"His Highness Bosimund, Prince of Antioch, is here!"

The loud voice of the roll-talker echoed in the castle of Nicea.

Roger followed Boschmond into this spacious hall mixed with Eastern Rome and Turkic decorations.

Roger saw a rectangular table in the center of the hall.

The main seat of the rectangular table is facing the short side of the inside, facing the door, and there are two chairs.

The attendant took Little Bosimund to the first seat on the right hand of the rectangular table, while Roger sat on Little Bosimund's right hand.

Rinaldi and Henk stood behind Boschmond and Roger respectively.

William walked to the first seat on the left hand side of the main seat and sat down.

There were already many nobles and beautiful women sitting at the rectangular table.

Roger didn't know anyone, and he was not interested in knowing each other. He didn't even want to say hello to the person sitting on his right hand.

Others seemed to think so, so Roger was happy to be pure.

As the roll-talk attendants crowed like roosters again and again, the seats on the rectangular table were gradually filled.

When the attendant finally sang: "Dear Duke of Bavaria, the beautiful Lady Aida is here!"

Everyone at the dining table stood up together.

Roger felt a little awkward. He didn't like this style very much. He frowned slightly, and finally stood up with everyone.

He noticed that Boschmond was acting very naturally.

He thought that this should be attributed to the teachings of the French princess mother.

At this time, suddenly a "blade of light" came down from the stairs.

Roger felt dazzling and blinked.

That was a beautiful woman.

She seemed to have attracted all the lights of the torches in the hall.

Her right hand seemed to be holding someone's arm.

But Roger didn't notice the person next to her at all.

All his attention was drawn to the beautiful woman.

The woman had a thin face, deep eye sockets, and a high nose bridge.

Her hair was tied into a bun and emitted a golden light.

Her eyes were crystal clear and emitting a blue light that was clearer than the sea water in the Bosphorus.

She was wearing a purple off-shoulder gown, with a slender waist and a bulging chest.

Her slender neck and weak shoulders were as white as if she had never been sunbathed.

The scapula on both sides of her were deeply sunk, making Roger's eyes sink inside and almost unable to pull them out.

When this beautiful woman with a mature figure looks like a girl and looks like a mature woman, she comes to the left to sit down.

Roger barely broke away from his sight and noticed another man sitting in the main seat.

This is an old man, with more white hair than black, slightly sparse hair, and the same is true for beard. His eyes are loose, and it is obvious that he has excessive wine color.

Roger knew that this was his long-known Duke of Bavaria, Welf.

He curled his lips quietly, thinking that, a very ordinary old man is better than the image and majesty of the bragging king Minxi Howard Johnson's nonsense.

Duke Welf stretched out his right hand and made a pose of invitation.

So everyone sat down.

The servants took light steps and quickly served vegetables and added wine.

Roger noticed that William opposite him was looking at Mrs. Aida almost the whole time.

He saw Mrs. Aida nod at William.

William's face immediately showed a blush, and he instantly raised his chest, and he was full of energy.

Roger felt a little sour in his heart for some reason.

He secretly warned himself that this beautiful woman with an angel face and a devilish figure is actually an old woman in her forties and already holding her grandson.

He thought, isn't it just a frozen age? What's so strange about it? I saw it on TV in my previous life.

He thought, there is nothing good to watch, don't watch it, although you are here to be a gangster, you shouldn't be a slutty hooligan.

But his eyes slipped onto Mrs. Aida involuntarily.

Roger seemed to hear someone talking to him.

He came to his senses and was a servant asking him for red wine or white wine.

Roger replied: "Whatever."

At some point, his sensitive little ears had already slipped to Mrs. Aida.

Roger heard Mrs. Aida say in a slightly magnetic soft and beautiful voice:

“Give me the selection of Riesling Whites from Igon Miller.”

So he said to the servant who was pouring him wine: "Well, I changed my mind and pour me a glass of Egon Miller's selected Riesling white wine."

The servant who poured the wine was stunned and said, "Your Excellency, what you poured you is the Riesling White Wine selected by Igon Miller."

Roger lowered his head and found that in the silver wine glass with gems inlaid, the orange wine was emitting a strong honey, orange smell and floral fragrance.

He picked up the wine glass and tasted it lightly, it was as dense as glue.

After he swallowed the wine, the fragrance in his mouth still surrounds his tongue and refuses to dissipate.

Roger was very satisfied with the wine.

He asked the waiter: "Who is this Igon Miller?"

The waiter respectfully replied: "Retracing the history of the Igon Miller wine garden, it can be said that the Monastery of Santa Maria was built 500 years ago.

“The courtyard is built on a hill called Shaddsburg near the town of Wittingen.

“Igon Miller Wine Garden is arguably the most expensive wine garden.”

Roger asked: "What does Kupu mean?"

The waiter replied: "That is to wait for each grape to be completely withered into raisins before it can be harvested. This wine will take at least 10 years to truly mature, so it is very sticky."

Roger was very satisfied with the waiter's answer. He was now very dissatisfied with his performance.

He thought that now is not the time to enjoy it, and he must concentrate.

But Roger found that it was easy to focus on Mrs. Aida, but it was difficult to get rid of it and focus on other aspects.

So he closed his eyes and silently said: This is an old witch, this is an old witch, this is an old witch.

When Roger opened his eyes again, he finally got rid of the influence of Mrs. Aida on him and could think normally.

At this time, William proposed to toast to Mrs. Aida's beauty.

Everyone here raised their glasses to drink together, and the sound of praise was like a tide.

At this time, the servants served pea soup.

This is exactly what Roger wants, he needs something to divert his attention.

Roger took a few sips and felt that this soup made with peas was refreshing and salty.

He thought it would be even better if it was paired with greasy meat. This soup can neutralize the greasy meat, and the greasy meat can better reflect the fragrance of peas.

It seems that I heard Roger's voice, or that the chef had arranged this way.

The servants then served roasted pig's trotters with cabbage and white sausages placed in a large bowl of boiling water.

The Duke of Bavaria, Welf, hospitably recommended to Little Bosimund on his right:

"Try this sausage, this is a specialty I brought from Bavaria."

Roger also took a bavarian white sausage and ate it.

He thought the taste was good, so he called the waiter to ask, "What is in this sausage?"

The waiter humbly replied: "It's chopped veal and marinated pork, and the seasonings include parsley, lemon, onions and precious spices."

Roger asked again: "Why put it in boiling water?"

The waiter said: "This sausage must be hot and delicious. It has been hot in the boiling water for a while before it is served."

Roger thought this white sausage tasted very good.
Chapter completed!