It All Starts with the Wizard

Seeing Anthony leave, Roman has no interest in pestering him anymore. This kind of mental retardation, who has not experienced the severe beatings of society, is not worth his wasted energy.

The old king on the stage said some kind words with a smile on his face, and the guests below all agreed with each other consciously. It can be said that the host and the host are enjoying themselves.

Roman and Raven two still sat in their original positions and didn't get involved. Fortunately, no one had the intention to pay attention to the two insignificant people at this time.

Roman's mental power quickly scanned the superstructure of the castle, and apart from some secret rooms for storing gold and silver jewelry, nothing special was found.

Roman is not surprised at this, because according to the ninth saint, the location of the monastery is below the castle, in the midst of Mount Waddin, but the saints have been there since they came out of the monastery. He has never been allowed to enter the monastery, so he does not know the specific entrance.

Just to be on the safe side, Roman first glanced at the superstructure of the castle to avoid any omissions.

Spiritual power all the way down, and soon permeated the lower buildings of the castle. The lower floors of the castle are mostly wine cellars and storage rooms, and even some prisons similar to prisons, but there is nothing except blood stains. People are locked inside.

Roman's mental power searched the past room by room, but found nothing. There was no secret passage and no other entrances and exits, and there was no way to lead to the monastery at all.

Roman slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of doubt in his eyes:

"Don’t the saint tell the truth? There is no monastery here. He just made up an excuse to fool me? No, it’s not possible. He should know that this will not cause me much trouble, but it will To make his situation worse, I must have missed something, but what is it?"

At this time, there was a burst of applause in the hall. The old king had finished his speech. At the same time, another tall and tall young man stepped onto the podium. Through some fragmentary words, Roman knew that he should be under the Taman Kingdom. An heir.

Soon after the young man stepped onto the stage, an old man in the costume of the archbishop walked out from behind the scenes. The crowd was amazed, and they all bowed their heads to salute, and suddenly a voice praising Suma sounded in the hall.

Roman looked at the old man with interest. He gave Roman a completely different feeling from Archbishop Kenneth. His whole body was full of surging sacred power. It seemed that he was not the type that could only deal with political affairs, but was more inclined to fight.

"Hey, there seems to be something weird here."

Indeed, according to the truth, such things as the initiation ceremony for the royal heirs should be handed over to the archbishops who commemorate them. In any case, an archbishop who is obviously a combatist should not be sent. So Roman secretly paid attention to him and continued. Begin to search the lower level of the castle carefully.

The banquet reached its climax after the archbishop blessed the heirs of the kingdom on behalf of the church, and the nobles surrounded them one after another, vying to discuss with the next king.

At this moment, a blond figure walked over again with a wine glass. Seeing this man, Raven's eyes immediately became cold, and his hands subconsciously stretched out to the lower back, but Roman suddenly coughed slightly. With a sound, she stopped the movement in her hand.

Anthony sat directly on the sofa opposite Romain, looked at Romain arrogantly, and said:

"If I remember correctly, the invitation you are holding should belong to Baron Burren, but obviously, you are not him, so why did you appear at this banquet?"

Roman squinted at him and said with a smile:

"Mr. Anthony, it seems that you just went to investigate us. This is not what a nobleman should have."

Anthony glanced at Raven Er next to him, and smirked:

"Hehe, I'm not investigating you. It's just that the guests present at this banquet are all distinguished guests. As the son of Grand Duke Hope, I naturally have to pay attention to prevent some mischievous people from getting in."

When talking about Grand Duke Hope, his chin was slightly raised a little bit, and he looked down at Roman with a bird's eye view. Obviously, the identity of Duke Hope's son made him very proud and full of confidence.

If under normal circumstances, no one wants to offend Duke Hope’s people in Waddinburg, nothing else, just because Duke Hope is the only one among the nine United States who has the title of duke and is recognized by the church. The great nobles, in the Taman Kingdom, can be said to be under one person and above ten thousand people.

Before Roman came to know some famous nobles in Waddinburg, he naturally knew the name of Grand Duke Hope, but to him it was just a name, and it did not pose a threat at all. Roman put down his wine glass with his hands. Crossed in front of you, and said calmly:

"I think you have misunderstood. Dear Mr. Anthony, Baron Burren was unwell by accident. In order to show respect for the royal family, he specially entrusted us to participate in this banquet. There is no other meaning."

Anthony sneered:

"Oh? A small businessman, not even a nobleman, has any qualifications to attend such a grand banquet on behalf of a baron? Are you worthy?"

Roman shrugged~www.wuxiaspot.com~ said helplessly:

"Who knows, maybe you should ask our respected His Majesty the King to see if he welcomes me."

Anthony glanced at Roman contemptuously, then looked at Ya Er, with a lewd smile, and said:

"You don’t look at what identity you are, and you deserve to alarm your majesty the King. Believe it or not, I only need an order, and you will be imprisoned on the charge of breaking in, and your chamber of commerce will also be closed overnight. Bankrupt, and this beautiful lady, your wife, hehe, there must be a lot of people interested in her."

The murderous intent flashed in Ya Er's eyes, she could not bear this shameless little person any more, she felt that it was her negligence to let the master talk to such a person.

Roman still had that faint smile, glanced at Anthony, and said sincerely:

"Dear Mr. Anthony, in my hometown, there is a saying that makes sense. It is called: Stay on the sidelines and meet each other in the future. I sincerely advise you, don’t provoke anyone you don’t understand. It is very likely to cheat you. Now, after drinking this glass of wine, turning around and leaving, I will assume that nothing has happened. Everyone will be very happy. What do you think?"

"Hehe, I don't think so much!"

Hearing what Roman said, Anthony suddenly sneered and glanced at the ceremonial stand. After confirming that the blessing ceremony was over, he threw the wine glass on the ground heavily, then stood up and shouted:

"Guard! Guard! There are spies here! Get them quickly!"

Seeing this scene, Roman looked at Ya Er helplessly, and after seeing the excitement and killing intent in her eyes, he shook his head and sighed.

"Since ancient times, confidantes have been troublesome, the ancients sincerely don't deceive me."