Chapter 473 Lost and Carnival

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"Hmm... Excuse me, here is an urgent letter from Houlier City, you'd better read it, Lord Duke."

"ha?"

There was an uproar all around, not everyone can intervene in this situation, whoever spoils Senna's good deeds now, then whoever will bear his anger - but when the nobles saw who was coming, they collectively were stunned …

Because it was Roddy who interrupted Senna.

Sally was not relieved by this kind of rescue. On the contrary, she was extremely worried that Rody jumped out to "attract firepower"—but Rody didn't seem to care about these at all, and he ignored the nobles around him, He went straight to Sally and handed over a piece of parchment: "Knight Titus just brought it over, saying it's an emergency."

In fact, these are a few temporary sentences written by Rody combined with everything Nata reported.

"knew."

Sally glanced down, her brows were slightly frowned, and her expression became a bit serious—and the previous smile had disappeared from the face of Viscount Senna next to him, because he knew that he would obviously not gain anything from this persecution.

"Sorry, I still have some things to attend to."

The reason Sally gave this time prevented Senna from messing around any longer, so he took a step back and said with a smile: "My lord Duke has so many things to deal with every day, and it is rare for him to deal with these things when he is relaxing... He is really a role model for us."

Seeing Senna's posture, the surrounding nobles also understood his intention. Afterwards, no one mentioned the matter of Sally leading the dance, and people naturally began to look for partners and start dancing, and the atmosphere of the banquet gradually calmed down from the solemnity as the dance music sounded.

Sally took the opportunity to take the letter and went to the side to read it, but Rody, who was about to leave, was stopped by Senna without any accident:

"This is Baron Rody, who is well-known in the Karen Kingdom, right? Seeing is worth seeing. I am very interested in your deeds."

Senna stepped up to Roddy. He was slightly taller than Roddy, and when he spoke, his eyes were level, and the focus was not on Roddy at all.

"oh."

Rody nodded, "Viscount Senna is famous, it is an honor to know my name."

"I have always heard that you have a close relationship with Duke Sally, but now it seems that it is not a lie?"

Senna's voice has lost its previous politeness,

At this time, it is more like a questioning.

Rody settled down, and glanced around inadvertently—the vague gazes around him were basically gloating. In their eyes, the unknown Baron himself was probably very different from the famous Senna. Bar…

"I don't know whether the words are false or not. It all depends on Duke Sally's own will."

"Heh... I don't want to admit defeat. Who knows about this matter in the kingdom? Do you really think you are a nobleman by guarding a ruin?"

For Roddy, Cena satirized without any psychological pressure. The other party has no backer, no alliance, and the only thing to worry about is Sally, who is about to fall into a doomed situation. At this time, the other party dares to play tricks on her, it is really a bit reckless.

"The meaning of nobility...does it only depend on the size of the territory under your hands?"

Roddy asked back unhurriedly.

"Heh, I know what you're going to say. You'd better keep the empty words of 'for the people' and 'for the kingdom' to deceive women."

Senna shook his head, and suddenly felt that it was meaningless for him to continue talking like this—after all, people wouldn't think he was awesome after seeing things like stepping on ants, would they?

So he didn't wait for Rody to say anything, chuckled, turned his head and walked away surrounded by a group of people.

Rody, who was directly ignored, curled his lips, as if nothing had happened, and went back to the corner on his own. While others were chatting with each other about dancing, he started to feast on food...

"Hey, Catherine, look at that wood turtle... I guess he hasn't had any good meals in the territory."

"Why? You are so willing to pay attention to him, so you should ask him to dance."

"Come on, I don't want to be laughed at, hehehe—"

The laughing girlfriends went to invite others to dance, and Catherine, who had just finished a dance, was going to take a break. She glanced at the "turtle", feeling contemptuous but at the same time feeling a little funny: How did such a guy who didn't fit in with the aristocratic circle become the baron of the kingdom?

Compared with "hue", he can't compare with those little fresh meat, and he can't even talk about power. I really can't figure it out...

Then she was a little angry again: such a "garbage" that everyone avoids, even despised her just now, it's really hateful!

The banquet proceeded slowly amidst the sound of music. After an hour, the number of people on the dance floor gradually decreased. Not long after, a group of servants slowly pushed over a huge sand table, which was more than six meters long and wide. The appearance of the Kern Mountains was sketched out in proportion on the wooden platform, and there were various signs of nearly twenty mines marked on it, which were displayed in front of everyone under the headlights driven by six magic crystals.

The "Futher Silver Mine Auction" planned by thirteen Efta lords kicked off in such a flamboyant but hasty way.

Baron Panini came forward first, explained the content of this auction to everyone, and then went straight to the theme, showing more than fifty pieces of "rare thorium" to the nobles present-of course, this behavior has more meaning It's about showing off.

Viscount Senna did not participate in the auction. He found an excellent viewing position and sat down, squinting slightly at Sally in the distance, with an unpredictable smile on his lips.

