Chapter 218 Boring Banquet

"Your Excellency, please hand over your magical creations and swords. Don't worry, we will keep them properly. I swear on the honor of the empire and the name of your majesty."

The man at the entrance of the banquet venue said that he was the chief steward of the palace and the emperor's childhood playmate. In most cases, he represented Caesar's will. After all, confiscating weapons was an offense. Placing him here was a trust in his ability to properly handle various breakthrough situations, and also a warning.

Adam had already taken off his equipment. He handed the ceremonial sword in his hand to the man and stepped into the venue.

'Although a fourth-level extraordinary person has passed his prime age and his condition has begun to decline, he should still not be underestimated.'

He made a comment in his mind that 'it's a bit difficult, and I can't kill him instantly', entered the venue, picked up a glass of wine, and hid in a corner.

As a viscount with no noble pedigree and a nouveau riche whose fiefdom was in a remote border area, Adam was totally out of tune with the nobles present.

The nobles in the venue were accompanied by their female companions, holding exquisite wine glasses, and wearing gorgeous costumes. Each of them wore a mask. When talking to people, they silently remembered the other person's identity in their hearts, offered sincere greetings, recounted the glory of the other person's ancestors, and calculated various exchanges of interests.

The complicated etiquette, strict class divisions, the tones of chants, and even the selection of clothing and accessories according to the level of the banquet, except for the lack of reproductive isolation, made them a different species from most people Adam had ever seen.

The nobles decorate themselves with lengthy and complicated rules in order to distinguish themselves from the lower classes, ensuring that when the lower-class common people see them, they will know that this is a high and mighty noble lord, while also screening out the outliers among them.

For example, Adam, who rejected the cumbersome dress offered by Fra and chose a looser outfit.

Looking at the vague gazes passing by, Adam felt good. They were not of the same kind, so there was no need to force himself to fit in.

'If the Hussars were here, how long would it take me to kill them all?'

Adam looked at the nobles with some offense. As authentic old nobles, in addition to their female companions, they were also followed by powerful extraordinary guards. There were not too many of them, but each of them was elite to ensure the safety of their master.

"If we remove the early charge and three stages of acceleration, it will take about fifteen breaths."

Adam thought of this and nodded with satisfaction. After fifteen breaths, there would be no survivors except for a few extraordinary people.

The etiquette officer gently rang the silver bell, and the nobles stopped talking and began to gather slowly in groups of two or three. Adam, who was at the back, could clearly see the leader who was surrounded by the crowd.

The leader of the largest group was a middle-aged man, an aristocratic leader who had reached the pinnacle of power since the establishment of his country, the Lord of the Emerald Territory, the Prime Minister of the Empire, Grand Duke Edmund Lucas.

As an evergreen in the empire, Grand Duke Edmund overwhelmed most of the nobles with his tough political style. He was a man of both ability and skill.

Corresponding to his ability is his notoriety among the people. As a great noble, he introduced many laws to protect the nobility. At the same time, he also implemented many national policies that were beneficial to the empire but exploited the civilians. He was called the "Smiling Hyena of the Emerald Territory."

Moreover, the faction headed by him was against the greatest noble in the empire, His Majesty the Emperor, and there were frictions in their political views and policies. As Caesar grew older, the disputes in the court began to come to the surface, becoming more intense and the means used more cruel, earning him a reputation of "evil face".

But he is not in the first place now. Half a step ahead of him is the second prince of the empire, Ian, who is clearly separated from the aristocratic group headed by the third prince Dewitt on the other side.

The throne, the symbol of the pinnacle, is enough to make people forget their family ties and turn into a power monster, especially when the lion king is old and unable to support the overall situation, a strong lion will challenge him. This banquet has been prepared for a long time, and at the same time, there is a rumor: Caesar decided to announce the next heir at the banquet.

So nobles of all sizes gathered here to witness the arrival of that moment.

Accompanied by the greetings from the crowd, Caesar walked out. He was an old man with blond hair. His hair, which was originally as dazzling as the sun, gradually became dry, and his whole body exuded the aura of aging.

He walked very slowly, but the decayed king did not ask his servants to support him. Instead, he tried to straighten his chest and walked towards his throne. The nobles waited quietly, watching the iron-blooded king sit on the throne, and finally watched him slowly walk to the end of his fate.

"Thank you all for coming."

Caesar said in a low voice. This king who had ruled the empire for hundreds of years decorated his throne with an iron-blooded and ruthless style as well as the wailing of his enemies. He was arbitrary and he ignored the rules, but it was undeniable that he possessed the prestige of a king. Even in his twilight years, until the moment he closed his eyes, no one in this country dared to jump out and defy his will.

He spoke very slowly, without following any etiquette of conversation. He just said whatever came to his mind and began to criticize the two princes. Everyone stood there quietly and listened.

The door suddenly opened and a figure strode in.

"Father, when did you become so nagging!" It was a woman, with a tall figure, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and she was even wearing silver armor, with a light blue cloak with a white fur collar wrapped behind her.

"Irina, the empire's brightest pearl, the inheritor of the golden bloodline, my daughter, you are finally here."

Compared with his disregard and disgust for the two princes, Caesar's attitude towards Irina can be described as doting.

Irina Golden, the eldest princess of the empire, is the only one among the three heirs to the throne who holds military power. She has been guarding the western border with heavy troops for many years. Because of her powerful strength and stunning appearance, she is known as the 'Pearl of the Empire', the 'Golden Princess', and the 'Valkyrie'.

She was gifted since childhood and soon started the profession inherited by Caesar's lineage - the Lionheart Knight. She gradually became a third-level extraordinary and was given the surname Golden. The two princes who did not start a special profession only retained their mother's surname.

"Why did you call me back urgently? There are still a lot of military affairs in the Western Territory that I need to deal with!" Irina complained.

Caesar looked at her lovingly and said, "Your staff will take care of it. As a commander, you must learn to unleash the abilities of your subordinates. Come quickly."

Irina strode forward, stood beside Caesar, and held his hand.

"Father, I heard that there are unusual movements among the demons in the Wall of Sighs?"

As she spoke, she glanced around and noticed Adam, who looked out of place in the corner.

"Yes, yes," Caesar stood up and faced everyone, "After more than a hundred years, we have to face the demon army again. I regret to tell you that the intelligence you have collected is true. The war is about to begin!"

"Now we would like to invite Viscount Adam Sovis to come forward and tell us about the battle far away at the border of the empire!"

(End of this chapter)