With the dull thundering voice of Earl Angut and the cheering resounding in the hall, the atmosphere of the midsummer dinner was warmer; the knights in the hall were finally no longer constrained by the etiquette, and the guests outside the hall were already letting go , Laughing with no scruples, noisy.

No one would blame them, even the Red Blood Castle knights who maintained order participated in the feast.

After all, when the sun rises tomorrow, these people will go to the battlefield to the Great Green Sea and the murderous Centaur tribe. No one knows whether they can come back alive.

All the ceremonies were put down, and the usual restraints were left behind; the drunks in twos and threes in the hall turned upside down, the ranger knights of the broken sword tower and the noble members of the heavenly palace embraced each other, and vowed to call each other brothers and brothers.

The counts have already left their seats and participated in the banquet with their respective friends; on the weekdays, the gentle and gentle Earl of Stormburgh is not well-dressed and hooked up with several other lords, laughing out of shape;

Count Eckert, the oldest stubborn quarrel, and old stubborn Guy Anglet hid under the side of the colonnade, and took a jug of wine to ponder, as if talking about their youth.

On the other side of the Imperial Mission, a serious Grand Duke Julie Wurz was finally put down by Lucien with a cup of "sharp sand" from a rock fort. With his cheeks flushed, he was drunk and quarreling with Lucien. , From the Duke of Elleman quickly "degenerate" into a 14-year-old boy.

The same dark blue hair and silver-gray pupils; the same red face and red ears, as soon as he talked down the other side, he was proud of the sky, and when he was refuted, he tried to confuse the other with his fists and teeth.

If it is not that the two have different costumes, Loren has long confused the two of them; but according to the situation that the two of them are not in their clothes and they are still trying to bite the other ’s clothes, it may not be clear for a long time. Now ...

Even Charlotte had already left the seat and disappeared completely; the little wizard was very easy to find. Unless there was an experiment, Ain would always go to bed early and get up early, and went back to bed two quarters ago. .

Looking at the scene of chaos in front of him, the dark-haired wizard took a glass of wine and gently sipped it. The exhausted, long sigh of relief. The hustle and bustle of ears and the brain anesthetized by alcohol made him wish to hit his head directly on the table. on.

That ’s why I hate parties, especially those with so many people ...

According to the customs of Byrne, such a grand banquet usually lasts until midnight and even before dawn, as the host of the banquet is to drink with all the guests who have not left all night, and fill their stomachs with endless wine So that they can get the most enjoyment.

But seeing the crowd of drunks enjoying themselves in the hall, you should get the most enjoyment without your own help ...

Silently sighed, the extremely tired Loren slowly stood up; Lusien and Yuli, who had just wrestled together, were lying on the ground and hugged tightly together, their mouths biting each other's sleeves and clothes. collar.

Carefully striding over the two of them, Loren, who had taken off his cloak, left the chaotic hall and walked towards the deserted promenade.

After dismissing two dials of drunkards and three dials to drink fragments, and the Bayern knight who drew his sword to fight with himself, Loren finally came to the door of his room.

Then he saw a figure that was "missing" before.

Charlotte, with a blood-red rimmed flower skirt, was leaning against the wall halfway. His clothes were so uneven that his neck and clavicle skin were exposed, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked at him dizzyingly and dimly.

"Yo, isn't this our new Duke, Lord Loren Turin?" The interested countess tried to open her sleepy eyes with a light but dull tone:

"Why aren't you in the lobby ... how did you come here? You're leaving tomorrow ... well, don't you have a good drink?"

"It's very late." Loren pointed to the porter behind her, with a hard tone: "This is my room."

"Your room? No, no, no ... No, your room is on the roof, Lord Red Blood Castle's bedroom ... that's my original room." Charlotte shook her head with a smile on her flushed face. :

"That is to say, my original room is now your room ... Lord Lord's Room ... My room is your current room ... Your room is my room ... Our two rooms ... Not right ..."

The self-talking Charlotte pressed his temples with his hands, thinking desperately of this question as if there would never be a result.

Loren frowned: "Are you drunk?"

"Drunk? Not at all ... why is the person with the surname Turin ... would it be possible to get drunk ?!"

It was clearly unconscious, and Charlotte heard this sentence immediately refuted, standing in front of Loren with a sway, pointing at Loren's nose with his hands on his hips: "You, yes! It's you ... you Dare to look down upon me ?! "

"I didn't." Loren twitched his lips, slowing his tone as tiredly as possible: "I mean ..."

"Less nonsense!" The drunk Charlotte waved impatiently and pointed to the side steps:

"sit down!"

After hesitating for a second, Loren sat silently beside her.

Charlotte, flushed, didn't know where to find a bottle of red blood wine, directly bite off the stopper, took a big gulp, and then put the wine bottle into his arms:

"drink!"

The hot wine syrup entered the throat, and before Loren had opened his mouth, the bottle was once again snatched back by Charlotte, and a small half of the bottle was stuffy.

"thank you……"

Grabbing the bottle, Charlotte suddenly said: "Loren Turin ... When we first met, I actually wanted to kill you ..."

"... Leonardo Turin, your grandfather, left when the Torino family needed the most help ... I watched the helpless father, carrying the mess left by Roland ... increasingly thin ..."

"So when I saw you, I was thinking ... this man, his grandfather abandoned the burden that should have been borne and left everything behind, he knew nothing about the suffering of Turin ... he, they, by Why enjoy a stolen, carefree life? "

Charlotte, drunk and dizzy, had crystal clear water on her eyebrows.

"Ain, Lucien, Isaac ... when I see you have so many friends, I really feel jealous of you; they are your friends, they are friends who will support you no matter what you do, not persecution You are trying your best to be a vassal for a certain look. "

"Ok."

"You know ... when you leave, Uncle Eckert, the counts, they all want me to have a husband as soon as possible ... At that moment I suddenly wake up, and I will always be a little girl in their eyes, A woman ... "

"Bane's knights, never take women into their eyes." Charlotte took another sip.

"Ok."

"I want to defeat them and not let them succeed. I want to make them stunned and ambitious, but I can't do it. The only thing I can do, the only thing I can do is ..."

With a deep cry, Charlotte reached out and hugged Loren; Duke Byrne, unresponsive, stiff and motionless like a piece of wood.

He could clearly feel that the Countess, who was indestructible in the daytime, was delicately like a dandelion that died with the wind, and a little hard work might hurt her.

Loren didn't dare to move her easily now, and could only let Charlotte hug his neck and lean most of his body against his shoulder.

"Now ... that, how about I take you back to the room?" Loren twitched his throat ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ tentatively asked, "It's cold outside, or would you go back to bed ..."

"clang--!"

The cold sleeved sword pierced Charlotte's right wrist, almost against the tip of Loren's nose, and even looking at the blade in front of him could make him feel cold.

"I'm not drunk yet, you big villain." Charlotte whispered, drunk and dizzy, with a little "threat", and the right hand of the sleeved sword flickered before Loren's eyes:

"It's not easy to be so successful, you are succeeded by your bad guy ... Hugh, Hugh wants to take advantage of people's danger!"

A stiff body, Loren swallowed again.

"Don't move, just here, let me lean for a while ..."

She raised her head, her mouth close to Loren's ear:

"On this night ...

Others ... waiting for you to come back ... "