There are always aristocratic girls around to strike up a conversation, and he will have a few polite conversations, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this viscount is obviously more interested in the lord of Efta...

"Why, are you going to look at it like this?"

Rody was lowering his head to taste the caviar, a specialty of the Mel River, when he heard this, he looked up and found that the person who was speaking was actually the enchanting Miss Catherine again.

"I don't need to participate in the auction, of course I can only watch."

He coped with it and continued to eat.

Catherine didn't want to pay attention to Rody at first, but she couldn't hold back when she saw his calm appearance, so she had the urge to say a few words: "Tsk tsk, seeing the princess is in trouble, shouldn't the knight come forward? You are here Is it really good to be a turtle..."

Just as the words were being said, the first round of auctions over there had already begun. Obviously, these united nobles did not intend to give Sally any time to react...

"The first batch of ten silver mines starts at 50,000 gold coins - the price can be offset by land deeds or other items, and the mining time..."

The guy who looked like a housekeeper read out the rules of the auction, and Sally, who was alone among the group of nobles, looked pale and her eyes flickered.

"Sixty-five thousand gold coins!"

"Seventy-two thousand!"

"Baron Dyke has obtained the ownership of the first silver mine, I hope you can dig more wealth here..."

"Second seat..."

Accompanied by the exclamation of the surrounding nobles, the price of the silver mine, which was not considered high, was quickly sold out, and anyone with a little brain knew that this was actually the buyer that had been planned long ago, and the most calculated Duke Sally , was already trembling with anger, his face turned blue and white...

"She's only eighteen years old. These guys are real. What's the point of bullying a little girl?"

Catherine shook the red wine glass lightly, and continued to irritate Roddy with her words—she just wanted to see how this calm-faced guy could hold on.

But to her surprise, Rody didn't respond from the beginning to the end. He put down the caviar, and he began to taste a bottle of freshly opened fruit wine, looking at the auction house with unusually calm eyes.

Even... interesting.

Not far away, Sally failed to bid for the first rich thorium mine because of Viscount Anru's high bid. Everyone wanted to see her humiliated in front of everyone.

"Panini and the others have planned this long ago. No matter how high the quotation is now, they are the ones who will profit in the end. The duke is still too young..."

"As a lord, to be able to come to such a lonely place today is really suicidal."

Up to now, not only Catherine, but also the nobles who were whispering around began to become undisguised, as if the voice was deliberately heard by Roddy - Viscount Senna not far away was very gracious to ask Sally what she needed. She didn't need financial help, but Sally refused with a cold face.

"Tsk tsk, I think if she is wiser, it is not a bad thing to marry Viscount Senna directly. At least the title of the lord can be kept, and the power can be stabilized at the same time..."

Catherine seemed to have a strong relationship with Rody, and asked, shaking her fan, "Do you think she is stupid, throwing so much money, manpower and material resources towards the border every day, why did she do such a thankless thing?"

"Well, you're right in saying that, Miss Catherine."

Rody finally seemed to be interested in talking. He picked up a cherry and stuffed it into his mouth, and said softly: "No one wants to do something that is thankless. But... what if something happens that you can't imagine?"

"Jokes, I'm tired of hearing alarmist things from bards. It's okay to use your arguments to fool those farmers... Hehehe."

Catherine's ridicule was not concealed at all, and her girlfriends who had been quietly paying attention to her side also laughed, but they couldn't stop laughing - because Roddy was still eating cherries, and looked at her. The gaze towards them... obviously has a kind of pity.

"Congratulations to Duke Sally. Although no thorium was found in this silver mine, it still has the highest mining rate among these mines..."

The nobles in the distance applauded sparsely, but in the end, only two of the least outstanding ordinary silver mines were obtained from the twenty or so mines. This kind of harvest can only be regarded as a "disgrace" for a duke.

In other words, the plan of Viscount Anru and others was very successful—the result was even better than they expected in advance.

There was undisguised shame and anger on Sally's face. The gloomy expression that suppressed everything made her look like she was about to explode at any time. After all the mines announced that the auction was over, the Duke got up and left, as if fleeing He left the venue under the mocking eyes of Panini and others.

"Now what else do you have to say?"

Catherine sneered and dropped this sentence, but she didn't expect that Rody just lowered his head and continued to poke a cold steak, and replied softly: "Me? I just want to say... Everyone has to pay for their choices."

He smiled, then got up and left the venue, as if he followed the duke.

"Still pretending at this time, cut!"

Catherine left with her mouth curled up, and returned to the circle of girlfriends as a "winner", continuing to chat about those unnutritious gossip topics...

The nobles in the banquet didn't seem to care about the departure of the supreme lord at all. On the contrary, their carnival had just begun at this moment.

[Thanks for the monthly ticket: An Egret Hengjiang, a solitary solitary under the moon, and my favorite uncle. I remembered that Sword Emperor Ryan Haken also voted for several the day before yesterday, so I quickly added it]

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