Stephanie thinks very highly of Roland, very much.
Originally, she would not even look at such a banquet, but Roland said that he wanted to have a look and sit down, so she brought Roland over without saying anything or asking why.
Even though she knew that such a banquet would involve dark time and would have a certain impact on her innocent reputation, she still did not ask Roland about the reason and purpose.
During the banquet, Stephanie was sitting in the stands on the second floor. She was wearing a low-cut dress. Although her figure was slightly smaller than Andonara's, she was still a rare beauty.
The most important thing is that she has a very noble temperament. Just sitting there, with her pretty white face and white trench, she can attract countless gazes.
She alone outshines all the women in the party.
Whether she is a young girl or a noble lady.
The men looked at her with burning eyes, and the women stared at her with jealous eyes.
Roland sat opposite her, also suffering the jealous gazes of many men.
As for Roland, a few people who have good relations with the Magic Association have heard of him.
She knew that he had a very good relationship with the eldest princess, so when she saw him sitting opposite Stephanie, she knew his name.
Those who didn't know were asking privately who this person was, who had such a good relationship with the eldest princess and the future queen.
Ignoring the prying, curious, and even lustful eyes around her, Stephanie held the wine glass elegantly, with a charming smile on her face, and asked: "Okay, I'm here with you too, can you tell me now? , you want to do something."
"It's not good to say it." Roland smiled.
Stephanie shook the expensive alchemical multicolored glass cup indifferently, red wine swaying in it: "Then I'll just wait and watch the show."
She didn't care who Roland wanted to deal with.
In the entire royal city of France, except for herself and her mother, there was no one she cared about.
Moreover, she was quite curious as to what Roland wanted to do in a place like this.
In fact, Roland didn't know exactly what he wanted to do. He only knew that when the time was right, he had to cooperate with Grantham.
At this time, the host of the banquet and the owner of the manor, Little Martin, appeared.
Said to be little Martin, he is actually a middle-aged man who is nearly forty years old.
Although many people greeted him, he ignored them. Instead, he walked straight to Stephanie and said with a smile: "Dear Princess, it is truly the greatest honor of my life that you come to my banquet."
He bent down politely. Although he was already middle-aged, when he smiled, he had a refined and elegant temperament.
He is obviously a warrior close to legend, but he does not have the rudeness of a warrior. He is a complete nobleman.
Stephanie did not stand up. Whether it was based on her status or the power behind her, she did not need to stand up on this occasion.
Lazily putting down the cup in her hand, Stephanie said calmly: "I'm here to see you today. I heard that the dark time here is very interesting?"
"This is a special activity of this manor." Martin's eyes swept over the important parts of Stephanie's body very quickly, and then he pretended to be very calm and said: "But this activity is not suitable for you, the eldest princess, to participate. "
"I thought you would encourage me to participate." Stephanie looked at the other party with a half-smile.
"I don't dare." Martin shook his head: "I still understand what you can think about and what you can't think about."
Stephanie nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I will leave before dark time. You can go and entertain other guests and ignore me."
"I would like to listen to Her Royal Highness the Princess's instructions, but before leaving..." Martin turned to look at Roland and said with a mocking tone: "But before I leave, there is something I want to report to Her Highness the Princess."
"Is it important?" Stephanie asked. She followed Martin's gaze and looked at Roland opposite her.
"Very important."
Martin bent down again. At this time, many nobles attending the banquet had gathered around.
They all have a keen sense of politics, and their academic ability may not be too high on average, but they are definitely talented in watching dramas.
"Okay, go ahead." Stephanie didn't pay attention to the other party's rudeness.
She could tell that Martin seemed to be targeting Roland, and she also wanted to see how this man targeted Roland.
"I heard that Her Royal Highness the Princess has recently become very close to the magician in front of you." Martin pointed at Roland.
"It's quite close." Sure enough! Stephanie looked at Roland with a half-smile.
Roland blinked, looking a little worried.
Martin saw Roland's expression and showed a proud expression.
"But this man is a devil." Martin pointed at Roland and said confidently.
Wow!
There were noisy whispers from the nobles nearby.
To accuse someone of being a devil is a serious accusation.
This is not only the Royal City of France, but also the Holy Land of Light.
Under normal circumstances, people deemed to be demons would be tied to a cross and burned to death.
Roland wasn't very good at acting. He couldn't pretend to be scared, so he could only frown as much as possible.
