d.d's low-pitched complaints immediately disappeared from Thales' ears.

The banquet hall slowly turned from noisy to quiet.

The owner and prime minister of the East China Sea Territory, Duke Cullen, stood up from the table with a smile. He first stretched out his hand to stop the music, and then saluted the king. His huge belly almost pushed back the heavy long table several inches.

"Your Majesty, Yongxing City hasn't had such a big royal banquet for a long time. This is a grand event for the country..."

But Kessel V just waved his hand gently and put the Prime Minister's words in his mouth without caring.

"I know why you came."

"You also know why I am here."

The king's cold voice echoed in the hall, just like his countless royal meetings, lowering the temperature in a daze:

"There's no need to waste time."

Prime Minister Cullen, who had obviously prepared a lot of opening remarks, choked up.

King Kessel leaned back on his chair and said calmly:

"Let's eat."

In the hall, all the guests who came to attend the rare royal banquet and were looking forward to the celebration and enthusiasm were all stunned!

ah?

At that moment, whether it was the calm and decent lords, the ladies in costumes, the performers who worked hard to make a name for themselves here, the guards and servants who worked hard to maintain order...

Everyone felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on them.

There was silence in the hall, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Princess Elise next to her sighed, while Gilbert next door frowned.

After a few seconds of silence, endless whispers began to sound in the hall, and the guests whispered to each other, almost like a buzzing buzz.

Duke Cullen was stunned on the spot, somewhat at a loss.

Feeling the atmosphere around him, Thales couldn't help but roll his eyes and lowered his head subconsciously.

Damn it.

Father Kessel.

I underestimated you.

You are the strongest atmosphere killer in the kingdom!

However, speaking of atmosphere killer...

It would be great if Duke Falkenhaus were here. As boring as he is, he must know how to answer a conversation.

Amidst the noisy buzz, the guests had different opinions.

"You know, Kessel wasn't like this before..." Aunt Elise leaned close to his ear and explained awkwardly in a low voice:

"Maybe it's because the royal family hasn't held a banquet for a long time..."

At the table of the Seven Shining Star Attendants, the old Viscount Patterson ignored the horrified looks in the eyes of his two nephews and hummed in a low voice with disdain and disrespect:

"No matter how many years pass... even if he wears a crown, that kid's speech is still terrible."

"I guess this is what he said when he wanted to have sex with a woman: Let's fuck her."

This statement made the guests at the same table feel a little embarrassed and laughed without saying a word.

Until Viscount Adrian responded appropriately:

“Simple, efficient and straightforward.”

"His Majesty is truly a role model for us."

Viscount Patterson snorted softly, strangely and vaguely:

"us?"

On the other side, Baron Stowe turned back and nodded expressionlessly:

"us."

At the table of foreign guests further away, Jorge, an official from Elk City in the Northland, was impressed.

"This king has some talent..."

The bearded man smiled, ignoring the looks of the people around him:

"Damn, I'm starting to like him."

The scene lasted for several seconds, until Duke Cullen sighed and coughed hard several times, suppressed the rising discussion, and started talking earnestly again:

"Your Majesty, as usual, you need to give a toast and make an opening speech at the beginning of the banquet..."

King Kessel slowly raised his head, as if he had just woken up from his deep thoughts:

"Really? I almost forgot about it."

Duke Cullen nodded and said with a smile:

"Yes, think about the banquets you attended when you were young, right? Many of them were held here..."

The king narrowed his eyes and his voice was as thick as before, making people look serious:

"But it won't be my turn to give a speech then, right?"

The Duke of Donghai immediately trembled.

"Your Majesty, this..."

His face was pale, his lips were opening and closing, but he still couldn't answer the words.

Thales couldn't help but sympathize with Duke Cullen when he saw the embarrassment of being choked with nothing to say as he had to pay attention to both public influence and the king's face.

When I think that this poor fat grandfather is actually the Prime Minister, he probably has to be embarrassed by King Kessel in the Royal Council every day...

"All right."

King Kessel snorted softly. He let the poor Prime Minister go and looked at the seat one level below:

"Child, come here."

Thales met the king's eyes and subconsciously followed the instinct of etiquette training and nodded in response to His Majesty the King.

Perfect manners and a decent smile.

To show loyalty.

but……

ah?

A few tenths of a second later, the young Duke of Xinghu came back to his senses and his smile faltered.

wait.

what did he say?

Come, what come?

The next moment, everyone in the hall looked at him!

Like countless swords shining with cold light, they covered Thales' whole body.

Duke Cullen breathed out a breath and sat down tremblingly.

The king lowered his head again and played with the glass in his hand, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.

Thales realized the current situation.

He turned back numbly and saw Queen Keya's expectant eyes, Jinni's surprised and worried eyes, Gilbert's anxious expression, Marius' thoughtful expression, and countless...

"Tiles."

The smile on Princess Elise's face did not diminish, and she remained as calm as before, but she pushed his arm under the table, and spoke a few syllables as weak as mosquitoes without moving her mouth:

"Quick, don't hesitate, give your speech."

"whatever."

After several months of training, Prince Thales stood up instinctively without the need for anyone to remind him.

Thanks to Ji Ni's etiquette lessons, he has an elegant posture and a calm expression.

Only Thales himself knows that it is all false.

At this moment, the Sin of Hell River is desperately trying to help him stabilize his body's reactions, from joints and muscles to blood vessels and heartbeat...

It's like the poor painter running back and forth out of breath, demolishing the east wall to repair the west wall, but still can't stop the leakage of the house.

Thales took a deep breath, and while maintaining a calm smile, he started thinking crazily.

No, speech, what speech?

Festival, is this item included in the program list?
To be continued...