As he said, Wengerns did not intend to kill here. After all, this is King Tyre's dance hall, and most of the people present were nobles. Although Wengerns did not want to have too many such flies because of his suspicion of his own strength, it did not mean that he would offend him to the end.

If we really turn today's dance into a bloody killing banquet, I'm afraid not only these nobles, but even the king would be very dissatisfied?

Therefore, after Wengerns finished speaking to Sauron, he got up and went straight to his companion, not even looking at Sauron, who was like a betrayal dog.

Seeing Wengerns leaving him, Sauron stood up in panic. At this time, just one minute after Wengerns cast the spell, the disgusting blood bubbles on Sauron's face also disappeared.

Perhaps because he felt that his face was no longer so uncomfortable, Sauron touched his face and found that he had returned to his original state. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, those blood bubbles suddenly appeared on his face!

"What's going on?" Sauron said miserably. With such a look, he would be completely shameless to see people in the future!

The people beside Sauron were hiding and hiding. Some ladies almost vomited, covering their mouths and looked so uncomfortable. The people present couldn't help but shudder, and once again increased the danger level of Wengerns by several levels. This method was so terrible! For the nobles who care about their faces, it would be better to die if they were beaten by this spell!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from Soren. Wengerns, who knew that the spell had no effect, quickly turned around and looked over. He saw a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes and a strong beard angrily pulling Soren to his side, and at the same time, he bent down and bowed respectfully to himself, saying, "Sorren is too rude. As his father, I apologize to you here. I hope you can forgive his naughtiness!"

Before Wengerns could answer, an angry growl came across from the door of the banquet hall: "Finette! I think your son's actions are not just a naughty way, right?"

Looking in the sound, Wengerns saw the angry king coming from there, followed by Princess Jessica and Prince Sisso.

Seeing that it was His Majesty the King, Finet immediately knelt down and saluted to the king halfway. The other nobles also bent down slightly to make respect. However, since it was a banquet, they did not make any mistakes. So they did not have to kneel down here.

Among the group of Wengerns, Frank was the only one who bent down. As for the others, he just nodded. The king didn't care about this. After nodding to Wengerns and returning the greeting, he walked straight to Finet.

However, the nobles next to them noticed this inconspicuous scene. Seeing that Wengerns could actually receive the king's gift, this made them more understand what the concept of honorary congressmen of the Mages Guild was. The eyes that were aimed at Wengerns became more and more different, emitting strange brilliance.

Just as Wengerns looked at Finet on the ground who was constantly begging for mercy to the king, Frank suddenly came over and whispered mysteriously: "Wengerns, do you want to know why Sauron is so extreme?"

As soon as he said this, Wengerns obviously saw that even the three Ainila and the others had their attention diverted, and they were obviously interested in this kind of thing. In this regard, Wengerns shrugged and said, "It's good to talk about it!"

"Hehe! Actually, it's very simple. Remember what I said in that enchantment shop? I said that I only took the orthodox direct line to escape, which made him react so much?" Frank smiled and whispered.

"Isn't he direct? Isn't he right? Didn't he say he was the eldest son of the marquis?" asked Inelala.

"No! He is indeed the eldest son! But the appearance of his eldest son makes the Marquis of Finet so unlucky that he is not very favored, because his affairs make Finet a joke in the aristocratic circle!" Frank said with a smile on his face.

"Tell the point!" Wengerns suddenly spoke, because he could see that if he didn't stop him, Frank would definitely swell everyone's appetite. Unfortunately, Wengerns was not interested in being swelled.

"Okay okay! Really..." Frank muttered a few depressed words before he quickly spoke in Wengerens's murderous gaze: "He is indeed the eldest son, but he was the child he gave birth to an ordinary woman outside when Marquis Finet was young. After Finet became Marquis and married his wife, the woman came over with the child."

"Because things were very big at that time, and people with some status in the city knew about this, he could not tolerate denying it. Therefore, Marquis Finet had to accept the mother and son and admit his eldest son's status. But as expected, Finet would not be much better for Sauron!"

"When my father was a duke, he had a bad relationship with the marquis, so he had a bad relationship with us. This time I met us in the enchantment store, I'm afraid I wanted to win you, Wengerns, because he always wanted to get better treatment and evaluation in front of his father."

"It is precisely because he was not born well, so he has a more sensitive personality. I have a bad relationship with him. This time, it was because you rejected him so directly in front of me that he felt embarrassed, so he went crazy."

