Shaman from Afar

This is the second time Loren has come to the silver hall of the Bellini family.

Loren Turin, who changed into a red and black dress, followed the waiter behind and walked slowly through the long and dark corridor, full of armed guards on both sides. At the end of the hallway is a door. The breath is like the entrance of hell. Once the viscous plasma is opened, it spews out, and countless demons come to the world.

Of course, this is just some ugly imagination of the dark-haired wizard.

The waiter stopped in front of the door and turned to respectfully open the door for Loren: "Adult Alto Bellini is waiting for you for a long time, His Excellency Ain Rand. The banquet is ready and waiting for you to attend You can start. "

"Really?" Loren chuckled slightly, his head turned slightly, and the afterglow of his eyes swept behind him—the corridor when he came in was completely blocked by the guards.

Reminiscing about being searched when entering the door, the dark-haired wizard could not help laughing.

In order to beware of themselves, the Bellini family really tried their best.

Fortunately, before I came here, I gave Peter all the things on my body, including "bright silver" and "caster"-now it seems that it is absolutely necessary, just entered the door, all the accessories on my body, and nothing left. Was taken away.

But this is also expected, isn't it?

Asriel has been "stand by" in the garden outside. Although this guy has always been unwilling to take the initiative to help, he will never stand idly by when it comes to the safety of his life.

"What are you laughing at?" Although the waiter was humble, he still revealed some dissatisfaction.

"It's nothing, just suddenly thinking of some of the last time I encountered here ... very interesting little things." Loren smiled lightly, fooling each other casually, and then walked into the room.

Although it is just a small side hall, it is still incredibly luxurious-marble fireplaces, glass windows, glazed wall tiles, gold-plated chandeliers ... These are not mentioned at all.

What on earth can best reflect the "style" of a giant? Is it the most luxurious decoration, the most high-end carriage and the most precious horse, or the most unimaginable food?

It should be said yes, but it is not.

The most exemplified by this is the human—more accurately, it should be the quantity and “quality” of the servants.

From the moment he walked in the door, Loren hadn't even moved in person. Two handsome blonde girls in long skirts supported him, and the waitress who had been waiting at the table pulled him back.

After serving him the action of "sit down", three servants retired behind him, one of the maids tied him a napkin, and the other two put him sterling silver plates and cutlery in sequence, a total of Two plates, three pairs of knives and forks, and a tall glass.

Immediately after a middle-aged man dressed as a chef pushed the trolley into the room, six waiters walked in behind him. The first tray was filled with wine bottles, filling Loren with a full glass of wine.

The second waiter served the pre-dinner, carrots and convolvulus from the Ebden estate outside the city plus lettuce cold mixed vegetables, served with honey bread and foie gras.

The third waiter presented a bowl of ham and potato chowder, and the fourth placed a blue cod on Loren's plate. Even after the cooking was completed, the fresh meat was still full of elasticity and sprinkled on the fish. The white bread crumbs and the tomato sauce on the edge are a classic dish of Ebdon.

Fifth, the waiter brought wine stewed beef with carefully sifted wheat flour, fresh onion wine, black pepper and sea salt, and stewed in broth. The beef cattle from the countryside of Eboden were fleshy but still chewy. Full.

The last waiter put a straw basket in the last corner of the dining table in front of Loren. It is filled with shortbread, peach, sweet heart bag, almond noodles ... At least fifteen kinds of desserts, large and small, with exquisite shapes like colorful flower baskets.

After the meal was over, six waiters and chefs came out, leaving only the two maids and a waiter behind Loren, and Bi Gong waited for the order.

As long as a gesture, with a slight cough, the maid will fill him with a glass of wine and wipe the tableware; slightly shrug his shoulders, and his weak, boneless hands will gently knead on it; Even a bite will be thrown away without hesitation.

From start to finish, all the servants are polite and decent, and the restaurant is also clean and "not ridiculous"-there is no dust or wrinkles on the tableware, tables and chairs or even the floor.

Worthy of being the first giant of Ebden, the famous Bellini.

Just when Loren felt emotional, the opposite door was opened. Alto Bellini, who walked into the room, had a golden-red costume and maroon curly hair was neat and elegant, as if the scholar who came out of the oil painting sat on the other end of the long table as if he had not seen him. Then the chefs, waiters and servants just “repeated” meticulously just as they did just now.

"I have always felt that without tasting blue cod in the midsummer, it would not be true to live in Ebden-although I know that many fishermen who have fished have never enjoyed this delicious taste that they have salvaged by hand."

With a modest smile, Aalto, who was sitting directly opposite Loren, raised his glass: "How does it feel, Your Excellency Ain Rand, can the Bellini family's hospitality still meet your wishes?"

"Sincerity and fear."

Now that the other party is going to circle with himself, Loren will naturally be happy to delay the time, and he smiles subtly: "It is far beyond my imagination."

"For a sorcerer, this is really the highest level of praise, you are really overwhelming." Aalto took a sip of the syrup and slowly lowered the glass: "Let's go."

There was no answer, and almost no sound could be heard. The maid and the waiter standing behind the two put down their work, bowed and saluted, and turned and left the room. There was not even half a minute before and after, and the whole hall immediately returned to silence.

Feeling the sudden indifference on the other side, Loren lowered his knife and fork quietly, his hands folded in front of him.

"Isaac Grantham, I know you are the one who took him away."

Aalto finally tears off the disguise, and there is no nonsense:

"Hand him over."

Slightly stunned, the dark-haired wizard suddenly laughed.

"Anything ridiculous?"

"If it was before, the person who should have said this was me." Loren spoke, and he looked at the heir of the Bellini family: "In that case, you may agree me?"

"I won't make that kind of assumption, and you don't have much capital to make conditions now." Aalto's eyes passed through the fire in the center of the long table, and the cold breath seemed to extinguish the flames: "Since you are invited to be a guest, you can Proved my sincerity and determination. "

"This is the last warning. Give me Isaac Grantham."

"I'm very sorry, but it's impossible." The dark-haired wizard had a fearless posture: "I think you should change the request, at least both of us can accept it."

Loren's goal is to hold the other party as far as possible, and naturally he should not stimulate the heir of the Bellini family too much and let him continue with him until Peter Fassa and they cover Isaac away.

But he still "overestimated" the other party's endurance limit, or ... underestimated the opponent's ability.

Suddenly there was a sneer on Altona's scholar-like face. UU read books www.www. uukanshu.com is distorted and weird, even frightening: "Do you think that I don't know what idea you are playing?"

"Sorry, but I can't understand what you are saying ..."

"You are just the bait sent by the assassins to hold my attention." Aalto interrupted Loren with a stern expression: "And Isaac Grantham is already under your cover. Leave Ebden, right? "

"..." Carrying the glass, Loren said nothing.

"Do you know why I guessed it? Because a friend told me that your real name is not Ain Rand at all, but Loren Turin."

friend? The dark-haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Presumably you would also like to meet this friend. It is said that you still know each other." With a sneer in the corner of his mouth, Aalto looked at Loren with a threat, and looked at the third door of the hall:

"Have the most distinguished guest of our Bellini family, the next new bishop of Ebden, the devout Lord Farnesse!"