Chapter 236
This is the second time Loren has come to the Silver Hall of the Bellini family.
Loren Torino, who put on a red and black dress, walked leisurely through the narrow and dark corridor behind the waiter, with fully armed guards standing on both sides. At the end of the corridor is a door, whose aura is like an entrance to hell. Once opened, the viscous plasma will gush out, and countless demons descend on the world.
Of course, this is just a black hair wizard's nasty imagination.
The waiter stopped in front of the door, turned and respectfully opened the door for Loren: "Master Alto Bellini has been waiting for you for a long time, His Excellency Ain Rand. The banquet is ready, only You can start as soon as you are seated."
"Really?" Loren chuckled, turning his head slightly, the corner of his eyes swept behind him-the corridor when he came in was completely blocked by the guards .
If you think about being searched when you enter the door, the black hair wizard can't help but smile.
In order to beware of themselves, the Bellini family really tried their best.
Fortunately, before I came here, I gave Peter and the others all his belongings, including "Bright Silver" and "sorcerer"-now it seems that it is completely necessary. I just entered the door and all of my body All the accessories that were not left were taken away.
But this is also expected, isn't it?
Asriel is already "waiting" in the garden outside. Although this guy has always been unwilling to take the initiative to help, he would never stand idly by when it comes to his life safety.
"Excuse me, what are you laughing at?" Although the waiter was humble, he still showed some dissatisfaction.
"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly thought of some...interesting little things I encountered here last time." Loren smiled suicide, fooling him casually, and then walked into the room.
Although it is only a small side hall, it is still incredibly luxurious-Dali stone wall furnace, glass windows, glazed wall tiles, gilded chandeliers... These are not to be mentioned at all.
What can best reflect the "style" of a giant? Is it the most luxurious decoration, the most high-end carriage and the most expensive horse, or the most unimaginable food?
It should be said, but also not.
It is people who can best embody this point-to be more accurate, it should be the number and "quality" of servants.
From the moment he walked in, Loren didn't even move it personally. Two graceful golden haired girls in long skirts supported him, while the waiter who had been waiting at the table opened the chair for him.
After serving him the action of "sit down", the three servants retreated behind him in turn, one of the maids tied him a napkin, and the other two put sterling silver on him in turn There are two plates, three sets of knives and forks and a tall glass.
Immediately after a middle age person dressed as a chef pushed the trolley into the room, six waiters filed in behind him. There were wine bottles in the first tray, and a glass full of wine was poured for Loren.
The second waiter served the pre-dinner, carrots and water spinach from the estate outside Eboden, mixed vegetables with lettuce salad, honey bread and foie gras.
The third waiter presented a bowl of ham and potato puree, and the fourth placed a blue cod on Loren’s plate. Even though it has been cooked and baked, the fresh meat is still full of elasticity. Served with white breadcrumbs sprinkled on the fish and tomato sauce on the edges, it is a classic Eboden delicacy.
Fifth, the waiter brought beef stew in wine, with carefully sifted wheat flour, fresh onion wine, black pepper and sea salt and then stewed in a broth. The cattle from the Eboden countryside The meat is soft but still chewy.
The last waiter put a straw basket in the last corner of the table in front of Loren. It is filled with shortbread cookies, peaches, sweet heart buns, almond flour fruits...large and small at least fifteen kinds of desserts, exquisite shapes like colorful flower baskets.
After the meal was served, six waiters and chefs filed out, leaving only the two maids and one waiter behind Loren, waiting respectfully for orders.
As long as a gesture is lightly coughed, the maid will fill him with wine glasses and wipe the dishes; shrug her shoulders slightly, and her weak and boneless hands will be placed on it and knead gently; and the waiter will always Be prepared for everything. Even if you only have one bite, you will be thrown away without the slightest hesitation.
From beginning to end, all the servants were polite and well-mannered, and the dining room was also clean and "outrageous"—the utensils, tables and chairs, and even the floor, could not find a little bit Place of dust and folds.
It is worthy of being Eboden's number one giant, the famous Bellini.
Just when Loren was feeling emotional, the opposite door was opened. Alto Bellini walked into the room in a golden red dress. Maroon's curly hair was neat and elegant, like a scholar walking out of an oil painting, sitting at the other end of the long table as if he hadn't seen him. Then the chefs, waiters and servants "repeat" meticulously just like they were just now.
"I always feel that if you have not tasted blue whiting in the midsummer season, you are not considered to have lived in Eboden-although I know many fishermen who fish, they have never enjoyed this kind of fish. I personally salvaged the delicious food."
With a humble smile, Aalto, who is sitting right across from Loren, raised his glass: "How do you feel, His Excellency Ain Rand, the Bellini family’s hospitality can return Is it in your mind?"
"Sincerely fearful."
Since the other party is ready to go in circles with himself, Loren is naturally happy to delay time, and chuckles implicitly: "It's far beyond me. Imagine the category."
"For a wizard, this is really the highest level of praise. You really appreciate it." Aalto took a sip of the wine and slowly put down the glass: "All Go on."
There was no answer, and there was almost no sound. The maid and waiter standing behind the two put down their work, bowed and bowed before turning to leave the room. There was not even half a minute before and after, and the whole hall immediately returned to silence.
Feeling the sudden indifference on the opponent, Loren put down his knife and fork calmly, and folded his hands in front of him.
"Isaac Grantham, I know you are the one who took him."
Finally, Aalto, who had torn off his disguise, spoke, without a word of nonsense:
"Hand him over."
For a moment, the black hair wizard suddenly laughed.
"Is there anything ridiculous?"
"If it was before, I should have said this." Loren said, neither humble nor overbearing. The heirs of the Lini family looked at each other: "In that case, is there any possibility that you promise me?"
"I won't make that kind of assumption, and you don't have much money to make conditions right now. "Aalto's eyes passed through the flames in the center of the long table, and the ice cold aura seemed to be able to extinguish the flames: "Since I have invited you to be a guest, I can already prove my sincerity and determination."
"This This is the final warning. Give me Isaac Grantham."
"I'm very sorry, but impossible." The black hair wizard has a confident posture: "I think you should change your request, at least Both of us can accept it."
Loren’s purpose is to hold each other as much as possible. Naturally, he shouldn’t stimulate the Bellini family’s heir too much and let him continue to talk with himself until Peter. Fasha and the others cover Isaac until he leaves.
But he still "overestimated" the opponent's endurance limit, or...underestimated the opponent's ability.
Alto’s scholar-like face suddenly showed a hideous sneer, distorted and weird, and even frightening: "Do you think I don’t know what you are thinking of?"
p>"Sorry, but I simply don't understand what you are saying..."
"You are just a bait sent by the assassins to divert my attention." Alto Loren interrupted with a grim expression: "And Isaac Grantham has left Eboden under your cover, right?"
"..." Loren said nothing while holding the glass.
"Do you know why I guessed it? Because a friend told me that your real name is simply not Ain Rand, but Loren Torino."
Friend? The black hair wizard narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Presumably you would also like to see this friend, it is said that you still know each other." A sneered at the corner of his mouth, Aalto looked at Loren as if threateningly, and looked towards the first part of the hall. Three doors:
"Please invite our most distinguished guest of the Bellini family, the next new bishop of Eboden, the pious Lord Farnesis!"