Chapter 682 (1/2)
With count angert's dull voice and cheers ringing through the hall, the atmosphere of the Midsummer Festival dinner became more and more warm; The knights in the hall were finally no longer bound by etiquette, and the guests outside the hall had long been dissolute, laughing and noisy without scruples.
No one would blame them. Even the red blood Castle Knight who maintained order participated in the feast.
After all, when the sun rises tomorrow, these people will go to the battlefield and fight with the ferocious Centaur tribe in the green sea. No one knows whether they can come back alive.
All the etiquette was put down, and the usual formality was left behind; The drunkards in twos and threes in the hall were staggering. The Ranger Knight of the broken sword tower and the noble councillor of the sky palace hugged each other and vowed to call each other brothers.
The Earls had also left their seats and participated in the banquet with their respective friends; On weekdays, the gentle Earl of storm castle was now in disheveled clothes, hooked up with other lords and laughed wildly;
Count Eckert and old stubborn guy angert, who quarreled most fiercely in ordinary days, hid under the porch column and drank a pot of wine, as if they were talking about their youth.
On the other side of the imperial mission, the serious Archduke Yuli vilz was finally brought down by Lucian with a cup of ”fierce sand” from the mountain rock castle. His cheeks were red. He was arguing with Lucian faintly, and he quickly ”degenerated” from the Duke of ellemans to a 14-year-old boy.
It also has dark blue hair and silver gray pupils; He was also flushed. As soon as he said it, the other party was proud to heaven. As soon as he was refuted, he tried to mess around and ”persuade” the other party with his fists and teeth.
If they hadn't had different clothes, Lauren would have confused them; However, according to their untidy clothes and trying to bite each other's clothes, it may not be long before they can really tell
Even Charlotte had already left her seat and disappeared completely; Small wizards are easy to find. Unless there is an experiment, Ayn always goes to bed and gets up early. She went back to bed two quarters of an hour ago.
Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, the black haired wizard took a glass of wine and sipped it gently. He was very tired and breathed a sigh of relief. The noise in his ears and his brain anesthetized by alcohol made him want to hit his head directly on the table.
That's why I hate parties, especially those with so many people
According to Byrne's custom, such a grand banquet usually lasts until midnight and even before dawn the next day. As the host of the banquet, he has to drink with all the guests who haven't left all night, fill their intestines and stomach with endless wine, so that they can enjoy it to the greatest extent.
However, seeing the happy appearance of these drunks in the hall, they should be able to enjoy themselves to the greatest extent without their own help
With a silent sigh, Lauren, who was very tired, got up slowly; Lucian and Julie, who had just wrestled, were lying on the ground and hugging each other tightly, biting each other's sleeves and collars.
He stepped over them carefully, took off his cloak, left the mess hall and walked to the deserted corridor.
After sending off two groups of drunkards and three groups of Byrne knights who drank fragments and drew their swords to duel with themselves, Loren finally came to the door of his room.
Then he saw a figure who had ”disappeared” before.
Charlotte, dressed in a blood red Phnom Penh skirt, was leaning against the wall. Her clothes were so untidy that she exposed the white skin of her neck and clavicle. Her cheeks were red and she looked at herself dimly.
”Oh, isn't this our new Duke, Lord Loren Turin?” the interested Countess tried to open her sleepy eyes, in a light but dull tone:
”Why, why... Why did you come here when you weren't in the hall? You're leaving tomorrow... Don't you have a drink?”
”It's getting late.” Lauren pointed to the concierge behind her and said stiffly, ”this is my room.”
”Your room? No, no, no, no... no, your room is on the roof, the bedroom of the Lord of red blood castle... That is, my original room.” Charlotte's red face smiled and shook her head:
”In other words, my original room is now your room... Lord red blood castle's room... My room is your current room... Your room is my room... Our room... No...”
Talking to herself, Charlotte pressed her hands on her temples and tried to think about the problem that seemed to have no result forever.
Lauren frowned. ”Are you drunk?”
”Drunk? No... how can people surnamed Turin... Be drunk?!”
Obviously, Charlotte was out of her mind. Hearing this, Charlotte immediately retorted, staggered in front of Lauren, with one hand on her hips and one finger at the tip of Lauren's nose: ”you, right! That's you... How dare you underestimate me
”I didn't.” Lauren pulled the corners of his mouth and slowed down his tone as much as possible against fatigue: ”I mean...”
”Less nonsense!” the drunken Charlotte waved impatiently and pointed to the next step: