Chapter 220 Banquet 2

The next day, Paul, Myron, Blaise and Victor went to the Duke Ferdinand's mansion for a banquet.

The Duke's mansion was decorated magnificently at this time. Yesterday's usher was busy at the door, entertaining the guests who gathered here.

In addition to the lords from all over the country who came from afar, there were also many famous people in the city of Sent who came to the banquet, including big businessmen in the business world, heads of various guilds, and even people wearing church clothes.

Paul stopped a man dressed as a priest and asked, "Excuse me, are you a priest in the city?"

The priest knew that Paul was a person who came to the Duke's mansion for a banquet as soon as he saw Paul's dress. He was probably a lord from another place, so he didn't dare to neglect him.

"Yes, I am a priest in the Sent Cathedral."

"Then do you know Dean Leonard... Oh no, do you know Bishop Leonard?" Paul suddenly remembered that there was an old friend in this city. If he remembered correctly, the bishop of the Northwest Bay Diocese should be stationed in Sent City.

"What is the name of this gentleman..." Bryce stepped forward and said, "These two are Count Paul Graman of Alda and Count Myron Garnard of Bayerding!" The priest immediately stood in awe, "So they are two earls. I know Bishop Leonard and listen to his teachings in the church every day." "Is Bishop Leonard here too?" The priest said a little awkwardly, "The bishop can't come. He has been feeling unwell recently... Wait, Alda? Isn't that where the bishop served as the abbot of the monastery before? Are you the lord there?" Paul nodded, "That's right." The priest looked around and whispered to Paul, "Lord Graman, since you and the bishop are from the same hometown, I will tell you the truth." Oh? Paul was very surprised. Is there any hidden secret? The priest whispered, "Bishop Leonard is not very interested in this kind of occasion, so he made an excuse not to come."

"Oh! This is very consistent with his character."

Paul and Bryce nodded together. It was not only uninterested, but the old-fashioned dean was always very disgusted with luxurious occasions. It would be strange if he could come to support the grand celebration of the Duke's Mansion.

"Father, please!"

"Lord, please!"

Paul, Myron and others entered the gate of the Duke's Mansion and walked for a long time in the courtyard that was as big as a square before reaching the main building.

After entering, they walked straight to the main hall along a wide corridor. The etiquette officer at the door took the business card handed by Bryce and called out the name loudly:

"Earl Paul Graman~Here-"

"Earl Myron Garnard~Here-"

The hall was bustling and noisy, and the arrival of the two did not attract much attention.

But the Duke's younger brother, Viscount Henry, who was responsible for hosting the birthday party, was always paying attention to the arrival of every guest.

"Welcome, welcome!"

Viscount Henry walked quickly to the door, opened his arms and hugged the two.

"I visited you last night, but I didn't expect you to be out. It's such a coincidence. Let me entertain you today to make up for last night's regret."

Paul and Mellon hurriedly exchanged a few polite words with him.

Henry led the four of them to the arranged seats, and Paul and Mellon found that several "neighbors" were already sitting here - several lords of their neighboring territories.

That is, the lords who watched him die when the pirates invaded last year.

Earl Price Parker, who was probably in his fifties, with gray hair and kind eyes, said in the letter at the time, "When the rebels were in chaos, it was my duty to defend the land. How dare I leave my fiefdom without permission? I wish I could come to express my condolences in person...", and talked about everything else but didn't mention the rescue.

Count Morley Malcolm, probably in his thirties, was resting with his eyes closed, looking calm and composed. He wrote in a letter that the pirates would leave after they had made enough money from the civilians, and advised Paul to just guard the castle, as the saying goes, "Let him be strong and let him be arrogant."

Count Winifred Heller, probably in his forties, wearing a pair of glasses and dressed like a scholar, wrote in a letter that "tell the pirates 'come with your means of destruction, we will give you half of our people to kill, and we will not yield to the remaining half'", a man with a strange concept of 'non-violent non-cooperation'.

In addition to these three, there were also a group of their vassals sitting nearby, all of whom were lords such as viscounts and barons, and Paul was too lazy to recognize them one by one.

"Nephew Paul! Nephew Myron!"

"Hello, two earls!"

"Long time no see!"

Seeing Paul and Myron coming, they all stood up to greet them. Even if they were not familiar with the Graman family on weekdays, they had to pretend to be there in public, not to mention that Paul had Earl Garnard by his side.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Paul and Myron answered one by one with a little embarrassment. In fact, they both inherited the title because of family changes. Before, it was their fathers who dealt with these people. They didn't communicate much with them and were not very familiar with them.

If it was their sons present, perhaps the scene would be better, but unfortunately the younger generations were in other halls, and the lords and their servants entered the main hall.

"Nephew Paul is really a young hero. He defeated the pirates in one fell swoop, and the entire Northwest Bay was pacified! Nephew Myron was also calm in the face of the vassal rebellion and wiped out the gang of villains in an instant."

Price Parker suddenly praised Paul and Mellon. His territory was also close to the sea, and he benefited a lot after the Alda Navy eliminated the pirates.

Mellon smiled slightly and said shyly: "No, no, it was Paul who helped me to quell the rebellion."

Paul said with a hint of meaning: "Yes, thanks to your encouragement and guidance, I was able to eliminate the pirates!"

Everyone didn't know if they understood it, and they didn't look embarrassed at all.

Molly Melken suddenly smiled and said: "You two have done a lot of business at home recently..."

Hearing Melken say this, the others also pricked up their ears and looked at Paul at the same time.

In the past six months, several new products that have been popular on the market, porcelain, paper, and canned food, are all produced in Alda and Bailding. According to their inquiries, the source is the Graman family.

Based on the idea of ​​not showing off wealth in his previous life, Paul waved his hands quickly: "No, no! It's just a little money."

"A little money? Earl Graman, you can't say that, right? I'm afraid you've been counting money every day until your hands are tired, right?"

Do they know how popular those goods are? Not only in the Northwest Bay, there are caravans passing through their territory and going back and forth between Arda and Bailding every now and then. There were not so many in the first half of last year, but in the second half of the year, the number of caravans gradually increased, even though the tariffs they set were very high.

This shows that even after paying a large amount of tariffs, the profits from selling these goods are still very high.

How can people not be jealous?