There were many people participating in the banquet, but Lan Li was most interested in it but not others, but a white-bearded old man he had not liked very much - Grand Secretary Paisier.

Judging from the appearance, the old man in his seventies was not very eye-catching. He bent over and hunched his back and was wearing a dark brown bachelor's robe and was loose on his body. His bare forehead was covered with age spots, and the snow-white beard scattered on his neck covered many bachelor's necklaces that looked very heavy. He was slow when raising his arms and kicking his legs, and he was very energetic.

The reason why Lan Li was interested in this person was very simple. When he was in Hewan, he had heard of some strange situations in recent years, and he did not forget that the chicken leg would end when the chaotic product first appeared.

So despite the low-key and inconspicuous performance of the Grand Secretary at the banquet, Renli took the initiative to come to him.

"I never sell dogs, sir."

The old man hiding in the corner answered Lan Li's words about the pet dog.

"But if you are interested, Lord Duke, I can give you one. Yes, although I am not willing to give it up, I have indeed sent some of them before, but I have never sold them. In fact, as a Grand Secretary, I am very fond of things like money, and you have to know, Lord, at my age..."

The old man was nagging, and it sounded a bit nagging. Lan Li listened and curled his lips secretly.

If this person doesn’t sell dogs, who raised those special pet dogs circulating on the market?

However, he did not intend to expose the lie of the Grand Secretary, nor did he interrupt the nagging of this person—

Many things can be done casually in childhood, but it seems very targeted to do them when you are a grown-up.

"Why don't you know how the Grand Secretary raises a dog?" When the old man's words paused due to breathing, Lanli asked appropriately: "I have seen a few in the river beside, and they are much smarter than ordinary pets."

"There's no trick."

Grand Secretary Paichel replied slowly, "I just regard raising dogs as an interesting thing. There are no ways to raise them. Why are you smart? Maybe because I am a Grand Secretary, they were unknowingly influenced by me. I think you should know that Grand Secretary, Grand Secretary is much more knowledgeable and wise enough than ordinary bachelors. I can also rank in the top few of my previous Grand Secretary. This is not my own boast, but the Cardinal Opportunity of the School City has been my personal evaluation of my recent years - you know the Cardinal Opportunity, sir, that is the School City..."

On the surface, Lan Li listened quietly, but kept rolling her eyes secretly. It felt like the old man was really thick-skinned, but he could also feel that, in addition to some aspects, the words of Grand Secretary Paichel were basically true-

Pychill also didn't know why the dogs he kept were different.

Thinking about the werewolf monster he encountered in the Frei family in Hewandi, and thinking about the banquet where the chicken legs appeared, Lan Li thought there was obviously something between the two, but the alienation effect of the mark was already unpredictable, and some things that he couldn't understand were not a big deal.

After chatting with this person for a few more words, Lan Li took the initiative to say goodbye and leave.

Siele stood up and saw him off in the spot. After walking slowly for a few steps, he found that the young man who had left without paying attention to him, so he turned around and sat back skillfully. Thinking of his words just now, he unconsciously smashed his mouth.

"I can sell several golden dragons for a dog, how can I give it to you casually... That kid is much more tactful than when he was a child, but it's not easy to fool..."

Murmuring, Grand Secretary Paichel suddenly saw the departure of Lan Li and a fat man with a bald head in pink, and couldn't help but touch his beard.

"What's the goblin spider's idea?"

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"I haven't seen each other for ten years, the Duke is so much taller than me. I really miss the past." The fat man in pink robe, full of pink aura, sighed when he spoke. When he saw that Renli and Paceel had finished their conversation, he took the initiative to come over.

"I think Lord Varys has not changed at all in the past ten years." Lanli replied seriously: "The bald head is still so bright."

This made the fat man in pink grin and then said helplessly: "There is nothing I can do about it. I cherish my hair very much. Unfortunately, I have the same problems as the Prime Minister. So when I see the Prime Minister's forehead at the imperial meeting every day, I always give up the idea of ​​growing my hair."

Lan Li agrees with this. He thinks that if he really has a bald Mediterranean head, it would be better to shave his head and look at it.

But he didn't take it seriously. Eight of the ten sentences in front of him were fake, and even his hair problem was lying. I really don't know if he had already lie or hoped that he could add a little sense of humor.

What he thought in his heart did not make Lan Li look contemptuous on his face. After chatting with this person with a smile on his lips for a while, he found that the intelligence manager nicknamed Eight-Clawed Spider turned the topic to Dorn intentionally or unintentionally.

"The Martel family of Dorn wants to marry you, his beautiful Princess Arianne--that Princess Arianne is calculated according to the law of Dorn, but heir to the Martel family."

The Martel family ruled Dorn, but Dorn's customs were different from other parts of the seven countries. For example, the patriarch of the Martel family was called the prince rather than the duke, and the prince's daughter was also called the princess.

Lan Li shrugged after hearing this.

"So I think this is the conspiracy of the Dornese. It is an exaggeration to marry me, an insignificant person."

"You are not a little man, Lord Renli." Varis flattered: "As a royal family, who in the seven kingdoms can be more noble than you?"

Lan Li shrugged when she heard this.

It is very special to say that his identity is special, but in fact it is nothing big. There is a king brother who has received obvious treatment in many aspects, but aside from this identity, he is just a lord of a small island, with only status but no strength.

"The Prime Minister believes that Dorn's move is to hope that the royal family will not misunderstand that they have different intentions at this moment, and your identity is also fully in line with Dorn's goal of marrying the Iron Throne."

Lanli didn't say anything, while bald Varis spoke on his own.

"Donn's request is that you lead the team to discuss it personally, and there is no hope for anything else. The Prime Minister believes that even if Dorn wants to make some small moves, the Iron Throne will not suffer any losses at this point, so why don't you choose to believe it?"

Lan Li smiled when she heard this.

It is true that this is true. Although he is a Baratheon, he ranks very low in the succession ranking of the throne, and is just a irrelevant younger brother of King Robert, with no hostage or prisoner value.

In other words, even if he died in Dorn, no one would feel sorry for him.

But he doesn't think so himself.

Even if Robert didn't say those words to him in the morning, Renly didn't plan to go to Dorn. It was completely different from the Iron Islands. The environment was desert rather than the sea. The water source was scarce. He was not sure that he could escape smoothly when he was in danger.

He hoped that Baratheon could become the winner in this power struggle that had slowly begun, but he did not want to use his life to try to win.

In other words, he hoped that Baratheon won because he wanted to ensure his own safety, not because of his family honor and power status. If he really wanted to risk his life, wouldn't it be put before the horse?

What he thought was not revealed. Lan Li didn't say anything about the fat man in pink in front of him. The other party seemed to just say it casually and then pulled the topic elsewhere. After chatting for a few more words, he even took the initiative to say goodbye.

Lan Li narrowed her eyes at this, and then ignored it and continued to attend the banquet.

The welcome banquet held by his elder brother Robert was not large in scale, but he basically invited all the powerful people of Junlin to come over. The programs and food prepared were very rich. It was not until the second midnight that the banquet slowly dispersed.

Lanli also returned to her residence in Red Fort.
Chapter completed!