The luxurious and exquisite carriage slowly entered Harryman Castle and finally stopped in front of a building with brightly lit blue tiles and red eaves. At this time, the crowd was already crowded here, and various luxurious carriages were parked all over the road.

Modrian followed Baron Benny out of the car, turned his head slightly, and looked at the streets and corners of Harryman Castle, and a decent gentleman and nobleman walked slowly with his female companion in his arms, all with the same smile, or talking or whispering to discuss, with a pretentious look a little funny.

"Little guy, you seem to be a little uncomfortable? Are you nervous?" Baron Benny said with a smile. "Just keep smiling, this is just a friendly exchange party between nobles."

"I hate too much etiquette." Modrian said casually, but he still followed Baron Benny's words, straightened his body in a black gentleman's uniform, with an elegant smile on his melancholy face, from awkward to proficient, and gradually followed the movements in his memory.

"Haha, exactly the same as that guy Brooke, he was the same at the beginning." Baron Benny couldn't help laughing after hearing Modrian's complaint. He followed Modrian's gaze and looked at the door of the Western-style main hall. "What, little guy, do you need to find a female companion to accompany you?"

There were dozens of beautiful girls in exposed dresses crowded beside the magnificent main hall. They were releasing their own charm to every guest who could enter the main hall, sometimes smiling and showing exquisite appearances, sometimes bowing to show their sexy figures.

"No, I don't need a female companion. I'm just curious about these people?" Modrian showed a strange look. He had heard a lot of interesting news in his previous life.

"A bunch of poor guys want to enter this noble party and step into the upper class life they dream of." Baron Benny said softly, but the disgust and dislike in his words were undoubtedly revealed.

"Is that so? That's really pitiful." Modrian said slowly with some hesitation. The so-called upper class is really not as beautiful as imagined, and it is far less important than his ordinary life. But everyone has their own different pursuits, and you cannot force others to have the same idea as you.

"Let's go, Dodd and your men will arrange it specifically. Let's go into the main hall first." Baron Benny turned his head and said to Modrian, then he stepped forward and led Modrian over the poor guys and into the magnificent main hall.

"Barne Benny, welcome your arrival!" Next to the transparent glass door, an old butler with white hair was bowing to Baron Benny, his tone was sincerely expressing joy.

Baron Benny nodded and placed his right hand on his chest and smiled, "Button Atley, I didn't expect you to welcome the guests tonight!"

The identity of the old man in front of him forced him to pay attention to it. Atley George, the old housekeeper of Harryman Castle, served the Harryman family for decades, was gentle and extremely good at managing. He was the person that Earl Raphael trusted the most.

"Baron Benny is invited to come in, the banquet is about to begin, and many of your old friends have arrived early." Butler Atley guided Baron Benny to the banquet. As he left, a young butler immediately took over his position and was responsible for the next task of welcoming guests.

The mottled magic lights shine on the main hall of the banquet, and the silver tableware is neatly placed on the dining table. The gorgeous candlesticks burn the swaying candlelight. The warm fireplace dispels the cold of winter. At the same time, the nobles also form small circles with each other, chatting and laughing and dispersing in various parts of the main hall.

Modrian followed Baron Benny with all his eyes and looked at the banquet belonging to the nobles from the corner of his eyes. Compared to outside, there were many nobles here, the smiles on his face were more sincere, and the etiquette posture was more elegant and noble, and it seemed to be harmonious and friendly.

But he still discovered a subtle difference from it. The elegant nobles vaguely divided the main hall of the banquet into three areas. Except for a few people who would occasionally toast with others, most of the nobles were basically in their own circle.

"Little guy, you represent the Perris family now. Pay attention to your words and deeds. You are from a meritorious noble family. Although the Perris family now can also be regarded as a noble of blood." Baron Benny said slowly, with a smile on his face still. His words did not care about Butler Atley in front of him, and there was some meaning of warning Modrian.

"Don't be involved with the palace nobles, oh, by the way, you can't involve the palace nobles in Edalas City. Baron Emosen can be regarded as one of the facades of the palace nobles in Edalas City."

"Uncle Benny, I know the right thing." Modrian knew his situation. The so-called upper-class noble power struggle was not something he could participate in now. He came to the aristocratic party this time just to be curious about the noble life of the Stock Kingdom.

"Well, then you can go around. The banquet will not start for a while. I will go to meet some old friends first!" Baron Benny patted Modrian's back and said, then walked towards several familiar friends not far away, and Butler Atley had left at some point.

Modrian touched his slightly hungry belly, took some food from the long dining table, and left the bright place of magic lights like a little transparent. He would not communicate with the noble masters and ladies who were active in the banquet dance floor. Those were uncertain factors, and it was far less comfortable to hide in the corner of the banquet and taste the food.

"Modrian Peris?"

While he was swallowing the delicate and delicious snacks, a questioning voice came from behind, Modrian slowly turned around and looked at the handsome and handsome brown-haired young man in front of him. "Who are you?"

"Your brother Kadir and I are classmates from the Knights College of the Kings. We have seen you in Perris Castle before. At that time, you were quite introverted and timid and afraid of strangers." The brown-haired young man looked at Modrian with interest. "I didn't expect that when I heard your name again, I would destroy the wolf thief jackdaw."

"However, for the sake of your removal of the cancer for Edalas City, let me tell you the latest news, Baron Emosen has recruited a powerful vassal knight to teach you a profound lesson at the banquet tonight." The brown-haired young man picked up a piece of pink snack from Modrian holding the tableware, chewing it carefully, revealing his enjoyment expression.

"I'm waiting for the wonderful stage play to open the gorgeous curtain. Oh, by the way, remember my name, Lambert Betty Harriman, I hope you will be grateful for my reminder after tonight."

He watched Lambert disappear into the banquet dance floor, and the cold sweat behind Mordrian was wet with the lining. In the extremely strong conversation just now, he had no chance to speak, because the other party was a senior knight, exuding a faint momentum to suppress him, without any resistance.

"Lambert Betty Harriman, I once heard of your name, the genius knight defeated by my brother, and the eldest grandson of Count Raphael. Is it here to 'help' me now?" Modrian licked his dry lips, swallowed the remaining food in his mouth silently, and showed an interesting look in his drooping eyes.
Chapter completed!