After the holy sword is broken

"I heard that Viscount Burgess will come to this banquet."

A well-informed noble lady whispered in the small circle of female close friends, with a little blush on her cheeks and excitement in her eyes.

There was a small exclamation in the small circle immediately.

"Gods, it's a good thing I'm here, if I miss it, I'll be miserable for a week, no, half a month, I won't be able to sleep for half a month."

"It was said before that Viscount Burgess is back, but I still don't believe it. After all, he has been back for so many days, and he doesn't appear in any social occasions, which is too abnormal."

"Never mind him, I'm going to see him anyway, oh my god, I'm so nervous, please help me to see if there's anything wrong with my makeup... Oh, he's coming in, look!"

When Borgins walked into the Earl's Mansion, almost all eyes were on him.

Alger came in after him, almost facing the gaze of the audience.

...It's really a bit uncomfortable.

It was soon discovered that there was a strange young man beside the dazzling Viscount Burgess.

Very handsome, handsome enough to stand beside Burgess, it is difficult to hide his brilliance.

This is probably also due to his unique temperament - indifference like a piece of ice, coupled with the unique melancholy atmosphere of the dark blue dress, just one glance will leave an extremely deep impression.

However, he has silver-gray hair and a pair of silver-gray eyes.

Humans in the New World, with dark hair and eyes, are the manifestation of noble blood.The light gray, which is close to white, is not the noble silver-white of the descendants of the Silver Moon God in the legend, it is naturally a color that cannot be more humble.

Although, the well-informed nobles would not denounce him as a devil because of his light gray hair.However, the aristocrats who value the nobleness of blood the most would not like to see an obvious "untouchable".

"Why is it suddenly quiet?" Burgess smiled and said, "Are you welcoming me?"

Look around for a week.

"Then, let me introduce my best friend, Alger, a priest."

The atmosphere of the venue suddenly relaxed.

It would, of course, be very rude to bring a pariah to a banquet given by the Earl.But if the other party is a priest, then it is another matter.

The servants of the gods always have a special status.

To be honest, this silver-haired and silver-eyed priest is probably more noble than everyone present.

Even though it is no longer an era dominated by theocracy, and the power of the religious order is also subdued under the kingship, the belief in the gods still prevails in the mainland.

No one is not afraid of God's punishment, and no one wants to fall into God's prison after death.On the contrary, the favor of the gods is the glory that everyone will pursue.

The smile on the corner of Burgess' mouth became mocking, he took Alger's arm and walked inside.

Earl Silaso as the host, and Miss Silaso as the protagonist of the banquet came up first.

"Burgess, it's great to have you here." The gray-haired Earl Silaso hugged Burgess politely, and then nodded to each other with Alger: "And this priest, it's an honor to be here. You are here to attend my daughter's birthday party."

"May the gods bless you and your beloved daughter, and may Miss Silaso, under the blessing of the gods, live a happy life."

Miss Silasso gracefully raised the hem of her skirt and saluted the two: "Thank you for your blessing, Mr. Alger."

The young lady who had just stepped into the aristocratic social circle put down her skirt, showing a generous and decent smile on her face, but her heart was beating violently, and her delicate makeup could hardly cover the blush on her face.

This was the first time she was so close to Viscount Burgess, and the gentleman beside him was so handsome!

Wish I could dance with them later.

The banquet gradually became lively.As he said, Burgess was very popular here, and people kept coming up to chat and pulling him into the small circle of conversation.

The noble ladies covered half of their faces with fans, hinting to him tactfully that he could come and dance with them later.

The more daring lady wanted to directly invite him to her home to taste the pastry chef's newly invented desserts - she knew Burgess' preferences very well.

Another young nobleman wanted to drag Burgess to a small circle, but Burgess looked back at Alger with some hesitation.

"Go ahead, don't worry about me." He still wanted to see what kind of hint Dana had left.

"If you have something to call the waiter, I won't go too far..."

Burgess wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Alger.

"I'm not a child."

Well, now that he has said that, he has nothing to worry about.

Alger let go of his senses and began to observe his surroundings in his usual way.

Wangcheng is indeed a prosperous place, and the cakes used in the earl's banquet are all decorated with gold leaf, shining under the light.

There are tulips as decorations on the table, with strange variant patterns on the petals, which are the varieties that have been highly sought after recently and have been speculated at sky-high prices.

The most eye-catching thing is the peacock on the long table.It has been steamed by chefs and served on a plate as an ornamental main course.The beautiful feathers from before were glued to the body again, and the long tail feathers opened a grand and beautiful screen fan.

Surrounded by so many luxuries, the only thing he feels familiar with is probably the banquet wine.

A large wooden barrel was lifted onto the table as a whole, and a faucet was installed on the lower part of the wooden barrel, so that wine could be taken at any time.Spices such as cloves and cardamom are also placed on the side of the barrel, which can be added to the wine to make spice wine.

