The pale blue crystal lamp reflects on the polished wall, reflecting the luster and making it a bit dazzling.

The nobles had a look of panic on their faces, and they slowly digested the news brought by Feldra Lemu.

"I will try my best to cooperate with you." Feldra still had a fake smile on his face.

In Furztel's eyes, it was as dazzling as the luster reflected on the wall.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Marquis Feldra Lemu." Fuztel agreed reluctantly.

Feldra turned his head, calmed his breathing, faced the nobles gathered at the banquet, and said slowly: "Now E. Palenque is facing a ordeal. The dirty orcs are already under the city wall, rushing to this banquet.

Nobles, I hope you can help Master Fuztel and protect... your home."

After saying that, Feldra turned to Fuzdiel and said: "I think... they should help you."

Ermelo is not interested in such topics. Whether it is Lanfric's victory or Foztel's victory, it has little impact on her.

Looking at the nobles who had gathered, it actually saved her some effort.

"..My nephew Conil is...in poor condition. Whoever can cure him can win the friendship of the Nagtana family."

Not the Tobias family, but the Nagtana family.

In such a public banquet, no lady of any noble family should go to her mother's house. This is very unethical and violates the rules.

But no one cares about this now. On the one hand, the friendship of the Nagtana family is really irresistible. On the other hand, they want to avoid the sight of Master Fuztel and use such things to escape from the banquet.

Good decision.

"Viscount Conil, I wonder where your poor condition is...?" Count Grasu asked.

"There is... a shadow..." Conil hid behind El-Melo in fear.

shadow?

Following Conil's line of sight, Grasu saw the shadow beneath him.

Isn't this a normal phenomenon? It turns out that the poor state Ermelo mentioned was mental.

This is indeed a disease that is difficult to treat.

"...I think we can talk about this matter some time," Grasu said.

"You can leave now. The Archduke once asked me... When the soldiers report, you can leave on your own," Feldra said.

It turns out that the birthday party was just a pretense to bring the nobles together, and the nobles who were used as tools did not dare to speak out even though they were angry. At Duke Tobias Ridge, Taylor Tobias, who was regarded as a legend,

The effectiveness of his words far exceeds that of the royal family of the Kingdom of Scarlet.

"Then, I'll take my leave first. If you have any questions... come to the Lemu family directly and come to me. I will do my best to assist you." Feldra bowed respectfully and rigorously before leaving.

The lively banquet suddenly became deserted as the nobles left.

Fuztel called the chief attendant and asked all the attendants in charge of the outer hall to leave, and then shouted: "Elena."

After the sound came out, the response was the sound of chewing.

Elena got out from under the tablecloth, chewing food in her mouth. Her face was a little blushing due to her indecent behavior unlike that of a lady.

Before she could explain, Joel stuffed food into her mouth.

Igna suddenly jumped out from under the tablecloth, and jumped onto the table generously and arrogantly. The dragon's head was raised high, his left paw was inserted into his waist, and his right paw grabbed a piece of meat, and red flames spurted out from his breath.

It created a deliberate arrogance, but this arrogance did not last long. A voice came from behind Igna.

"You're blocking the view!"

Immediately, the silver-white dragon's tail reached out to the table and pulled Igna down hard.

"Hey... Yoel, please give me some face... I'm going to show off my majesty in front of humans." Igna complained and stood up.

But he found that Joel had rushed to a bright and huge gem, and carefully clasped it from the edge with his claws.

Elena swallowed the food hastily, patted her breasts a few times and murmured: "This is quite embarrassing."

"It's quite embarrassing." Ignar corrected.

Fuztel looked at Joel blankly.

Even after what happened just now, he still maintained sufficient confidence, and the source of his confidence was Joel.

But now...seeing this scene, people can't help but wonder whether giving Joel gold coins will make him feel betrayed the next moment.

The extent of greed for money cannot be described with excessive words.

"..I want to discuss this with you." Fuzdiel said.

"Well...it's the smell of gold coins!"

Joel couldn't help but snap off the gem, put it into the ring on his chest, and then trotted over.

His bulky body was extremely fast at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, Foztel noticed Joel appearing in front of him.

"..Gold coins?" This was the first thing Joel said.

"You promised to sell one hundred thousand gold coins before," Fuztel mentioned.

"It needs to be a protective move." Joel added a certain qualifier to the move without warning.

As a qualified silver dragon, he smelled the scent of gold coins.

"...The orcs are attacking, right? Let's talk about how to repel the orcs. You should need this service." Yoel said seriously, "I'm not an excessive dragon. How about...you can tell me

How much gold is an orc worth?"

Everyone looked at him in astonishment. When they looked at Joel, he looked more like a profiteer than a dragon.

"...Are all dragons like this?" Abt couldn't help but ask.

"He is special." Elena replied.

During her life, Elena discovered three relatively normal dragons.

There are the extreme dragons headed by Dakob, the arrogant dragons headed by Dominion, and the friendly dragons headed by Demi.

In addition, neither Joel nor Ignatius are normal.

"I think so..." Abbot nodded.

"Follow the rules among humans?" Foztel hesitated and said.

"Well... let's talk about it."

As a rich dragon with assets of more than 400 million gold coins, he must maintain his integrity when faced with this little gold coin.

When thinking this way, Joel looked naturally and took another gem inlaid from near the wall.

"An ordinary orc is worth 10 gold coins, a third-level orc is 50 gold coins, a fourth-level orc is 200 gold coins, a fifth-level orc is 1,000 gold coins, and the orc king responsible for commanding the orc troops is 10,000 gold coins." He said.

The income was so considerable that Joel was dumbfounded.

Weak orcs...can they be so valuable?

"When do we need to take action...?" Joel raised his paw, "Joel Stara Igukuno is on standby at any time!"
Chapter completed!