But in Martin's eyes, this look was a forced composure, which made him believe in his own judgment even more.
"How can my person be a devil?" Stephanie sneered.
When Roland heard this, he smiled at her.
This was just Roland's normal, even 'business' smile in response to Stephanie's words.
But under special circumstances, in the eyes of special people, it can be interpreted as other meanings.
Martin felt more and more that Roland was afraid.
He waved back and the butler came up, holding a roll of paper.
Martin unfolded the roll of paper, stood it upright, and slowly swayed it from side to side, showing it to everyone.
This is a portrait of a man, who looks 80% similar to Roland.
Since there are not many people in this world who can draw people exactly the same, so based on common sense, the person in this portrait should be Roland.
However, Roland and Stephanie knew that the person in the portrait was not him.
After showing the portrait for nearly a minute, Martin threw the painting towards Roland.
Roland took the hand and looked at it for a while.
picture!
Really like myself.
"So what do you mean by showing me a portrait?" Stephanie asked.
"Your Highness, the man in the portrait is named Rod Joniel. He is a local nobleman in Cold Spring County. He is also a magician."
The nobles around were whispering.
Why does this man named Rod Joniel look so much like the person opposite the princess, Roland
Stephanie was surprised. If she hadn't known that Roland was the Golden Son, she would have really thought that Roland was this Rod Joniel.
"Then what?" Stephanie pretended to be unhappy and said, "Whether his name is Roland or Yoniel, what does it matter? What does it have to do with you?"
"What if this Viscount Yoniel is a murderous demon?"
Everyone looked curiously, and Stephanie covered her mouth and shouted softly: "Really? How could Roland be a murderous demon?"
"It's true." Martin looked at Roland and said angrily: "This man killed his parents, raped the girl he grew up in, and then burned his neighbor's family to death. Disappeared, we didn’t expect that he had actually changed his name and came to the royal city.”
Stephanie happened to pour herself half a glass of wine at this time. She almost spat out the drink after taking a sip. Fortunately, her years of noble and lady etiquette allowed her to swallow the sip of wine.
"Are you so cruel?" the eldest princess asked Roland in surprise.
Roland said oh, he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what expression to make. After all, he was not an actor.
But this look is a sign of guilty conscience in the eyes of many people.
Martin laughed and said: "Your Highness, he is such a cruel devil. He must have some agenda when he is following you. So..."
He turned aside and stood in front of Stephanie: "Princess, please step back. This demon will be dealt with by our Warrior Guild."
Roland didn't even know how to answer.
He now roughly understood Grantham's plan.
In fact, it is very simple, just let Martin make a fool of himself in public, and also leave the city in front of the future queen. This will further reduce Martin's prestige.
No matter how powerful Martin is, the elements of the Warriors Guild will consider ways to remove Martin from power in the future, considering the image of the guild in front of the Queen.
But what Roland was curious about was how Martin, although not very smart, was probably not stupid either, so easily believed such information.
Could it be that the person who gave him the information was someone he trusted
After thinking about it carefully, Roland also felt a little numb.
Grantham said that he had no advantage here, but those who could instigate Martin's cronies to rebel would already have the upper hand.
Now it's just an opportunity to legitimately lower the prestige of Martin's family again.
Even if he didn't have his own help and created a less good opportunity, given Grantham's ability, he would probably be able to overtake Martin very quickly.
He was indeed being used as a gun.
But when he thought about the large amount of meteorite ore that was about to be obtained, Roland felt that there was nothing wrong with being a tool man.
He sighed, stood up, looked at Martin, and said, "You are so smart."
"Of course!" When Martin heard what Roland said, he thought he had admitted it, and his heart suddenly filled with excitement: "Our Warriors Guild has the best intelligence system. We think it will be quite easy to investigate the evil things you have done."
After speaking, he turned to look at Stephanie, his intention to take credit was quite obvious.
Stephanie smiled, like a star appearing for the first time.
Martin was stunned by this smile. After a while, he looked away and shouted to the surroundings: "Guards, come here, help me arrest this man and send him to the Inquisition in the Holy Land of Light. The devil should have light." Purify.”
Roland sighed: "Martin, I have something to ask you. Who gave you the information?"
"Of course it is my most trusted vice president, Grantham. He is a legendary warrior." Martin said quite proudly.
I'm confused!
Roland felt that his evaluation of Grantham's ability was too low.