At least in this small town, a dinner is not like a city aristocratic banquet, and there are too many rules at every moment.

"Sorry, there is no hostess here." Baron Atei watched the guests sit down one by one, raised the wine glass in his hands and smiled, "As a habit, you should all kiss the hostess' ring, but there are only the male hostess' boots here."

The guests present burst into laughter. Apart from the escorts and scholars who are restrained by etiquette, they dare not laugh too presumptuously, so as not to be looked down upon by their peers.

The four of them sat on the backlit right table, sitting with the clergymen, and the left table was the knights and squire, dressed formally or casually, with tableware made of lead and copper.

The lords and nobles near the Barons and their family scrolls were sitting on the main table, using silver tableware, most of which were old nobles, that is, like Baron Ate, who converted to paganism. There were several servants standing behind the table, and there was a small fireplace, which was almost the warmest place in the hall.

There is also an empty long table with the famous Kesh dish prepared in advance: roasted suckling pig, and the newly weaned piglets were chosen. Several spices were used just to pickle it. Therefore, this famous dish also accounts for one-third of the expenses of the entire banquet. It is placed vertically in the upper middle position, which does not hinder the view, but also allows people to see the color of the suckling pig.

As the chef took out the plate, Kacha cut open the suckling pig's belly and cut out several parts horizontally and vertically. Then, under the eyes of everyone, the chef raised the plate high like a communion and threw it hard. With the loud sound of breaking, the banquet reached its climax at the beginning.

"Treat our God." Baron Ate stood up and whispered.

Several converts to the letter glanced meaningfully, smiled, and responded to these ambiguous words.

“Treat our God.”

“Treat our God.”

“Treat our God.”

There were also several new nobles, who were pure Avant-some people, and did not try to correct them, but just said in a low voice, "Respect the King of My King."

"The holy land, the holy land has a miracle! A priest, he went to heaven!" A drunk fat lord, he spoke loudly: "Father Christopher, everyone says he is a saint, and the worst is also a true blessing!"

Baron Atei was trembling with excitement, but stopped and said, "Aubry, it's not suitable to talk about this now, drink."

Seeing the face of the Avans beside him, the fat lord tactfully changed the subject and said, "I heard that a bard said that the emperor of Dancechel was assassinated."

"What?!" Several lords and nobles on the main table turned around and turned their faces, and the family bookmakers couldn't help but prick up their ears.

"That Emperor George, he went to inspect the construction site and was drowned."

The nobles had something to talk about, and the guests at the main table immediately opened up and started talking about the situation they heard and heard.

Sitting on the long table, Chen Yin enjoyed the delicacy under the wooden fork. Everyone would get a piece of grilled fish, grilled venison, and lamb lake. Compared with the shabby food at home that has been invariably frugal for many years, it is already extremely rich.

Chen Yin glanced at the other people at the deskmate, and the association members did not move at the wine glass in front of him. This was what Qasim had advised before. In addition to them, other scholars and apprentices just took a sip.

There will be two rounds or more for a dinner party. The sign of the end of the first round is related to the bard. The two poets playing Rutchen had to sing two epics together, respectively, at and after the meal. Chen Yin slowly cut the meat, scooped a spoonful of gray mutton lakes from time to time, and could eat fresh lamb.

I don’t know how long it took to eat, but the first round of supper was over after the bard finished singing "The Song of Ovanu".

"Go to the side hall." Qasim patted Chen Yin on the shoulder.

Chen Yin nodded slightly and stood up from in front of the table.

Not only those who study mysticism, some other guests also stood up to move their bodies and solve their needs. The dinner score round is also to give guests rest time.

Under the leadership of Qasim, more than twenty scholars and apprentices went to the side hall together.

In front of the side hall, Zuo Yin and three maids stood.

Qasim walked forward and held his wife's hand.

"Good evening, scholars and apprentices, this is my wife Zuo Yin, and the hostess of this seminar."

Zuo Yin stepped forward and saluted them.

After returning the gift, Chen Yin hinted in Kasim's eyes, took the lead and took Zuo Yin's hand. She was wearing silk gloves and an emerald ring was placed outside.

Chen Yin politely kissed the gem on the ring, and then quickly put it down without looking at the hostess.

Someone led the way, and even the countrymen knew how to do it. Everyone politely offered a kiss of peace and crowded the side hall in an orderly manner.

The side hall is not big, but it can still accommodate more than twenty people. There is a fireplace with newly added firewood and blankets. As soon as everyone enters the door, they see a long table with plates of starlight stones placed on it.

The scholars walked to both sides of the long table with a familiarity and looked at the style of the starlight stone in advance. Several of them patiently introduced this common activity to the apprentices around them.

Zuo Yin stood at the table and announced: "Before the seminar officially begins, we have to conduct an entertainment event. As you can see, we have prepared five plates of starlight stones..."

Unlike Kasim's nervous look, Zuo Yin was obviously very familiar with this scene.

After introducing the rules, Zuo Yin instructed the maids to come forward and put away the four plates of starlight stones. Only one plate was left on the table, picking them out one by one and placing them on the table.

Chen Yin's eyes lit up and he glanced at the scholars and apprentices around him. This was his chance to turn the copper coins of bad luck.

Everyone surrounded each other and gave in moderation. Only Yin Delai and some other apprentices with little knowledge were eager to try.

"These are spring signs." Zuo Yin introduced that the spots on the surface of the astral stone are the approximate seasons.

A scholar picked up a piece, identified its spot, and said, "This must be the giant constellation, four-star, rectangular geometry."

The maid handed over a knife, and the scholar cut the starlight stone across the public.

The cross-section of the starlight stone was exposed in front of everyone, and there were five silver spots arranged in square shapes.

"I'm sorry, it's a square stone pedestal." Zuo Yin shook his head and announced.

The scholar smiled awkwardly at the others, coughed twice, and picked up other stones.

Chen Yin carefully took out the bad luck copper coins.

Walk slightly behind the crowd and throw a curve in a small way.

There were two apprentices and a scholar who chose the starlight stone. They told the corresponding signs. After everything was opened, none of them was correct, and they couldn't help but shake their heads.

Chen Yin walked forward and glanced at the starlight stones.

Next to him was a scholar in blue robe. He was gray-haired and named Monroe. Qasim had introduced him. He was the most famous among the people present.

Monroe grabbed the telescope, held a seven spots on the surface, and observed carefully.

He grabbed the starlight stone for a long time, kept turning the stone, frowning.

Finally, Monroe shook his head and put the starlight stone back to its original place.

Chen Yin thought about it and grabbed the starlight stone.
Chapter completed!