When the church bell rings, it means that night is officially coming.

Pavlin Castle ushered in a lively moment.

The distinguished people from all walks of life in the Pilgrimage City received notice that the noble voters and the destined saints of heaven came to the emperor, held banquets and invited nobles to the banquet.

This is ironic, because before King's Landing, candidates were hunted, like fantasy creatures.

Even to this day, this policy has not changed. Gods will not modify the policy, but only designated this group of electors for exceptions.

Therefore, many nobles understand that this time the arrival of voters is not a battle between the indigenous people, but a battle between the voters and voters.

Perhaps because of this reason, some nobles who lack force consciously choose to give up, and those who can come will be powerful figures, of course, some are ignorant, or those who cannot see the situation at all, etc., etc.

Therefore, the Pavlin Castle is brightly lit and has many distinguished guests. There are also a large number of strong men guarding nearby. There are probably dozens of legendary ranks alone, and there are several hidden pseudo-god levels.

With such a lineup, even an old balancing player like Brandon has to escape.

The magnificent carriages entered the castle, and the trained waiters were welcomed with great enthusiasm. Everyone was trained professionally, and there were enough good men to be responsible for safety and various matters, so there was no need to worry about King's Land.

The castle banquet hall is filled with all kinds of shrewd food.

The music was melodious, and the nobles wore gorgeous clothes and walked on the dance floor with the hands of young girls or gorgeous ladies. The waiters shuttled through them, and from time to time they could hear some greetings.

"Marquis de Paris, I am so happy to see you."

"Viss Femi, it's a great honor to see you."

"Cute Miss Lily, you are like the brightest star in the sky, making all girls look overshadowed."

"Oh, Secretary of the Exchequer Kimbrough, I am a fur merchant in Hollyn County, and a devout believer of the God of Wealth. My name is Buster. I have long admired you. I hope you can give me a chance to speak..."

Dialogues like this are endless.

A dance party is a social venue, a place where adults combine entertainment and work. For them, socializing is the most important job.

Standing on the balcony not far away, Junlin put his hand in his pocket and held a wine glass in his other hand.

Anne snuggled beside him, Junlin looked at the dance floor and smiled, "Do you remember the encounter between us?"

"Of course, who will forget?" Annie bit her lower lip lightly, and the light of love flashed in her eyes: "Then this time, are you planning to catch that princess at the dance? I think that Princess Lily is good."

"No, I don't mean that." Junlin hugged Annie's waist: "I mean, I used to attend other people's dance parties, and occasionally did sabotage. Now I hold a dance party, and then wait for others to do sabotage. This made me feel a little moved and made me understand what Feng Shui is.

"That's different." Annie pouted: "Others' dance parties are destroyed and it is involuntary. Your behavior can only be called fishing."

Junlin laughed.

At this moment, the wise sage Archbishop Loina came over, and the pope usually did not attend such occasions, so Loina represented the church.

Perhaps because of attending the dance, Archbishop Loina did not hold the Dharma book in her hand, nor did she wear her robe, but she did not wear a bright long skirt, but a white lace skirt, which made her rigorous and not rigid, maintaining her own image and not destroying the atmosphere.

Beside Loina is a fat man in gorgeous aristocratic costume, with an unfinished pastry stuffed in his mouth, which makes him whimper as he speaks.

"Hello, Mr. King Landing. I am the Grand Duke Barblitt Kay Ambriel Folundino Jonn Branson, the son of Grand Duke Gaurent Isidora Ambriel Cabucia Jonn Branson, his best son, I am the golden rank, but ordinary diamonds are not my opponent, I even had the record of overthrowing the king with bare hands, and won ten battles..."

The fat man was talking nonsense, making Junlin dizzy.

Looking at his plump belly and his big mouth that kept falling off breadcrumbs, Jun Lin nodded: "I guess those who lost to you are the strong men in your family."

"Not all, there are two outsiders. They work very hard, but how can they defeat geniuses like me?" The fat man Branson said, slapped the fat meat on his chest.

Then he set his eyes on Annie, his eyes shining brightly: "Oh my God! Who did I see? Are you an angel descending to earth?"

Anne resisted her disgust: "You have been too rewarded, I am the woman of King's Landing."

Grand Duke Branson turned his head and said to Junlin, "I can exchange my woman with you, ten, just one night."

Junlin had an unexpectedly good temper and just looked at Loyana.

Loina put her hand on the fat man's shoulder: "Shut up, Branson, Mr. King Land is the messenger of God."

The fat man said indifferently: "Isn't this a good deal? Many people are willing to exchange it with me."

"If you don't want to be thrown out by me, don't mention this again." Loina said with anger.

She turned to King's Landing: "I hope you won't mind. Grand Duke Branson wants to know you, so I brought him here. He has no bad intentions. You know, what he said just now is actually not uncommon among nobles."

"I can understand that the culture is different. After all, there are many Cecilia believers here." King Landing replied.

Cecilia, the god of desire and pleasure, is one of the lower gods in the plane of the gods, and the clergy is desire and pleasure.

There are nearly a hundred true gods in the Gods plane, but usually an ordinary high-level plane cannot meet the needs of so many gods, so the church of the gods usually only has some gods spreading their faith in one plane.

The lunar eclipse plane has faith transmission including the goddess of destiny, the goddess of magic, the god of tyranny, the god of guardianship, the god of knowledge and books, the god of business and wealth, the god of privacy and listening, and the god of desire and pleasure.

It is precisely because the goddess of desire spreads faith that it is normal for this plane to start a group carnival, and it is normal for a wife to swap a wife to be normal. Grand Duke Branson has no intention of insulting the king's land. He just does things according to his habits.

In his opinion, the greatest respect is to trade ten for Annie.

This is also the reason why Junlin didn't beat him up. Although his behavior was outrageous and he was nonsense, he did not have any malice, but he just didn't have any brains.

Junlin's answer made Loina feel relieved.

Although Branson is a fool, he has a prominent family background and a respectable status. He wants to meet Junlin, but Loine is not easy to refuse. Fortunately, this envoy is still quite enlightened and does not care about Branson, the fat man.

After a few greetings at this moment, Loina quickly sent the fat man away so that he would not say the wrong thing again.

You can forgive your mistakes occasionally. If you keep doing this, you won’t know when something big will happen.

Junlin saw her headache and smiled and said, "Actually, I like this fat man very much."

Annie glared at him: "Do you want to use me as an exchange?"

"Don't talk nonsense, baby." Junlin kissed her: "Go, go and join Tifa and the others, and by the way, give the gentlemen who want to invite you to dance, I'll chat with Archbishop Loina for a while."

"Okay, I haven't enjoyed the scene of the stars holding the moon for a long time. I really miss that time... although I won't be the only highlight this time." Annie replied.
Chapter completed!