"I miss Demi for the first...so many days anyway."

Igna pinched his paws and muttered, but as he did not pay attention to the external environment, he naturally ignored the concept of time.

"What do you want to do?" Joel replied coldly.

"Don't you think it's boring to stay in the house all the time?" Igna raised three fingers, "The romance of male dragons has three points: fighting, female dragons, and food."

"You want to go out to look for food?" Joel took out another gem and said without paying much attention.

"...Didn't you say we were going to hold a banquet? Human banquets have a lot of delicious food." Igna muttered.

"No...I still have to polish my gems." Joel refused without hesitation and said firmly: "I am not interested in the romance of male dragons. My romance is only a little bit, gold coins! And compared to food, yours

Isn't sleep more important, judging from your performance."

Although diet is an important thing, when faced with the issue of wealth, it is not something that requires hesitation.

"It seems like this... The romance of the male dragon is four points." Igna changed his words, then paused, "I remember the goblin elder Didierilla said... The palaces of human nobles are places where they show off their wealth."

"Showing wealth...?" Joel's dragon eyes showed the color of gold coins, "I think... it would be good to change the taste..."

The birthday banquet of Archduke Tobias was held at Caldera Palace. The spacious outer hall, which was large enough to accommodate a thousand people for a banquet, was covered with a festive red carpet.

As the owner of Duke Tobias Ridge, Tyler Tobias’s birthday party naturally attracted the attention of the nobles in the territory. Even nobles outside Duke Tobias Ridge sent envoys to congratulate him.

Birthday.

For no other reason than Tyler Tobias is not a wasteful person.

But this time, he held an unprecedented and extravagant banquet.

What is the reason for this bizarre behavior?

Except for the nobles in Duke Tobias' Ridge, the reason why other nobles sent envoys was largely because of this question.

As the fiscal officer and second-in-command of the territory, Feldra naturally had to attend this banquet, but his spirit did not look very good. He who paid attention to appearance had dark circles under his eyes at this moment. He regretted that at that time

He agreed to the matter of Ermelo, Grand Duchess Tobias. On the one hand, it was because he wanted to show how much he valued Ermelo, and on the other hand, it was the vowel that Ermelo temporarily lived in his family.

Feldera generously promised Cornier, "You can come to me if you encounter any problems," but in the end he got himself into a trap.

After that, Feldera almost recalled the sentence in his ears, "Marquis Feldera, the shadow is coming!"

"If this continues, I will probably die young." Feldra sighed.

"Marquis of Feldera... you don't seem to be in good spirits."

A middle-aged man with green hair and blue eyes walked over, holding a badge that resembled a "tree stump" on his chest.

Feldra knew the man in front of him, Count Grasu.

After the death of Earl Nag of the slave house, Count Grasu naturally became the next nobleman in charge of the slave house. Even though the matter of the slave house has not been resolved yet,... taking a long-term view, it has always been a qualified nobleman.

For what he did, Grasu instantly became the favorite of Duke Tobias Ridge, and most nobles were willing to maintain a good relationship with him.

There are great interests here, and the Lemu family naturally did not let go of the information about him.

"Count Grasu." Feldera greeted him naturally, and then sighed: "I can't help it... As a financial officer, I have too many things to worry about."

"As you hold an important position, you naturally have to take on more responsibilities, but there is no need to be too tired... I recently received a batch of good goods, Marquis Feldera, so I can take this opportunity to rest."

Feldra smiled, but shook his head, "My wife has a bad temper. I prefer the transaction process to giving away gifts. After the banquet, welcome to the Lemu family for discussion."

"Of course, cooperation is a win-win situation for both parties..." Grasu said, "Well...? That's Master Fuztel, and the person next to him is...?"

Following Grasu's voice, Feldra looked back.

In addition to Fuztel, there was another voice that appeared.

"Master Foztel, and...Mr. Abt Ted..."

This was not an unexpected situation. The moment he saw the person, Feldra showed a look of surprise. When the people sent to monitor Master Fuztel disappeared last night, he had such a guess. If

A bolder guess could even be that Antoine's disappearance may be related to Master Fuztel.

But when the imagination becomes reality, there is still a feeling of trouble.

Fuzdiel's arrival created a more lively atmosphere than Felder's presence. After all, he is the heir to the Duke's Ridge. Unless he commits an act that endangers the Duke's Ridge or is deposed by the Grand Duke, he is the heir.

The most powerful person. In this place, no noble would have trouble with the future owner of the territory, or even want to please him, especially if the balance is tilted.

Fuztel, who was originally the most powerful competitor, also brought Abut Ted, known as the Lion among the Allied Powers. A banquet of a political nature was not just as simple as it seemed on the outside.

It is impossible for But Ted to not understand this truth. He showed up with Fuztel at the scene and showed that he would strongly support Fuztel.

In the eyes of these nobles, the scale was already tilted. They came over to please Fuzdiel with all kinds of words.

"Master Foztel, young and handsome is the word used to describe you."

"The wine tonight tastes good. Cheers to the Grand Duke's birthday..."

Fuzdiel made a respectful aristocratic salute, showing an elegant aristocratic posture. Coupled with his handsome appearance, there were many... noble ladies secretly falling in love with him.

"Thank you for coming to Caldera Palace and attending my father's birthday banquet. Please enjoy this banquet. If there is anything missing, please feel free to mention it."

Like a master's attitude...

He performed better than he imagined.

Feldra looked at him quietly, and then thought.

But there was no hesitation or panic on his face because of the tilt of the scale.

Noticing Feldra's eyes, Foztel said to the nobles gathered around him: "I have something to discuss with my mentor, is that okay?"

Upon hearing the voice, the nobles all showed expressions of understanding.

They retreated quietly.

Foztel came over and stopped in front of Feldra.

"Can you... also leave for a while?"

Count Grasu nodded, bowed and left.

The nobles who were originally surrounding Feidla also left one after another after hearing the sound.

"How about this feeling of losing power?" Fuztel said with a smile.

"You have grown up." Feldra said in agreement, but shook his head, "But you are not ruthless enough. If I were you, I would let Abt Ted assassinate me. Since you already know about my betrayal
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