Chapter 682
With the dull voice of Angert count and the cheers resounding in the hall, the atmosphere of the Midsummer Festival dinner became more and more enthusiastic; the Knights in the hall were finally no longer constrained by etiquette , And the guests outside the hall are already abandon all restraint, laughing and making noise without scruples.
No one would accuse them, even Knight, who was maintaining order, participated in the banquet.
After all, when the sun rises tomorrow, these people will go to the battlefield to fight with the ferocious centaur tribe in the big green sea. No one knows if they can come back alive again.
All the etiquette was put down, and the normally restrainedness was left behind; the drunks in small groups in the hall were stumbling, the knight-errant Knight of the Broken Sword Tower and the noble councillors of the Sky Vault embraced Together, solemnly vowed each other's brothers and sisters.
The counts have also left their seats and participated in the banquet with their friends; the normally gentle and elegant Stormcaster count is now disheveled and hooked up with several other lords. Abandon all restraint laughs;
The two people, Actt Count and the old stubborn Guy Angett, who are the most noisy in the normally, hide under the side pillars and take a pot of wine to drink. It seems to be talking about things when they were young.
On the side of the imperial mission, a serious Grand Duke Yuli Wertz was finally brought down by Lushun with a cup of "sand" from the rock fort, his cheeks flushed and he was drunk and dim. What was arguing with Lucien, he quickly "degenerates" from the Duke of Elman into a fourteen or five-year-old boy.
The same black hair and silver-gray pupils; the same red face and red ears. When they say that they fall down, they are so proud of themselves. When they are rebutted, they try to entangle them and use their fists and teeth to "convince" the other party.
If it wasn't for the two people’s clothes to be different, Loren would have mixed them up a long time ago; but judging by the fact that the two people’s clothes are disordered and they are still trying to bite each other’s clothes, it may not take long. I really can’t tell...
Even Charlotte has already left her seat and is completely gone; the little wizard is very easy to find. Unless there is an experiment, Ayin will always be Those who go to bed early and get up early have already gone to bed two quarters ago.
Looking at the extremely chaotic scene in front of him, the black hair wizard picked up a glass of wine and gently sip, let out a long relaxed breath extremely tired, the hustle and bustle of the ear and the brain anesthetized by alcohol, let He couldn't wait to slam his head directly on the table.
That’s why I hate banquets, especially banquets with so many people...
According to Byrne’s custom, such grand banquets generally last until midnight or even before dawn on 2nd day. As the host of the banquet, he has to drink with all the guests who have not left, filling their stomachs with endless wine, so that they can get the greatest enjoyment.
However, looking at the drunk people in the whole hall who are enjoying themselves, you should be able to get the most enjoyment without your own help...
Silently sighed, extremely exhausted Loren Slowly got up; Lucien and Yuli, who had just been squabbling, were lying on the ground and hugging each other tightly, biting each other's sleeves and collars in their mouths.
Cautiously stepped over the two of them, Loren took off his cloak and left the messy hall and walked towards the deserted corridor.
After dismissing the two drunkies and three drunkies until the pieces, Byrne Knight drew his sword to a duel with him, Loren finally came to the door of his room.
Then, he saw a silhouette of a previously "missing".
Charlotte, wearing a scarlet gold-rimmed dress, was leaning halfway against the wall, her clothes so disheveled that her neck and collarbone white skin were exposed, her cheeks flushed, and her drunken eyes looked at herself dimly.
"Oh, isn't this our new duke, Lord Loren Torino?" The energetic female count tried to open her lethargic eyes, her tone brisk but slow:
" Why are you not in the lobby, why... why did you come here? I'm leaving tomorrow...and, why don't you have a good drink?"
"It's already late." Loren pointed behind her The concierge’s tone was stiff: "This is my room."
"Your room? no no no...No, your room is on the top of the building. Lord Scarlet Blood Castle’s bedroom...that’s me. The original room." Charlotte's flushed face was smiling, and she kept shaking her head:
"That means my original room is now your room... Lord Scarlet Castle’s room. …My room is your current room… Your room is my room… Our room… It’s wrong…"
Charlotte, who was talking to herself, pressed her temples with her hands, thinking desperately This seems to never result in a problem.
Loren frowned: "Are you drunk?"
"Drunk? No...what about a person named Torino...maybe get drunk?!"
Obviously, she was already delirious, Charlotte who heard these words immediately retorted, standing staggered in front of Loren, pointing at Loren's nose with one hand on hips: "You, yes! That's you... Do you dare to underestimate me?!"
"I didn't." Loren twitched the corners of his mouth, slowing down his tone as much as possible against exhaustion: "I mean..."
"Less Nonsense!" The drunk Charlotte waved impatiently, and pointed to the side steps:
"Sit down!"
After hesitating for a second, Loren still sat silently. Beside her.
Charlotte, whose face was flushed, did not know where he took out a bottle of red blood wine, bit off the cork, took a big mouthful, and then corked the bottle into his arms:
"Hah!"
The hot liquor entered his throat. Before Loren spoke, the bottle was "taken" back by Charlotte again, and he fell into a small half bottle with a mouthful of stuffiness.
"Thank you..."
Holding the bottle, Charlotte suddenly spoke: "Loren Torino... When we first met, I actually wanted to kill It’s yours..."
"...Leonardo ·Torino, your grandfather, left when Torino’s family needed help the most...I watched the father who was no one to rely on, and carried Roland on my back. The mess...was getting thinner..."
"So when I saw you, I was thinking...this man, his grandfather abandoned the burden that he was supposed to bear and left everything behind. He doesn’t know anything about Torino’s suffering...why can he, they, enjoy a stolen, carefree life?"
Drunk-eyed Charlotte, with crystals on the eyebrows The color of the water.
"Ain, Lucien, Isaac... When I see you have so many friends, I am really jealous of you; they are your friends, they are friends who will support you no matter what you do , Rather than a vassal who forces you to do your best for a certain look."
"Yeah."
"You know...when you leave, Eckert Uncle, Those counts, they all want me to have a husband as soon as possible... At that moment I suddenly woke up, I will always be just a little girl, a woman in their eyes..."
"Bye Well, the Knights, will never put women in their eyes." Charlotte took another sip.
"Yeah."
"I want to defeat them and prevent them from succeeding. I want to make them dumbfounded and have no ambitions, but I can't do it again. The only thing I can do , The only thing I can do is..." With a deep cry, Charlotte reached out and hugged Loren; the Duke of Byrne was unresponsive, stiff and motionless like a piece of wood. .
He can clearly feel that the incomparable female count beside him is delicate like a dandelion that goes away with the wind, and a little bit of force may hurt her.
Loren didn't dare to move her easily now, so she could only let Charlotte put her arms around her neck and leaned most of her body on her shoulders.
"Hey...Well, how about I send you back to the room?" Loren twitched his throat and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Clang——!"
The cold Hidden Blade was pierced from under Charlotte's right hand, almost against the tip of Loren's nose, just looking at the sword edge in front of you. It made him feel cold.
"I'm not drunk yet, you bastard." Charlotte whispered and drunk, with a little "threatening", the right hand raising the sword flashed in front of Loren's eyes. Flickering:
"It’s just, it’s not so easy, and it’s been done by your bad guy... Hugh, don’t want to take advantage of the danger!"
The body is stiff, Loren Swallowed saliva and said again.
"Don't move, just here, let me lean on for a while..."
She lifts the head, with the corner of her mouth pressed against Loren's ear:
" Just this night...
Others...waiting for your return..."