Chapter 611, The Shadow Outside the Banquet

January is here, and with it come two pieces of news.

First of all, the Imperial Royal Grand Wizard Tournament is held as scheduled.

Second, Odo, the Supreme Dean of the Academy of Light, withdrew from the list of competing for the Royal Chief Wizard. From this point of view, the next Royal Chief Wizard will only be the Great Alchemist Geert and the Supreme President of the Flame Academy. Elected from among the royal chief wizard Senus Gehrman.

No one knows what happened. Everyone only knows that Gelt led an army back to Brunswick, and Odo seems to have disappeared. Both will be held by Kant alone, and there is no news of the original Guangming Supreme Dean Odo.

The entire imperial court, the Royal Wizarding Academy and the Church of Justice kept secret about Odo's whereabouts. No one knew where Odo was. Highly esteemed, he commended Gelt for delivering yet another great victory for the Empire in such difficult circumstances.

At the same time, the emperor also publicly praised Senus Gehrman's great contribution to the empire's expansion of the territory on Albien Island, saying that the empire needs a model like Gehrman who dares to open up and try.

Emperor Karl Franz's statement made people feel a little confused. Whether it was Geert or Gehrman's supporters, they couldn't figure out who the emperor favored, so they had to go back separately and continue to win over supporters. At the same time look at the situation.

The Royal Chief Wizard's Tournament will be held in a week's time.

For this reason, the emperor held a grand banquet in the imperial palace, and invited the electors of the empire to come to watch the ceremony. Umberto Corleone, Elector of Brescia and Duchess of Nur, Emmanuel of Duchess of Wesson, Elector of Wolfen and Grand Duke of Ostland, Vamer - Von Zhukov and others were invited to attend. At the same time, many great nobles and generals of the empire were present. Everyone entered the palace, and Ryan attended as a special guest and Duke Musillon.

It is worth mentioning that it is rare for Suria to refuse to attend the banquet because she has something to do. This action of the Duchess is considered to be a concession and compromise to Emmanuel, the Imperial Duchess who also gave birth to Ryan. Therefore, Ai Melia was able to proudly hold Lane's arm at the dinner and introduce him as my son's father.

Ryan could clearly feel that when Emilia said that, there were a lot of envious eyes and dissatisfied hums in the whole banquet scene, but no one dared to raise objections.

One thing is that the child's identity has not only been recognized by Ryan, but also by the emperor. More importantly, the goddess of war, Mirmidia, has also blessed him. If he stands up at this time, he will face three A force, including a god who has great influence in the south of the empire and the southern countries, the cunning electors will not do this.

Moreover, Ryan's strength is too strong, and there is no need to prove his strength. The electors will not deliberately target and hostile to Ryan when they are not sure. Under his control, his current status is equal to that of the electors. No one regards Ryan as an outsider anymore, and he has been recognized.

Today's Duchess of the Empire is wearing a high-necked gown-style tunic windbreaker for the Champs afternoon tea, and a wood elf dark black dreamy staggered knee-length skirt. Under the skirt is a pair of flesh-colored ultra-thin unicorn velvet pantyhose The soft, silky, delicate and moving unicorn velvet material tightly wraps Emilia's slender and slender beautiful legs and feet, bringing a delicate and shiny visual effect.

In order to be able to hold Ryan's arm, Emilia also chose a pair of stiletto suede pumps. Ryan knew that his little maid didn't like to wear such high heels because walking was tiring.

And it hurts her feet. She is not as physically fit as Su Liya. She only wears it to show her majesty and status, and she understandably asked her to sit down and rest after turning around a little: "Amy Leah, you rest here first, I'll go talk to Boris."

"Well, don't delay too long." Emilia kissed Ryan on the face and signaled that Ryan could go. She sat in a corner of the banquet hall and slowly tasted it with a glass of wine.

"Hey, Boris, why do you have this Sima face again, Buddha, it's okay to fight with Sima face, the banquet is also Sima face!" Ryan soon chatted with Boris the elector, the white wolf elector Seeing that Ryan also showed a smile: "It's Ryan, how many mixed-blood elf war horses did you bring to the empire this time? I'll take care of it all!"

"Not a single one!" Ryan's facial expression suddenly became stiff.

"Then, have you considered taking you and Mrs. Suria's horse to visit Middenheim? There are many beautiful mares in my stable..." Boris still couldn't forget the half-breed elf war horse.

"I'm thinking about this sentence, as if I've heard it somewhere before." Ryan was full of black lines. Before he could finish, Wamer-von- Zhukov appeared. The somewhat rich-looking elector had three long beards. He held wine in his hand and said with a smile, "I seem to have heard a half-breed elf warhorse? Your Excellency Ryan, you must not forget yours." Old friend Vamir, Boris has this soul, and I want to."

"When did we become old friends? Lord Vamir?" Ryan said with a dark face.

