documents related to its actual internal situation."
really.
Although the "Battle of Fog Moon" and the deeds of those meritorious generals have been widely publicized throughout the kingdom. But the destroyed principality was just a backdrop in the story from beginning to end.
It seems that the meaning of its appearance is just to set off the immortal achievements of the kings and ministers of the Kingdom of Lowns.
"After all, we are the winners." Wayne couldn't help but sigh softly, "Victory is written by us."
"This sentence makes sense..." Lawrence seemed to be stunned by his description.
"Oh, Chris told me." Wayne immediately put the blame away.
"Huh?" Chrissy didn't even react, "Ah hahaha, maybe I said it a long time ago."
