According to the order of His Majesty the King to punish him and think about his mistakes behind closed doors, Bulvo should not have appeared in such occasions.

However, with Mrs. Chery's perfect assist and her sincere request to the king to allow him to come and protect him, the king finally agreed to make an exception this time.

Bulvo scanned the powerful guests in the hall and searched for all suspicious figures with caution.

The banquet has not begun yet, and the king and the queen have not been present. The nobles are just chatting together in groups of three or three, and there is no way to see a crisis brewing.

Around the mansion, Bulvo also saw the guards responsible for maintaining safety.

Although the City Guard was the main force tonight, it was not the only department involved. In addition to the City Guard, the palace guards also made defenses in advance.

While feeling much more at ease, Bulwo couldn't help but feel more doubts.

With the opportunity to get close to the target person, it is certainly easy to start a sudden attack, but... Did Simon never think about how to finish the plan if it fails or someone finds out?

He was not worried that he would be given evidence, which would lead to him being unable to leave the Kingdom of Lorne again?

Bulvo frowned and thought about these questions. He glanced at the crowd by chance, but happened to see Simon on the other side of the hall, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

His perception was very sharp, and although Bulvo's vision did not stay on him for long, he was soon captured.

Simon raised his head and saw the figure of Bulvo at the banquet hall. He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and raised his glass to signal to him.

When Bulwo was thinking about how he should respond, the man turned around and disappeared behind the crowd.

Burwo stood there, pondered for a while, and left the banquet hall from the other direction.

...

In a corner.

Like Chris watching the show, Wien watched the conflict between another table of guests throughout the whole process.

In fact, although wine and food are provided everywhere, tables and chairs are also set up for everyone to sit for a while, most of the time these things are just embellishments to set off the atmosphere.

The so-called "center meal" is ultimately the social interactions in the world of fame and fortune.

On such occasions, almost everyone who comes to the banquet has some demands, so they actively and keenly deal with each other's friends. People like Wien and Chris who completely ignore others' opinions and do their own things can be said to be rare.

When he saw people who chose the same way as him, Wien was naturally attracted by them.

However, it is better to say that they have been unilaterally abused than to say that they have "conflicted".

The mean woman's attitude became worse and worse.

But when she finally realized that the two of them would not speak back no matter how they scolded them, and whether they didn't understand the sarcasm at all, or were not ashamed of their rude behavior at all, she suddenly felt that it would be a waste of money to find such people.

The sight that came from all over seemed to be just watching a performance with fun, and I unknowingly became a member of the performance.

Realizing this, her disgust towards these two people instantly reached its peak.

But she really couldn't find a way to vent her anger for a moment. She couldn't let a lady beat someone else directly at the banquet...

So she had to glar at the two disappointed buns and leave angrily.

After watching the mean woman leave, Wien asked in a low voice: "Come over and take a look?"

"Well." Chris looked thoughtful.

"I don't care. If you want to go, go together."

Don't say it, Wien is really interested.

Putting down the food in his hand for the time being, he picked up a glass of juice and sat down with Chris.

"What are the names of two people?"

For some reason, the man and woman reacted a little bit muted.

After a while, the boy spoke very slowly and replied: "I am Roy - Roy O'Neal."

After saying that, he turned his head slowly again and looked at the girl sitting next to him.

"This is my sister, Vivian."

O'Neal?

...Their fathers, could it be the Marquis O'Neill, who had rumored to have two fools.

Marquis O'Neill, who also belongs to the military noble camp, has a high title, but has been an invisible figure in the royal capital aristocratic circle over the years.

The reason is ultimately not because he was suppressed by anyone or was indifferent to fame and fortune, but simply because his two children have abnormal intelligence since childhood.

This was a very heavy blow to their family.

The Marquis O'Neill was also depressed. He had not attended any public banquets for a long time, just because he was afraid that others would ask about his children's current situation or see other people's children growing up healthily.

Thinking of these, Wien's mood was a bit complicated.

So... I thought I was an "expert" who was like me, but I ended up being two real fools?

But at the same time, he couldn't help but relax a little.

In any case, talking to fools is always easier than talking to smart people.

"Oh, I'm glad to know you!" He smiled very closely, "I'm Wien Winchet, this is my girlfriend Chris. Then again, why haven't you both stayed with your family?"

For these two children who have never participated in normal social interactions, they may not even feel that they have been bullied, and the parents don’t take care of them.

Fortunately, in addition to being a little dull, he can still answer questions normally.

"Family...Dad, let's stay here, don't, don't go anywhere else," he stammered.

His sister just sat aside and continued to eat, as if she didn't care about what happened outside. Seeing this, Wien couldn't help but worry about her. If she continued to overeat like this for a long time, it would have a huge burden on her body.

Seeing that Wien stopped asking anything more, Roy picked up the food he had just finished eating and took it down in big mouthfuls, as if he had been hungry for a long time.

"Have you...n't you eaten these at home?" Wien asked tentatively.

Roy shook his head suddenly.

"Okay, delicious, never eaten." He said vaguely.

Looking at him looking at his fear of not being able to eat it again, Chris couldn't help but frown.

"Is your father Marquis O'Neill?" she asked more without any certainty.

Wien could understand her surprise.

No matter how much a marquis' child is, even if he is a fool, he should not be treated like this... Moreover, most of them are not very precious food, but the variety will be more than what you eat on a daily table.
Chapter completed!