"Oh? Aren't we already old friends?" Elector Vamir was very good at making friends, and he immediately continued, "Don't you remember?"

"Don't remember?" Ryan was still wondering.

"My son, Boris-von-Zhukov!" Elector Vamir patted Ryan's shoulder hard with a "distressed" face, relying on his old age: "You once fought side by side when recovering Musilon Do you dare to say that we are not old friends?"

Now Ryan has nothing to say. In this world, fighting side by side is indeed an important part of a strong friendship. Boris von Zhukov did fight heroically in the recovery of Mousillon. He could only nod: "Well, let We drink to the recovery of Mousillon!"

"Cheers!" Ryan and Elector Boris and Elector Vamir toasted together.

"That's right, Boris is my son, and I'm your father~" Elector Vamir took a sip of his wine: "If you are a son, you should respect your father and climb for him!"

"!!!Vamir, you stupid cow of Oster! If you want to fight, just say so!" Elector Boris immediately became angry, and he roared at Elector Vamir: "With Yuri In the name of Ke, we can have an exciting duel right at the gate of the palace, what do you think of my proposal?"

"I'm too full today and I don't want to fight." Elector Vamir took another sip of his wine: "I'm talking about my son Boris, what does this have to do with you? Or do you want to be my son? My son is not so ugly, he only has one eye left, you should climb aside for me!"

"Bastard!" Elector Boris clenched the Holy Sword of Elector at his waist: "The stinky stone in the cesspit of the stupid and stubborn Oster!"

Seeing that the two electors were about to fight, Ryan hurried out to mediate. He stopped between the two and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, where is Oleg? I didn't see him."

Lane was talking about Oleg von Zhukov, the eldest son of Elector Vamir.

"He followed his mentor to the troll country north of Kislev to accept a ritual called 'Moka Trial'." Wamir was also troubled by this: "I don't know when I can come back , I disagree, but Oleg insists, and his mentor also thinks it is necessary, I can only reserve my opinion."

Moka Trial? Ryan's eyes rolled around, and he raised his glass again: "He will come back successfully. Oleg is a warrior who is one in a million and a strong-willed man. He will not let us down."

"I hope so, cheers!"

"cheers!"

On the other side, the banquet corner.

Emilia's head is full of pearls and emeralds, and she is wearing a full set of enamel jewelry donated by Suria and blessed by the Emperor himself. Sitting on the side of the Imperial Duchess is a beautiful landscape, but unfortunately she is very cold, inaccessible.

But there are still people who go up to strike up a conversation.

"Hello, Your Majesty the Beloved Countess." Ryan's godfather, Ivan the Griffin Duke, appeared. Cloak: "It's a great honor to see you here."

"Perhaps." Emilia sat on a soft sofa chair, without showing any face to the Grand Leader of the Griffon Knights and the Duke of Griffin: "Aren't you staying in your Griffon Cliff and Hammerfell Town? It's not like you."

"Don't have such a bad attitude, my lord, I always thought we were friends." Ivan knew what Emilia was referring to, and he smiled: "Occasionally, I have to participate in some activities, such as banquets or other things. what."

"For Ryan's sake, it's barely." Emilia had no intention of standing up at all. The Queen of the Empire maintained her ladylike sitting posture, with her silky legs raised up under her skirt, and asked calmly and impatiently Said: "What can you do with me?"

"Oh! Emmanuel, are you here, where is Ryan?" The emperor also appeared, and Karl Franz approached from a distance with a drink in his hand: "Why did he abandon you?"

"You don't need to worry about it, Karl, if you have something to say, don't waste time with me." Emilia still squinted, a godfather of Ryan, a godfather of Frederick, Karl Franz wants what?

"I have an idea……"

……… I am the dividing line of wasting time………

Just as the palace banquet was going on, it was located at the other end of the wealthy district of the imperial capital, in a small aristocratic manor with a courtyard.

In the middle of winter in January, there was no snow in the sky for the time being, but the courtyard was still covered by heavy snow. There were hardly any lights in the manor, and it was quiet inside.

And in the basement of the manor, two women were standing in the ice cellar, examining a corpse.

"That's why you called me out? Olika?" Suria was fully armed. The female knight was wearing a full set of finely crafted vibrating plate armor, with the sword of Leonesai hanging on her waist, and the white wolf behind her. God's cloak, wearing a god-given jewelry, at this time Surya is not the graceful noble lady and gentle mother, but has become a heroic female knight.

"This is my discovery, ma'am." The dark elf was wearing a tight leather jacket, a cloak, a hood and a mask. Olika pointed to the corpse in the ice cellar: "He is Brunswick The waiter at the Royal Hotel has been dead for two weeks."

"What did you find? Olika, tell me, tell me everything!" Su Liya's beautiful golden eyebrows were twisted together.

"I found……"