Chapter 565 Stranded

Chapter 565 Stranded

The welcome banquet is arranged after dusk.

The eldest son of Dawn Moore warmly received them in the palace hall.

It was the first time for Yorko to be exposed to such a high-standard dinner party—the whole hall was illuminated by candles and oil lamps like daytime, and there were open skylights where the chandeliers were hung on the dome of the hall. There is no feeling of stuffiness.

Various glassware are placed on the long white cloth table in the shape of a ladder. The bright red wine reflects a ruby-like luster under the candlelight, and silver mirrors and gold objects are hung everywhere in the hall, reflecting the The entire hall is magnificent, and its luxury is no less than that of the Royal Palace of Graycastle.

Of course, what attracted Yorko's attention the most were the aristocratic women walking among the men.

Some of them are young and childish, and some are mature and plump. Whether they put their hair up or spread it over their shoulders, they can see a strand of "colored satin" that is different from the original hair color, like an ornament buried in the hair tip. . Reminiscent of Denise's appearance, it seems that this is also the popular style of the nobles of Dawn.

In addition, most of them wear close-fitting satin, which overflows with light when they walk, perfectly setting off the curves of their figures. And different from the popular robes in Graycastle, most of these clothes stopped above the knees, and the shoulders were exposed on the top, as if they were deliberately tempting him.

Yorko cheered inwardly, his choice was indeed right.

If the women in Graycastle still pay attention to some reserved and introverted sentiments, then this place is unabashedly hot.

Of course, most of their enthusiasm was aimed at those handsome young men and knights, rather than nobles like him who were not outstanding in appearance, but this did not bother Yorko, he never relied on his appearance to attract people.

"Welcome to the Kingdom of Dawn," a young man with a slightly pale complexion walked up to him, "I have read Roland Wimbledon's letter of introduction and documents, so he is now Got the entire Graycastle?"

There is no doubt that this person must be the host of the dinner party, His Highness Ampein Moya.

Yorko quickly touched his chest and saluted. Since he represented the royal family of Graycastle, there was no need to kneel on one knee. While bowing his head, he was also secretly surprised. If the welcome banquet was presided over by the eldest son, it could be said that the king was busy with government affairs and couldn't spare time. It would be unreasonable to hand over His Majesty Roland's letters directly to the eldest son for inspection. To put it bluntly, it can even be regarded as a diplomatic faux pas.

He answered the other party's question first, and then asked boldly, "I don't know your father..."

"He's sick, very sick," An Pain sighed, "That's why he can't entertain you in person."

"Very, sorry to hear that."

"It doesn't matter... This is already known to everyone in the City of Glory. One and a half months ago, he suddenly passed out at a banquet, and he has not recovered since then. He can only stay awake for two or three hours a day, and spend the rest of the time lethargy."

One and a half months ago... that was almost exactly the day when he set off from the capital of Graycastle, Yorko comforted him, "Your Majesty, he will gradually recover, please don't worry too much."

"Thank you," the prince forced a smile, "enjoy this banquet, and I will ask the etiquette officer to prepare a place for you to stay."

"Thank you for your attention," just as the other party was about to leave, Yorko suddenly remembered his business, and said hastily, "By the way, Your Highness, I didn't know about the alliance between the Dawn Kingdom and Graycastle—"

"I also know about this matter, but now my father can't handle government affairs for the time being, let's talk about it after he recovers."

After the group left, Yorko breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that I have the talent to be an ambassador. I didn't make any mistakes in the first negotiation with the high-level royal family. It's a pity that I encountered a little accident on the first task. But it doesn't matter, anyway, he will live in the city for a long time, and it is impossible for Moya IV to be ill for several years in a row.

Taking advantage of this time, it is better to pay more attention to the beautiful woman in the hall.

"We meet again, Mr. Ambassador," just as he was thinking, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

Yorko was taken aback, and turned around abruptly, only to find that the person who came was indeed Denise Payton, the businessman who had been happy with him all the way.

"How could you—"

"As I said, we'll see each other soon." She held up a glass of red wine and smiled, "Come—toast our reunion."

Yorko quickly looked around, fearing that a certain nobleman was staring at him.

"Are you looking for my husband?" Denise raised her eyebrows. "Don't worry, he has no right to come here."

"You mean..."

"I am the master of the Peyton family, not him," the other party said bluntly, "the maid at home is enough for him to enjoy himself, if he wants to try something new outside, he can't do it without my approval."

That's how it is... Yorko's suspended heart fell back again. It seems that Denise is the heir of the Peyton family, and the way for women to continue the family is usually to recruit some down-and-out nobles into the mansion as partners. Due to the disparity in status , the one who needs to change his name is naturally the man.

"You should have told me earlier," he pretended to be relieved, "I don't want to ruin a pure love."

"Really?" Denise pouted, "When you reached out to me, you were no longer pure." She paused, "Do you have any other arrangements after the dinner?"

"Well, I don't think there will be any," Yorko hugged her slender waist, "if you invite me."

"Then I know there's a good place."

"I leave everything to you, dear."

After the banquet, Otto pulled the eldest prince aside in puzzlement, "I don't understand, Your Highness, even if His Majesty Moya is ill, you can still accept the covenant first, why put this matter on hold? Alliance with Graycastle It's what your father meant, the church is so aggressive, we shouldn't fight alone."

"I heard that your father asked you to find Timothy Wimbledon instead of Roland Wimbledon?"

"Our alliance partner should be the King of Graycastle. The news brought by the ambassador also proves this. His Majesty Roland is the new king of the neighboring country."

Ampein Moya nodded, "You have worked hard on the secret visit to Graycastle, but I have my own plans for the alliance, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Your Highness!"

"You don't understand," Ampey interrupted, "I'm thinking about the Dawn Kingdom."

"It is for the safety of the kingdom that we need someone to contain the Church's attack!"

"I said, don't worry about this anymore!"

Amber couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Sorry, I was the one to be rude."

Seeing the Eldest Prince like this, he had no choice but to give up. Just as he turned around, His Highness suddenly stopped him, "We are friends, aren't we?"

"..." Otto was silent for a moment, "Yes, Andrea, Belinda, Oro, and I... are all your friends."

"If something really happened to my father," An Pain said slowly, "will you support me to become king?"

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