Chapter 612
The 611 Banquet
Chapter 612, Section 611: The Banquet
Lin Jun has always been indifferent to the romantic relationships of her subordinates, and even occasionally acts as a matchmaker, such as bringing together a certain tailless lizardman and werewolf.
But not for PinkPuji, at least not now.
Lin Jun had finally managed to equip her with the strategic-level weapons of fire and ice elemental lords, and she wished she could stay in the mushroom garden every day, always on high alert.
Now she suddenly comes to him and says she wants to find her a husband, help her get married, and have children?
What a joke!
What about the combat power of those two elemental lords? Lin Jun herself can't command them!
I'm busy saving the world, don't cause trouble!
Getting married is something that can wait until the world is saved before having a grand and spectacular wedding!
Getting married at thirty isn't too late!
"In conclusion, Comrade Aiding, this mission, which concerns the safety of the world, is entrusted to you." The marshal stepped onto the stone block, put his tentacle on Aiding's shoulder, and solemnly entrusted him with the task.
Aiden's mouth opened slightly, and his usually composed eyes were now somewhat bewildered: "You mean... you want me to... sabotage the matchmaking banquet that Duke Alama has carefully prepared for Miss Inanna?"
"Relax," Marshal Puji waved his tentacles. "Pink Puji will cooperate with you. She didn't intend to do this anyway. This matchmaking event was never going to succeed. Your main task is to make the scene ugly and awkward enough to make Alama give up on this idea for the time being, so that she won't come up with any new tricks later and waste our precious energy."
As he spoke, the Marshal pulled an S-class magic crystal from his body and stuffed it into Aiding's arms.
"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely complete the mission." Aidin's eyes were filled with the belief of saving the world!
……
The banquet was arranged to be held in Oath City.
On the main road leading to the ball, gilded family carriages rolled over the smooth stone pavement, and warhorses adorned with magnificent saddles snorted from time to time. The young knights on horseback stood tall with their armor gleaming.
Occasionally, a low roar could be heard, belonging to the magical beast mounts contracted by certain nobles.
At the grand gates of the manor, the old butler Eric directed his servants to guide the endless stream of carriages to their designated parking areas, arranged for grooms to care for the prized steeds, and greeted each noble guest who arrived with an invitation with impeccable manners. Under his methodical management, the bustling scene at the gates, though lively, maintained a consistently orderly rhythm.
At that moment, a young servant responsible for checking invitations and guiding guests hurried to Eric's side and reported in a low voice: "Master Steward, there's been a little trouble. You instructed us to pay special attention to Viscount Villa's arrival... but he didn't come alone; he brought two companions who weren't on the guest list."
"Are they the Viscount's family?" Eric asked.
No, friend.
Eric frowned slightly.
Bringing someone not on the invitation list to a banquet is already against the rules, but if that person isn't even a relative of the invitee, it's somewhat impolite.
However, since he was Viscount Villa, the one who had only recently been granted the title, and who was "sacrificed" to hold it.
Perhaps it's simply because of his newly acquired aristocratic status that he's not yet familiar with the many unwritten rules of etiquette in high society.
Thinking of this, he walked over there himself.
……
Vera and her two companions, leading their horses, were stopped outside the manor.
They didn't even come by carriage; they arrived at the banquet alone, without any attendants, showing absolutely no aristocratic pomp or ceremony. Sirion didn't come, saying that as an outsider elf, he neither felt comfortable nor enjoyed attending gatherings of human nobles, and preferred to stay in Mist Keep. Vera naturally didn't insist.
Fei Yin hung her head in frustration, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.
It was her previous curiosity about the aristocratic banquet that made Vera disregard the temporary butler's advice to "go to the banquet alone" and insist on bringing her and her sister along.
Now they are blocked at the door, and they are being scrutinized by the opulent gazes cast from the luxurious carriages coming and going, and even occasionally a soft laugh can be heard.
She felt responsible for making Vera lose face on such an important occasion. "Vera," she whispered, barely daring to look up, "why don't you go in first? My sister and I will find somewhere nearby to wait, and we'll go back together after the banquet..."
Upon hearing this, Vera laughed heartily: "What are you thinking? Do you really think I'm some kind of nobleman?"
He glanced around the impressive entrance and said in a relaxed tone, "Since we've all come together, there's no reason to leave you standing outside. If all else fails, we can find an inn to rest for the night, and tomorrow I'll show you around Oath City properly, so it won't be a wasted trip!"
As he spoke, he tried to adjust his position: "Number five, number five? Relax a bit, you're squeezing me so tight I can hardly breathe..."
Number Five, clinging to his back, had its mycelial tentacles tightly wrapped around his waist, and its mushroom cap pressed against the back of his neck.
The unfamiliar place, the unfamiliar people, and the faint magical fluctuations all put it in a state of high tension. Upon hearing this, it only relaxed its grip slightly, but the tentacles still held on tightly.
Just then, a calm yet gentle voice broke the slight awkward silence at the doorway:
"Your Excellency Viscount Vera."
The old butler Eric had arrived at the door at some point. He first bowed slightly to Vera, his posture impeccable: "Please forgive the doorman's caution. Today's guests are all important figures in the kingdom. It is their duty that makes them somewhat rigid."
Vera quickly waved her hand, indicating that she had been presumptuous.
Eric stepped aside and made an elegant "please" gesture, his gaze falling on the two sisters: "Ladies and Lord Number Five of the Mushroom Clan, please do not be shy. This is a banquet for joyful gatherings."
Led by Eric, Vera and her two companions finally stepped through the ornate doors of the banquet hall.
In an instant, it felt as if I had stepped into another world.
Dozens of enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the painted dome, and thousands of perfectly cut crystals refracted the candlelight and the magic crystal lamps embedded in the walls, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime, yet it was also filled with a warm and mellow golden halo like honey.
The air was filled with a complex fragrance that blended expensive spices, flowers, baked goods, fine leather, and a touch of magical incense.
The figures swayed in the halo of light. The men were dressed in well-tailored dark suits, with exquisite medals symbolizing their family and achievements pinned to their chests, and colorful sashes hanging diagonally from their shoulders. Their demeanor was composed and elegant.
The ladies' skirts were wide like blooming flower crowns, their waists were cinched into slender corsets, making them look even more graceful, and the jewelry they wore made them even more captivating.
Fei Ling and Fei Yin stood by the door, almost overwhelmed by the overwhelming splendor and noise, forgetting to breathe.
The dresses they had carefully chosen before setting off looked like faded coarse cloth in comparison.
Without sparkling jewels or elaborate and expensive embroidery, the skirt is not wide enough, and the fabric appears plain and unadorned compared to the finest silks and velvets.
In comparison, I couldn't help but feel a little awkward.
As the two sisters stared in disbelief at the scene before them, Vera, who was chewing on fruit, offered them two grape-sized fruits: "They're delicious! Try some!"
Not far away, the Earl's son, Phineas, glanced at the three people and the mushroom, but did not linger for long.
These bumpkins who started eating as soon as they walked in are clearly not competitors.
The real threat...
He turned his gaze to another corner of the banquet hall.
There, Inanna's former adjutant, Warren, was chatting and laughing with Duke Lorenzo's second son.
Seemingly sensing his gaze, Warren smiled at him from afar.
(End of this chapter)