Demon Royal Family

The dinner was held in the main hall of the New Palace. Carriages filled the streets outside the palace. Whether they were the new nobles who had just received the title today or the old nobles in the past, they were all dressed in exquisite aristocratic costumes and holding the hands of their female companions/male companions. , walked into the new palace.

The main hall is magnificently decorated, with tables covered with white tablecloths neatly placed. On the tables are colorful delicacies of all kinds. Bottles of Sibal wine and golden ale are soaked in ice buckets. There are also tables on the side of the main hall. A symphony band was playing melodious music, and the atmosphere was relaxed and casual. Thousands of nobles chatted with each other and laughed from time to time. Waiters were constantly flowing to serve the nobles.

Ivo walked into the venue with Nafei on his arm, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. As the new Duke, Ivo was an important role in the banquet. The male nobles reluctantly turned their eyes to the calm and radiant Nafei. Just to leave a good impression on the future most powerful noble in the Kingdom of Lasces, the nobles stepped forward to greet Ivo one after another.

The newly promoted Duke, the Lord of the Royal City, the Commander of the Fifth Legion, the owner of the Golden Cross, a series of crazy names made Ivo a favorite, and one noble after another came forward to talk.

Ivo is the biggest upstart in the kingdom, and his various connections and interest chains have not yet been consolidated. For other minor nobles, the benefits that Ivo casually throws out can satisfy their needs. It is too rich.

Ivo said a few perfunctory words, and when he saw Severn III talking to Donald, his heart moved slightly, and he pulled Nafi over.

Seeing Ivo approaching, Donald joked: "I will call you Duke from now on."

Ivo waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "I dare not let Mr. Donald, the first knight of the kingdom, call him that."

Donald smiled and left wisely.

Severn III clinked glasses with Ivo, looked at Nafi, and said with a smile: "The girl from the Linches family is already so beautiful."

Nafei covered her mouth and chuckled, then bowed politely.

Ivo and Severn III were not so particular. They took the king aside and asked, "You haven't given me my badge yet. What are you thinking about?"

Severn III stroked his beard and said: "I am going to hold your investiture ceremony alone tomorrow..."

The king wanted to use his influence to be promoted from a commoner to a duke. His deeds could inspire the people's enthusiasm to serve the royal family. This also represented the king's attention. Ivo had no objection to this. After figuring out what Severn III thought , then concentrate on enjoying the banquet.

Ivo wandered around the chamber of commerce, chatting with the little nobles who came up to chat from time to time.

McV approached him, and after the two clinked glasses, McV praised: "Your achievements are shocking."

Ivo's identity is a Duke, and his title is higher than that of McV. McV has never met him, so he used honorifics when they met for the first time.

"Hello, Marquis McIver." Ivo nodded.

After the two exchanged words about the weather and food, McIver revealed his intention, "Duke Ivo, I have a request. I hope you can allow my son to work under your command."

"Your son?"

"Leon Seely."

Ivo touched his chin and said cheerfully: "No problem." His status is now different from what it used to be. There is no need to target Leon because of some minor disputes in the past. The two are no longer on the same level. He is willing to sell the Xili family As a favor, Severn III invited him to become the commander of the Fifth Army. He had the highest management authority and could insert people at will.

However, Ivo does not intend to remain the commander of the army. He has made up his mind that after he is qualified for the redemption journey, he will leave Hokuriku and only be the commander of the army.

McIver left satisfied.

Ivo took a sip of wine and suddenly felt eyes on him. He turned around and saw a group of aristocratic ladies in gorgeous dresses gathered together in the corner, staring at him and talking to each other in low voices with blazing eyes.

The seventeen-year-old Duke's attraction to these aristocratic ladies is extremely powerful, just like the attraction to flies... Well, another one, like the attraction of nectar to bees, attracting bees and butterflies, if he can get close to Ivo , maybe she can become a duchess. Even if the possibility is not high, many noble ladies are willing to have a little ambiguity with this young duke.

But they were worried that if they met a master who was hard to talk to and made Ivo unhappy, it would be a loss, so they hesitated to move forward. However, a woman in an evening dress stepped out of the crowd, and her target was Ivo.

Sandrine came to Ivo with a glass of wine, her eyes flickered on Ivo's face, and she said with a smile: "Hello, Your Majesty the Duke."

Ivo took one look at her and recognized that she was the female knight who was being awarded the honor during the day. Others greeted her with smiles, but he couldn't leave without turning his sleeves, so he replied perfunctorily: "Hello, Ms. Sandrine."

Sandrine's eyes lit up and she said softly: "My lord, do you know me?"

"Well, I saw you during the investiture ceremony this morning."

As an officer, Sandrine acted as gentle as water when talking to Ivo, but in fact she had a tough personality. If she were an ordinary noble, she would not take the initiative to talk to her, but Ivo's reputation in the army was unparalleled. She is the idol of all soldiers, and Sandrine is no exception. She can't wait to show the most perfect aspects of herself to Ivo.

Ivo was not interested in her, and talked perfunctorily for a while out of politeness. This made the noble ladies who were watching mistakenly think that he was easy to talk to, and they all wanted to strike up a conversation. They were secretly annoyed that Sandrine was the first to find out. All of them rushed up at once, introducing themselves in a flurry of words.

"Your Majesty, I am Pilates from the McCoy family."

"I'm from the Sephine family..."

"I am……"

When Sandrine saw seventeen or eight noble ladies surrounding Ivo, a look of anger flashed across her face, fearing that these noble ladies would dilute the impression that she had finally left Ivo.

Ivo was surrounded by warblers and swallows, and the smells of various perfumes were mixed together. His sensitive sense of smell became a burden. His nose itched, and he felt the warm fragrance of nephrite on his front, back, and left, and the soft touch rubbed on his arms and back. I couldn't tell which part it was, but these aristocratic ladies were talking at the same time, like chirping sparrows. Ivo groaned secretly, feeling that every minute and every second was torture.

With Ivo as the center, the number of noble ladies who came forward to chat up exceeded 70% of the people present. The other male nobles looked enviously at Ivo, who was almost overwhelmed by women, and wished they could change places with him.

Nafei watched this scene with a smile on her face, filled with emotion. Once upon a time, at the first banquet she attended with Ivo, he was just an insignificant young man with no sense of existence, and no one cared about him. And for seven years Now, it has become the radiant centerpiece of the banquet.

Nafei was not jealous at all, but felt a burst of pride and joy in her heart, as if the things she cherished were also valued by others.

Because such an outstanding person is about to become his husband!

At this moment, Ivo's eyes crossed the Yingying Yanyan surrounding him and intertwined with Nafei's eyes.

Extremely gentle.

The next moment, Ivo squeezed away the aristocratic ladies who were slightly stunned and strode towards Nafi.

Nafei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She stood there and watched Ivo approach step by step with a gentle smile, as if she was locked by him and could not retreat.

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