C119

Very quickly, the officials who had received the hints from Murong Nan entered the first floor of the Bright Moon Pavilion under the cheers of Butler Cong.

The empty hall, with only one long table in the morning, was now filled with a dozen small tables. It was arranged along both sides of the red carpet in the center. A total of thirty servants wearing blue suits walked through the corridors decorated with golden camellias. They gracefully entered the hall, placing the dishes and wine on the tables one after another.

Morda sat on the only carved chair in the hall, one foot on its surface, and raised his glass to the officials at the top of the hall. His smile was so bright that it looked like he had been issued with a good person card.

"Since we are all friends from afar. Then, when you get to my house, don't mention it! "

"Let me finish this glass of wine first!"

After saying that, he raised his head and took a deep breath. Then, he turned the cup upside down, letting the cup fall to the ground. The wide wine cup with the carvings of qilins reflected the lights and radiated an enchanting light. However, the light was so bright that not a single drop of wine fell from it.

Murong Nan, who was also in the middle of the table, also symbolized that someone had raised his glass and imitated Molda's actions as he drank the wine.

However, when the thick wine flowed down his throat, Murong Nan's eyes widened in disbelief as he spat out "Good wine!" Immediately after, he praised General Molda as the model of the Great Prairie! Be honest with your guests!

"Do you believe it? General Molda actually even took out the stave that has been hidden for fifty years! "

"This kind of wine is a kind of shuttle fruit that only appears once in ten years in the prairie, mixed with ten years of fermented horse milk wine. It only exists when you bury it under the ground for 50 years!" The wine had a rich aroma and a mellow taste! One cup was worth one tael of gold! Hence, it was given the nickname Gold! "

When the officials heard this, they were all shocked! The high and mighty Molda was actually able to entertain them with such precious wine? They looked at each other and nodded, as if they had come to a decision.

After that, they carried their gift boxes and went forward one by one to say their warm words of thanks. Then, they piled the Night Pearls, boxes of precious treasures, gold, and other precious items one by one next to Molda.

As the master of the house, Moldar listened to the endless flattery, surrounded by gold, silver, and jewelry. He enjoyed the reverence and worship in his eyes, and he felt as if he was standing in the clouds.

The accompanying Steward Cong glanced at Mo Daheng's delighted expression, and stealthily straightened his back, lowering his chin as he thought to himself, General Cong really recognizes me the most. As for that 49? Hehe, why should I fear a mere foreigner?

At this time, Mo Yan walked into the hall with Ling on one hand while rubbing the Overlord Dinner on the other. The entire hall was filled with guests, but they couldn't find a single seat, so they asked very impolitely.

"Butler Cong, where should I be?"

The atmosphere that had just warmed up a little bit was immediately pushed back to its original point by the words of Ink Yan.

All of the officials, including Murong Nan, stared at Ink Yan.

Molda's face immediately looked displeased. The camaraderie created with a mouthful of gold was instantly broken by Ink Yan.

But he couldn't get angry yet. Ink Yan had actually brought him a large sum of money for three years in just one day. This ability alone was enough to give him a place at the banquet. After a moment's thought, Molda spoke.

"Butler Cong, arrange a seat for 49!"

However, the butler Cong, who originally wanted to bid farewell to Ink Yan, spoke out loudly in front of all the guests.

"General, 49 is only a slave! No matter how much he has contributed to you, we can't let him sit with the noble officials right now! "Therefore, this old servant suggests that you let 49 stand behind you with me!"

At this point, no one was praising Butler Cong. However, the Ink Yan who was inside could clearly feel the malicious glares from the officials of the upper echelons! The sort of disdain that a Bergman could share with a noble!

"Ling nervously tugged on Ink Mist's sleeve, exhorting her in a small voice." My Lord, the words of Butler Cong do make sense. Let's hurry and get to where we should be standing. "

However, in the end, Ling Ling still didn't know enough about Ink Mist. She did not understand that the Ink Yan after her teleportation was a nuclear weapon! She follows the principle of "I will not offend you, I will not offend you"! However, most of the time, it was just a mushroom cloud!

Thus, in front of the 'noble' crowd, Ink Yan looked down at all the officials present with a condescending manner. She then stood in the middle of the room and pointed at Steward Cong.

"Butler Cong, I still remember that you suggested me to stand behind the general because my status is too low and I can't be together with the noble officials, so as to not lower their noble image?"

"Yes sir!"

Steward Cong's answer was crisp and straightforward. His face was perfectly set, maintaining an upward angle of 35 degrees. Looking at people from such a perspective, it was the best way to achieve the intangible effect of looking down on them and humiliating them.

Ink Yan directly ignored the habit of disdain, humbly did the action I wanted to ask, followed by the next question.

"But Steward Cong, when I looked at the seats in front of me, I realized that Lord Qian Dai, a mere government official from the fourth tier, had unexpectedly lined up in front of Qiao Quan from the left tier! I just want to ask, how exactly do you arrange the seating arrangements for these distinguished officials? "

Housekeeper Cong proudly raised his neck.

"It was given in accordance with the value of their gifts!"

"I saw it when I was at the door. Master Qian Xuan had brought a statue of a Falling Flower Palace made of pure gold! The materials used were solid and the carving techniques were exquisite! It could be said to be an excellent item! Compared to the value of the Southern Red Agate Beads that Sir Qiao Quan brought, it's worth a full two times! "

"According to the rules of us Sirians! The people who could bring the most valuable things were the real guests! Thus, this old servant did not inform the general and followed the old rules! "

Hearing this, Ink Yan responded with an "oh", but turned her eyes towards the officials sitting in the seats. Although these people still maintained their basic etiquette, they were suddenly judged by the value of the gifts they received, and they were even openly referred to as a rule by others. How could these hosts who were still on the ground not be embarrassed?!

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the stadium fell to a freezing point.

"Forty-nine, stand behind me."

Ink Yan thought to herself, this is acquiescence. Mo Da actually tacitly consented to the housekeeper's actions, showing off his bandit character in front of the fawning officials. Then!

A radiant light quickly flashed through her eyes!

He said no on the spot! While everyone was still in shock, he pointed out a fourth rank official who was sitting at the very end.

"General!" According to the rules of the Heavenly Wolf! The person who brought the most precious treasures is the most noble guest! "

"Then I can use my head as a guarantee that the gift presented by this seated official is the most valuable of all the treasures! Him! He is completely qualified to replace the Southern Prince and to sit in his place and drink with the General! "