On the oak barrel, there is an all-too-familiar mark—the emblem of the poem of truth.

Alger looked at the oak barrel with complicated emotions.

Hmm... I don't know how many of the jewels worn by the noble ladies come from the arcane chapters.

Feeling in his heart, his keen sense of hearing captured the voices from every corner for him, and filtered them one by one, leaving valuable information, and then slowly put them together.

"His Royal Highness seems to have not appeared in front of the public for a long time."

"Maybe it was because of the previous turmoil? He was accused by His Majesty, and he is probably going to lie dormant for a while."

"But after that, his faction was obviously still very active. Even Duke Iris, whose son had just died a while ago, didn't seem to restrain himself a bit."

"Ah, yes. The son of Duke Iris died suddenly. I didn't hear that he was suffering from any illness before. There was neither war nor assassination. How can you say he died?"

"Is it... the power of the secret technique? First, the two duchesses, and then the son of the duke's family. I don't know if the duchess will also..."

"No way... The Iris family was originally a family of mages with a long history. How could it be so easy to die from secret arts? Could it be that some force started targeting him? I didn't hear the wind."

"Just two days ago, I heard that His Majesty's health began to deteriorate..."

The sound became lower and lower, and even began to use magic items to isolate sound and detect.Alger skipped that piece with some regret.

The aristocrats talked about all kinds of things. In addition to politics and military affairs, art and philosophy were also subjects they were passionate about.Among some nobles who have inherited the secret arts, the mysteries of magic are also a hot topic of discussion.

There are also some innocuous conversations, coming from not far away, which sound like they have something to do with him——

"He's handsome, but he doesn't seem very approachable."

"It seems very indifferent. It's completely different from Viscount Burgess's personality. Can he be a close friend?"

"Is it because your face is so pretty?"

Pleasant laughter sounded again and again.

A noble lady suddenly lowered her voice and signaled her companions to come over: "Hey, tell me, this gentleman, on the bed...does he also have such abstinence | cruel appearance?"

After speaking, the ladies gathered around all laughed.

"Oh, when you say that, I want to strike up a conversation with him even more."

"If you can have one night, isn't it too profitable?"

Alger couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he heard the topic getting more and more crooked and outrageous, but also found it funny.

It is said that the aristocrats were very open about sex.

He had little contact with the aristocracy before, and he didn't know much about their living habits and ways of thinking, so he never had an intuitive understanding.It was not until today that he realized how open the so-called openness is.

In fact, he really wanted to tell those girls that even if they spoke so quietly, he could still hear them.So, please don't talk like that behind his back...

In the end, he still smiled at them helplessly, and raised his glass from afar.

Just let him go.

"He smiled, he smiled at me."

"God, how can he smile so softly."

"Help me, I can't take it anymore!"

A handsome priest, cold and ascetic, with a temperament like the frost and snow in the extreme north, but he only smiled gently at you.Who can stand it?

A noble lady clutched her chest and gracefully fell into the arms of her companion.

And the noble ladies around her, while secretly hating that they didn't act fast enough to pretend to faint, they hurriedly took out the smelling salt bottle and "woke up" her with concern.

"My heart is about to explode, gods, I must let him bow down under my skirt!"

As soon as the weak noble lady "woke up", she covered her heart, lowered her voice and made an extremely powerful speech.

Alger couldn't listen anymore, and planned to stay in another place, when his eyes suddenly went dark.

Burgess, who was supposed to have a good chat with other guests, came before him at some point, his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked like "you did something I'm sorry for me".

"What's wrong?" Alger didn't react.

"What are you looking at?" Burgess asked back, "I even heard the shouts over there. What have you done?"

"I..." felt like I hadn't done anything.

Alger was wronged, but his defense was interrupted.

"My lord priest."

Alger turned his head to look at Burgess' pressured eyes.

Is a noble lady.

She has a gorgeous appearance, a hot figure, heavy makeup, charming smiles on the corners of her eyes and brows, and an extremely aggressive temperament.

"I need to confess." The lady said the words of confession, but her eyes were full of ambiguity.

"Confess for your husband who rests in the kingdom of God, Mrs. Launo? Ask for his forgiveness?" The smile on the corner of Burgess's mouth mocked.

The widowed lady covered her mouth and smiled: "Viscount Burgess, although the loss of my husband made me very sad. But even the gods did not stop the woman who lost her partner from looking for a new love. What are you doing for my husband? What's wrong with the dead husband?"

You know it in your heart!Why are you a widow, and who knows better than you? !

Burgess was about to speak, but Alger held his shoulder.

"Although I'm not a pastor, you can talk about it, and I will try my best to explain it to you with my shallow knowledge."