Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 634 57

Before entering the Crassus mansion, Grauer once imagined the daily life of the Roman nobles in his mind.

In his mind, they must be lying in a warm bed with thirty or fifty fat and thin beauties sleeping beside them, enjoying dramas for a living every day.

However, on the first day he entered Constantinople and attended the first noble banquet, he immediately felt a fatigue originating from the depths of his soul.

The meal lasted from morning to afternoon. When he saw the sky outside the window again, the sun was already setting on the horizon.

Attending a noble banquet is by no means a simple matter of eating and drinking, but rather a rather difficult mental work.

As the dishes are served one by one by the waitresses, they need to praise the host in a rather "high-end" way while putting the food into their mouths.

While carrying out these activities, you should also find ways to communicate with strangers sitting next to you, and try your best to close the distance between yourself and the other person.

How to make strangers get familiar with each other in the shortest possible time and even become friends.

This is a science no less powerful than wielding a sword.

Most Roman banquet halls used a long table that was joined together. The length of the tabletop depended on the number of guests.

The number of nobles and nobles who came to the city in time for the king's birthday was not enough. Naturally, many guests came to the family banquet held by Senator Crassus.

The beautiful woman in palace attire sitting opposite Gulaul may be obsessed with the unique temperament he exudes, and has been trying to have further communication with him. But Gulaoer didn't even dare to raise his head when facing this coolly dressed beauty, for fear of causing even greater embarrassment if someone reacted.

Sitting on the other side of him was a shipping businessman wrapped in a dark blue robe.

Being able to attend the family dinner of Senator Crassus, no one present was mediocre. This Roman merchant had traveled far and wide for many years and was able to speak a few words in Norse, which was often spoken by the Vikings. Throughout the second half of the banquet, he began to chatter with Gulaul in broken Norse.

Every cell in Gulaul told him, "I'm here for a vacation" and "I should leave here right away." But looking at Prince Phoenix not far ahead who was having trouble with both sides, he had to sit back again.

Frankly speaking, this free dinner did not make them hungry.

From the beginning to the end, the chef in Senator Crassus's house served them more than 20 exquisite dishes with different tastes.

Styles range from seafood in the deep sea to birds in the sky. The exquisite plating and side dishes make each dish look like a carefully designed work of art.

By the end of the meal, Gulaur couldn't even taste the special taste of the food in his mouth. He could only mechanically chew and swallow, and then forced out a kind smile.

Finally, when the banquet was over, I felt that the corners of my mouth were even slightly twitching.

Although Phoenix invited them to the banquet with good intentions, he obviously underestimated the education level of these Viking burly men. He had grown up listening to the legends and stories of these uncles. In his mind, these people were as tall and polite as the great Roman generals in ancient times.

However, legends and stories are ultimately products created after layers of beautification.

In the biographies of great men passed down orally by bards, they would only promote the glorious side of the heroes and would not tell the details behind them at all.

For example, both Sartre and Gulaur were illiterate.

For another example, their social etiquette was not much different from that of savages to Roman nobles.

Jerome and Sartre, who walked out of the parliamentarian's mansion together, were obviously not feeling well. They had just discussed whether they should find a hotel to relieve themselves from the torture they had experienced this afternoon.

Unexpectedly, the welcome program after entering the city has not ended yet.

As night fell, braziers began to light up one after another in the city, marble statues everywhere raised torches in their hands, and paper lanterns marking the time were lit on the high towers in the academic city area.

The bustling night in Constantinople has just begun.

For a bustling city with nearly 100,000 travelers coming in and out every day, just opening it for one day is not enough.

Thousands of years ago, when the Romans on the Silk Road first walked into the Han Palace in Luoyang, they saw the paper lanterns that lit up the entire city at night. The merchants who returned would draw the scenes they saw along the way on papyrus and bring them back to the Western Continent.

After more than a thousand years of development, the countries in the Western Continent have gradually adapted to going out for activities at night.

Phoenix has lived in this city with his mother since he was a child, engaging in another level of bloody battles with various merchants and nobles every day. Despite his young age, he was already able to attend aristocratic gatherings with ease.

When leaving the Crassus family mansion, Old Crassus greeted him respectfully all the way to the door.

After saying goodbye to him and Gulaur, Sartre and everyone shook hands cordially.

After spending his whole life as a member of Parliament, Maxima Crassus's vision was far beyond that of ordinary nobles. The moment these giant-looking blond men walked into his mansion, he immediately felt the terrifying murderous aura on his back.

He immediately called the butler and cleared all the guards around the banquet hall.

Old Crassus knew in his heart that even with three times more manpower, the Roman guards who were former holy bishops were no match for these big Viking men. The best option when dealing with tigers when you know you are outmatched is not to provoke them.

Fortunately, the banquet went on without any disturbance. After everyone was escorted out of the door with a professional smile on his face, guests inside and outside on both sides of the thin wooden door let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

Damn it, I have never felt that eating can be so tiring.

"Yeah, let's not talk about whether you have eaten a full meal and your whole body feels sore after eating it. What's going on?"

yes! It's more comfortable to pick up a weapon and kill people!

I would rather die again and go to the underworld to kill those undead sword cultivators than suffer this kind of sin again.

A group of exhausted blond men discussed how to find a hotel to practice and practice. Unexpectedly, Phoenix had no intention of letting the night end.

After sending Mr. Gore Marash away, the carriage continued to move forward. Go to a huge building with rising fog in the middle of the city.

That is the world-famous Byzantine Bath Palace.