"Tsk! It's just an incompetent waste! It's not as good as trying to achieve real achievements in some aspects by demanding the attention of his irresponsible father! It's just a child's idea after all!" Wengerns said disdainfully.

"Hey! Wengerns, you seem to be a little smaller than him, okay?" Frank covered his mouth and giggled.

At this time, His Majesty the King finally disliked Finet's begging for mercy, waved his hand and said, "Take me back with your son! It seems that I was too soft-hearted! If something happened to the Watson family, what's the Finet family want to make me famous?"

When Finet was obviously shocked when he heard the king say this. This kind of thing just happened in the country, and it was obvious that everyone was in danger at this time, for fear that the king would trouble him. Although he didn't know how His Majesty the King would punish him in the future, it was obvious that it would be better not to provoke him now.

Thinking of this, Finet didn't dare to speak any more and pulled his son, who was panicked because of the blood bubbles that kept appearing on his face and then disappeared, leaving the banquet hall.

Seeing that Finet finally left with his son, the king glanced at all the nobles present with majestic eyes. Under the king's gaze, the nobles unconsciously lowered their heads.

"I don't want anything like this to happen again in the future! Our nobles of Tyre actually attacked the distinguished guests! This is to lose face of our entire country! If anyone has such a problem again, then go back to their hometown! Seriously, be careful of your fiefdom!" His Majesty the King suddenly roared in anger, and many nobles lowered their heads.

It felt almost done, His Majesty the King sighed, glanced at the mess on the ground, and said to the waiter on the side: "Clean up here quickly and sort out the original appearance!"

After giving the order, His Majesty the King slowly glanced around everyone again and said seriously: "Take this opportunity, I have something to announce before the dance officially begins."

In this regard, the nobles looked at each other, feeling vaguely in their hearts that this might be the main topic of the dance.

"I believe everyone knows that this time, such a big traitor appeared in Telne. He lost the dignity of humanity and devoted himself to the devil. Fortunately, with the assistance of many heroes, he could defeat the enemy. Especially as the captain, Lord Wengerns, who contributed the most in the entire mission, made the most contributions, so I decided to grant Wengerns the title of the palace mage, and he could do any dispatch to the mages belonging to the palace! At the same time, he was awarded the title of Viscount Cahill!"

Hearing this decision, everyone present was extremely surprised. All the mages under the court were allowed to be mobilized. What a good treatment, as for the title, it was accompanied by them. Moreover, the old nobles among them saw a signal from it: the royal family would join forces with the Magister Guild?!

After hearing the news, Wengerns' first subconscious reaction was to look around. As expected, Kira and Langier in the distance didn't know when they would come, and Langier was standing in the distance and squeezed his eyes at himself.

"And, on the road to heroes in the palace, I will invite the best craftsmen in the kingdom to carve the statue of Wengerens as a commemoration!" When the king said this, he obviously raised his voice. At this time, the nobles in the field could no longer describe their mood at this moment.

Surprise, envy, jealousy, and all kinds of eyes once again gathered on Wengerns. Although all this was beyond Wengerns' expectations, it would not bring too much negative impact to him. On the contrary, judging from the actions of Kira and others, I was probably trying to build momentum for him. If that's the case, why not do it?

"Since all the heroes have consumed a lot in this mission, I have prepared some gifts for you here! Come and give them to them!" The king suddenly smiled and said.

Hearing this, Wengerns seemed to remember something, and smiled and patted Baronde's head and said, "Hehe, what I promised you this time is probably completed!"

"What? What does it mean?" Baronde asked in confusion, obviously not responding.

Wengerns smiled but said nothing about this.

After taking the things handed over by the waiter, Wengerns looked to the side. It was indeed the same, it was packed in a magic bag. After getting the thing, Baronde became the most impatient and pulled it open, but he was stunned at first, sniffing his nose suddenly, and exclaimed: "Bad Fiery?"

"Haha! That's right, it's indeed the craftsman's unique collection of our royal family! I heard from my son that Lord Wengerns had promised you to get this kind of wine. I'll give you these two bottles!" The king said generously, obviously knowing that you can't be too petty when dealing with dwarves.

"Have you promised? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?" Anilla's gaze swam on Wengerns and Barrond with suspicious eyes.

"Haha. Do you remember that I exchanged a promise and an undecided promise for Baronde's skills? That promise was to make him shout the flames of hard work!" Wengerns smiled faintly.

"I'm not a person who likes to break my promises!"
Chapter completed!