Grete frowned slightly, and blurted out the word "no" almost on the spot. He had just arrived, and before he could sit down and have a good chat with his family, the door was blocked?
He traveled thousands of miles and traveled several days and nights to get here, not just to attend a banquet at some city lord's mansion!
And they don't give any buffer. If you invite someone on the same day, you will go to the banquet on the same day. As the old saying goes, three days are for invitations, two days are for greetings, and one day is called bringing. Bringing a carriage to the door, what is this?
However, before he could speak, the knight on the left side of the hut took a step forward, bowed slightly, saluted Gretel, and then turned to the house with a smile on his face:
"The Lord of the City specially invites Mr. Karen, Madam, and all the young gentlemen and ladies to come to the banquet. Please"
When it comes to Uncle Karen's family, Grete can't make decisions for others. What if Uncle Karen wants to go? What if Uncle Karen's family wants to take root in Heartland City and want to build relationships with them?
He looked inquiringly at the opposite side. Uncle Karen had already taken a step forward and was at a loss:
"This...how is this..."
This middle-aged soldier didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He was just an ordinary soldier. After struggling for more than ten years, he could only become the captain of the city guard. He was old and could no longer cross the threshold of a knight.
In this life, there is a natural chasm between you and the knight.
The messengers sent by the city lord's palace to treat guests, both of whom were knights, actually saluted him first?
He was worried and panicked. However, he really didn't want to go to the banquet at the City Lord's Mansion!
Places like the City Lord's Mansion and the Viscount's Mansion were not something they could enter. They didn't invite them sincerely, they just entertained Gretel and brought their family along with them.
At that time, a few knights were standing, they were sitting, a few knights were watching, they were eating? There were also children, God knows how they would be looked down upon!
However, the city lord invited two knights as envoys. With his status, there was no room for refusal. When in trouble, Karen could only look at Gretel for help: Are you going?
Gretel smiled instead. He walked through the crowd calmly, stood next to Uncle Karen, took his hand and turned to the knight who spoke:
"I'm very sorry. I've come a long way and am already very tired. I just want to catch up with my relatives for the time being. I won't go to today's dinner."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of letter paper and raised it in the air, but there was no movement. The letter paper was densely packed and covered with writings. Then he pointed with his hand, and the mage's emblem fell on the paper, revealing an oak staff wrapped with a small snake:
"Please tell the city lord, I will definitely visit you in three days."
With a careless push, the letter landed on the floating disk and floated directly in front of the knight. This series of actions was smooth and smooth, showing the mage's style.
In the eyes of the magician, it was nothing. It was more than enough to scare others. As expected, the guards on both sides all showed awe and retreated silently.
The knight didn't dare to say a word and bowed to take the letter. Captain Cullen felt a little unsure:
"Hey, why don't you go now? After all, you are the city lord..."
"Uncle Karen, it's okay." Grete said with a smile on his face, holding Uncle Karen's hand slightly tightly, and said in a soft voice:
"I'm just a Viscount City Lord. I'm in Nevis. If the Viscount or something wants to see me for medical treatment, as long as it's not an emergency, he should make an appointment at least three days in advance."
His tone was soft, but his attitude was full of confidence. Captain Cullen was doubtful and looked at Gretel, then at the young girl next to him. Is there really no problem?
Now, can Grete really not even give the viscount face?
His attitude was hesitant, and the knights who came to ask for help were even more unwilling to leave directly. He looked at this, looked at that, and always wanted to come up with another accurate sentence so that he could explain to the city lord:
If you say you don't want to go, you don't have to go?
You are only a sixth-level mage, and you are not considered to be the top among the spell casters in the city, so why don’t you give face to the city lord?
Grete smiled slowly. He straightened his clothes, turned the mage badge and straightened it:
"Uncle, I've been out for four years, and now I'm a sixth-level mage. Give me another four years, guess what level I can reach?"
As he spoke, he glanced aside intentionally or unintentionally. Huh, he was also the deputy director of the emergency department. He was a treater for patients' families and pharmaceutical companies. It's not like he didn't know how to push things outside and how to make a fool of himself!
The knight held the letter in both hands and met his eyes. Involuntarily, he shuddered:
How many levels can you reach? Master Gehrman, who presides over the mage tower outside the city, has only been promoted from level five to level six after so many years. This mage Nordmark has been promoted from apprentice to level six in four years, and after four years
How many years can we reach, or even ten years from now?
The sixth-level mage can already sit on an equal footing with the city lord; the tenth-level mage and the earl in the county can only greet each other with courtesy and cannot give direct orders!
Such a young mage is really qualified and no one would give him face.
He bowed respectfully. When he straightened up again, his tone was much softer:
"I will take my leave. Master Nordmark, I will definitely bring your words to you."
Grete smiled and waved, letting him get out of the way. The knights, guards, and carriages all retreated, leaving no one behind for a moment. At this time, the doors and windows of the surrounding houses creaked open, and there were countless cracks.
Eyes looking behind.
These are all close neighbors. To be honest, they are all colleagues of the original body's father. The uncles and uncles who watched the original body grow up. Grete didn't care and pulled Uncle Karen into the house to slowly reminisce about the past.
Well, Uncle Karen is a lot older and fatter than he was four years ago~
Ever since Gretel was taken directly to Nevis, Uncle Cullen has been transferred to the Military Supplies Department and no longer has to work hard to patrol the city. He has passed the peak of his physical fitness. If he fails to attack the knights, he will have no hope. At present,
, just teach your son wholeheartedly.
The eldest son Edward joined the army with him, and the second son, in Uncle Karen's words, "Fortunately you left some books, and fortunately Pastor John was willing to teach him." He learned a few words, but became a magician instead of a priest.
If you are gifted and sent to be an apprentice, it will be more stable than a soldier...
It was getting dark while they were chatting. Aunt Eileen called her two sons to join hands, and brought out the dishes from the kitchen one bowl at a time. Gretel was holding a bowl of steaming broth, with a smile on his lips, and listened quietly to Karen.
Uncle talks.
Listening and listening, there was a loud knocking at the door. Karen went out to open the door, and saw the housewife of a house opposite holding a pottery bowl, smiling and sticking her head in:
"Little Gretel is back? Our family happened to stew meat today. Can I give you a bowl to try?"
Karen could only say thank you and accept it. Just as he sat down and before he could say a few words, the youngest son of the neighbor on the left carried a basket and brought over a basket of fragrant baked potatoes.
During the middle of the meal, the door of Karen's house was knocked twenty or thirty times. Gretel had to find two floating dishes and put them together on the edge of the table to put the dishes...
Serira's eyes were wandering and she was laughing non-stop. It was an advantage to Bernard, who sat on the edge of the floating plate and chewed. After almost finishing the meal, there was a loud bang at the door, and another loud bang sounded.
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Merry Christmas guys!
Dear friends who are taking the postgraduate entrance examination, you will get everything right in the plenary session!