Aristocratic carriages drove into the town of Yard and passed by the doors of every house in the town. Such a grand sight surprised the residents of the town. Since the Ryan family moved here and became their lords, they have never I have never seen so many nobles come to visit.
The carriage stopped in front of Lane Castle.
Fulin's butler stood at the door in person, welcoming all distinguished guests.
Du Dian came early in the afternoon to discuss matters with the old patriarch Fulin. At this moment, the two stood in front of the window on the second floor of the castle, watching the carriages coming in front of the brightly lit manor. These carriages were all driven by their respective families. Every time the old patriarch Fulin saw one of the flags, he would introduce its origin and background to Du Dian, which benefited Du Dian a lot.
"It's almost time for people to arrive. Let's go down to accompany the guests. As the host, we can't be too rude." The old patriarch Fulin said to Du Dian.
Du Dian nodded slightly.
The two of them went downstairs together and entered the decorated hall. In the hall where only four oil lamps were lit at first, now there are more than a dozen oil lamps lit, making it look like daytime. I saw aristocrats with bright clothes and extraordinary temperament leading their wives or children, chatting while eating snacks and fine wine in the hall.
When Du Dian and the old patriarch Fulin went downstairs, these enthusiastic chatting nobles immediately cast their eyes on it, obviously they had been paying attention to this place for a long time.
"Oh, old Flynn, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you still look so energetic!" A middle-aged man dressed as an aristocrat standing next to the stairs saw Flynn coming downstairs, and immediately raised his glass and laughed.
Du Dian glanced at him. He had heard from Flynn earlier that this middle-aged man was from the Nikon family in several neighboring towns, and was also a declining nobleman. From beginning to end, he was a small nobleman, lingering until now.
The old patriarch Fulin smiled lightly and said, "I've won the prize, are you still used to drinking wine?"
"If I knew you had such delicious wine here, I would have come here." The middle-aged man laughed.
Fulin smiled slightly and said, "You are always welcome in the future."
At this time, other nobles also gathered around and greeted Fulin. These nobles came from a total of eight families, and most of them were patriarchs. Only two families had patriarchs who were too old and were of the same generation as Fulin. , So he sent his children to congratulate him instead.
"As the old saying goes, a thin tiger is stronger than a wolf." A graceful lady said with a smile: "The Ryan family must have created a consortium this time to make a big splash, right?"
While she was speaking, everyone else looked at Fulin with a smile.
Fulin smiled lightly and said, "Since we are establishing a consortium, we naturally want to make a lot of money. Don't you think so?"
"Oh?" The former middle-aged Nikon family asked with great interest: "So, old patriarch, what good money do you have?"
Flynn smiled and said, "I'll talk about it later. The party is about to start. Let's listen to the music first. I specially invited the masters from the St. Peter's Conservatory of Music to play and wash everyone's ears."
Seeing that he changed the subject, the others tactfully did not continue to ask questions. They entered the hall together with the old patriarch Fulin, and took their seats in front of the music stage that had already been constructed.
"Who is this?" Another fat middle-aged man looked at Du Dian, who was always inseparable from Fulin, and asked doubtfully.
Flynn smiled and said: "This is the hunter of our consortium, Mr. Du Dian."
"Hunter?" Hearing Fulin's words, the expressions of the nobles sitting next to him changed, and they subconsciously deviated slightly to distance themselves, but soon realized that this was impolite and useless, so they resumed As it is. The fat middle-aged man who asked the question forced a smile on his face, and said: "I didn't expect that your consortium was just established, and you would attract hunters to join so quickly. It really has a fierce momentum, haha..."
Du Dian noticed the fear deep in the eyes of these nobles, and his expression was calm. From Mr. Flynn, he knew that hunters are both extremely favorite and extremely loathsome existences for nobles. It brings wealth to them, but what they hate is that hunters are extremely irritable and dangerous. There have been many times in history that hunters lost control of their rage and killed nobles on the spot.
Although those hunters were all executed by the "Punisher" of the Tribunal afterwards, the dead nobles would not come back to life. Therefore, most nobles were unwilling to get too close to the hunters. Notification, occasionally face-to-face conversation is required, and knight protection will be secretly arranged to beware of such a dangerous product at any time.
Even, in the eyes of most nobles, hunters are not regarded as "similar" at all, but monsters that are the same as the monsters outside the wall.
The others knew Du Dian's identity, and they laughed a little cautiously for a while.
When Du Dian saw their smiles, he suddenly felt a little familiar. When he attended the noble gathering of the Mellon Consortium, when he saw Greyley and senior hunters from another consortium enter the venue, the nobles greeted them "friendlyly". I was too young to notice the hidden fear mixed in that smile, but now I feel it very clearly.
"The concert is about to start." Flynn said with a smile.
Du Dian glanced at him, looked at the smile on his wrinkled face, calmed down in his heart, and quietly looked up to enjoy the music concert on the stage.
This music concert is a professional large-scale team with more than 20 people. Under the signal of the old patriarch Fulin, the conductor of the concert understood and slowly raised the baton in his hand. Surrounding the hall, it was refreshing, and the children of Mr. Fulin sitting in the back and corners of the hall and the children brought by these nobles listened leisurely and intoxicated.
Suddenly, the door of the hall was pushed open with a creak, and a group of figures entered the hall. One of them said with a clear male voice with a sneer, "Old Patriarch Fulin is so impatient. Did the banquet begin before everyone arrived?"
The flowing music stopped abruptly.
The seemingly peaceful atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.
Everyone looked back, and suddenly their faces changed slightly. The fat middle-aged man sitting next to Du Dian exclaimed in a low voice: "The Mel family? The Milan family? Why did they come?"
When Du Dian turned his head, he also recognized the identity of the person who came. The leader was a slender and elegant girl with extremely beautiful cheeks, like a dream, and the exquisitely tailored clothing lined up the noble temperament. She was standing slightly behind her. The one with the soles of his feet is a young man, dressed in gorgeous platinum clothes, with a straight posture, like a knight, with a noble fencing sword on his waist, looking imposing.
Behind the two, five or six knights surrounded them, as well as two attendants.
The other nobles noticed the names symbolized by the family crests on the shoulders of these knights, and their faces changed. In fact, even if they didn't see the family crests, they could recognize the origins of the young men and women at the head.