Du Di'an was slightly angry, thinking that it was you who stole my way, but you even said that I don't have eyes.
Thinking of Pet's instructions, he still resisted the urge to refute, and said: "It was Mr.
Pet who led the way."
I came here.
"Who is Peter?"
The middle-aged nobleman frowned, "You actually brought a scavenger here.
Are there any rules?"
"Mr.
Mace" At this time, a voice came from behind.
Dudian and the middle-aged noble looked together.
It was the tough old man Dudian saw in the office today.
He put on a black gentleman's suit and stood beside him.
The middle-aged lady held his arm, and the two of them were affectionate, as if they were husband and wife.
At this time, the old man saw Du Di'an and said in surprise: "Little guy, what are you doing at the door?
Didn't Pete come with you?"
Dudian said honestly: "Mr.
Pett just went in."
At this time, the middle-aged nobleman named Metz frowned and said: "Lao Luo, you know him?"
The old man smiled and said: "We just met.
This little guy is the seed of this generation of scavengers.
I will have to rely on Mr.
Mace to take care of him in the future."
"So that's it."
Metz seemed to understand and glanced at Dudian: "Little guy, choose our Mellon Consortium because you are discerning.
Please be careful when walking in the future.
Don't be in a hurry.
There are no rules at all."
Dudian's face was ugly and his fists were tightly clenched in his sleeves.
The old man quickly said: "Little guy, apologize to Mr.
Metz, go in first, be careful in the future, the banquet is about to start, don't delay at the door."
After saying that, he winked at Dudian and signaled He just accepted his mistake and got over it.
Dudian looked at the trace of anxiety on his face and knew that he was trying to save himself.
He also knew that as long as he apologized, this episode would be over.
However, he did not feel happy at all in his heart.
Instead, he felt that his whole body and limbs were gradually getting colder.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that whether something is right or wrong has nothing to do with the matter itself.
What depends on right or wrong is only each other's identity and status.
And these two are the difference in strength between the two sides.
He suddenly understood that the truth is only in the hands of powerful people "I'm sorry."
He lowered his head and said the words of apology.
Behind him were the brilliant lights and melodious music in the hall.
His face was hidden in the shadows, and all he could see were the other party's exquisite boots.
Then, he saw the boots move and turned around and entered the hall.
The old man seemed to glance at him, but said nothing and followed him in.
"These civilians, no matter how well they are trained and taught, will never learn the rules."
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Mace's voice reached his ears from far behind, followed by the old man's echoing laughter.
Dudian still lowered his head and clenched his fists.
After a long time, he raised his head slightly and looked at the vast manor in front of him and the lanterns in front of him.
Suddenly he felt that staying in the darkness where the lanterns could not illuminate seemed to Much freer.
At this time, another noble carriage came galloping.
Dudian silently withdrew his gaze, did not continue to stay at the door, and turned around and entered the hall.
The spacious and huge hall was illuminated by oil lamps as if it were daytime.
A large number of servants were seen carrying wine and cut fruits, walking back and forth in the hall, melodious piano music was playing in the front of the hall, and people were standing and dressing up everywhere in the hall.
Exquisite and sophisticated nobles stood together in groups chatting.
After what happened before, Dudian was no longer in the mood to enjoy this rare luxury gathering.
He came to the window sill with the fewest people, leaned against the window, and looked at the people coming and going in the hall.
He felt like a A moving picture scroll was turning in front of his eyes, and his heart remained unmoved, even slightly bored, until suddenly two figures in black uniforms appeared in his sight, interrupting his trance.
"Hunter" Dudian immediately recognized that the medals on the shoulders of the man and the woman were not the outline of a giant wall of scavengers, but a black falcon.
I saw that these two hunters were extremely young, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
After entering the banquet, when they passed many nobles along the way, these nobles took the initiative to say hello to them.
It was obvious that they had known each other for a long time.
Soon, the two hunters came to the center of the banquet, where several middle-aged nobles were standing.
Metz, whom Dudian had apologized to earlier, was also standing there.
Next to him was a fat lady and a man with a haircut.
A lean middle-aged man with a mustache.
After the two hunters passed by, several middle-aged nobles smiled and chatted with them.
Dudian was too far away to hear what was said, but it was obvious that these two hunters had a high status in front of the nobles. .
"Hunter" Dudian's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly thought of Rosyard's alchemy notes.
One of them recorded something that impressed him deeply, which was the vivisection of the hunter.
What happened was that a young hunter received a mission and came to hunt him.
However, he used poison made by a potion master to restrain him.
He used it as his own experimental subject.
He directly dissected him alive without using anesthetics.
Countless pieces of meat.
Rosyard found the components of alien flesh and blood from the hunter's body, which inspired him a lot of inspiration, and was one of the factors that later led to his success in certification as a three-star alchemist.
"Hey, scavenger."
Just as Dudian was thinking, a figure suddenly sounded.
Du Dian turned his head and looked around.
The person speaking was an old man with white hair and a kind face.
He was holding an old walking stick with a thumb-sized jade embedded on the top.
His clothes were relatively simple.
"Can you come to the party here?
Are you the seed target of the consortium?"
the white-haired old man said with a smile.
Dudian nodded slightly and said: "You are" The white-haired old man smiled and said, "I'm Fulin Lane, nice to meet you."
"Lian" Dudian's eyes moved.
The place where the desert test was held three years ago seemed to be a noble territory called Ryan.
Noticing the slight change on Dudian's face, the white-haired old man said with a smile: "You must have heard some things about our Lane family, but those are all old things, so don't mention them.
But you, are you interested in becoming a knight of our Lane family?"
"Knight" Dudian was surprised.
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He was no longer in the situation where he knew nothing three years ago.
After studying hard in the library for the past three years, his understanding of the world also became clearer.
The so-called knights are not just It is a simple title, but only after professional training and strict assessment by the Knights Hall can one obtain the knight certificate.
"I didn't make it clear."
The white-haired old man said, "It's just a name in the establishment.
Our family will give you the salary of a formal knight, and you only need to help our Lane family explore the wilderness once a year."
Dudian immediately understood his purpose and said curiously: "This should be against the contract, I can still go out to scavenge for your family alone."
"Of course."
The white-haired old man smiled and said: "It's just that this is a private behavior, and you need to bear the cost of passing through the giant wall.
In fact, many nobles have privately trained some scavengers, although they cannot be compared to you regular scavengers.
"Compared to this, you can still make some profits outside the giant wall.
You can rest assured that our family will provide the toll for the giant wall
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