Chapter 561 I Don’t Have to Go if I Say I Won’t

Invited to a dinner?

Grete frowned slightly and blurted out the word "no" almost on the spot. He has just arrived, and he has not sat down with his family to have a good chat, and now he is blocking the door?

He traveled thousands of miles and traveled several days and nights to get here, not just to attend a banquet at some city lord's mansion!

And no buffer is given. If you invite me on the same day, you will go to the banquet on the same day. As the old saying goes, three days are for invitations, two days are for barking, and one day is for mentioning. Coming to the door with a carriage, what does this mean?

However, before he could speak, the knight on the left side of the hut took a step forward and bowed slightly. He saluted Gretel and then turned towards the house with a smile on his face:

"The Lord of the City specially invites Mr. and Mrs. Karen, as well as all the young gentlemen and ladies, to attend the banquet together. Please——"

When it comes to Uncle Cullen's family, it's hard for Gretel to make decisions for others. What if Uncle Karen wants to go? What if Uncle Karen's family wants to take root in Heartland City and want to build relationships with them?

He looked across inquiringly. Uncle Karen has taken a step forward and is at a loss:

"This...how is this..."

The middle-aged soldier didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He is just an ordinary soldier. After struggling for more than ten years, he has only become the captain of the city guard. He is old and can no longer cross the threshold of a knight.

In this life, there is a chasm between you and the knight.

The messengers sent by the city lord's palace to treat guests, both of whom were knights, actually saluted him first?

He scratched his hands and feet and was very panicked. However, he really didn’t want to go to the banquet at the City Lord’s Mansion!

The City Lord's Mansion and the Viscount's Mansion are places that they cannot enter. They didn't invite them sincerely, they just invited Gretel to a banquet and brought their family along with them——

At that time, how many knights were standing, how many knights were sitting, how many knights were watching, how many knights were eating? There are also children, God knows how to be ignored!

However, the city lord invited two knights to serve as messengers. With his status, there is no room for refusal. In a dilemma, Karen could only look at Gretel for help: Are you going?

Gretel smiled instead. He walked calmly through the crowd, stood next to Uncle Karen, took his hand and turned to the knight who spoke:

"I'm very sorry. I've come a long way and am already very tired. I just want to catch up with my relatives for the time being. I won't go to today's dinner."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of letter paper and threw it in the air, but no movement was seen. The letter paper was densely packed and covered with writings. With another finger, the mage's emblem fell on the paper, and an oak staff wrapped with a small snake appeared:

"Please tell the city lord, I will definitely visit you in three days."

With a push, the letter landed on the floating saucer and floated directly in front of the knight. This series of actions was performed smoothly and perfectly, showing the style of a mage.

In the eyes of magicians, it's nothing. It's more than enough to fool others. Sure enough, the guards on both sides all showed awe and retreated silently.

The knight did not dare to say a word, but bowed and took the letter. Captain Cullen felt a little unsure:

"Hey, aren't you going now? After all, we are the city lord..."

"Uncle Karen, it's okay." Grete said with a smile on his face, holding Uncle Karen's hand slightly tightly, and said in a soft voice:

"I'm just a Viscount City Lord. I'm in Nevis. If the Viscount or something wants to see me for medical treatment, as long as it's not an emergency, he should make an appointment at least three days in advance."

His tone was soft, but his attitude was full of confidence. Captain Cullen was doubtful and looked at Gretel, then at the young girl next to him. Is it really no problem?

Now, can Grete really not even give the viscount face?

He was hesitant, and the knight who came to ask for help was even more unwilling to retreat directly. Look at this, look at that, always want to find out one more accurate words, so that I can explain to the city lord:

If you say you don't want to go, you don't have to go?

You are only a sixth-level mage, and you are not considered to be the top among the spell casters in the city, so why don’t you give face to the city lord?

Grete smiled slowly. He straightened his clothes, turned the mage badge and straightened it:

"Uncle, I have been out for four years, and now I am a sixth-level mage. Give me another four years, guess what level I can reach?"

As he spoke, he glanced to the side intentionally or unintentionally. Humph, he was once the deputy director of the emergency department. He was a treater for patients’ families and pharmaceutical companies. It’s not like he didn’t know how to extrapolate or throw shame on others!

The knight held the letter in his hands and met his eyes. Involuntarily, it’s a shiver:

How many levels can you reach? Master Gehrman, who presides over the mage tower outside the city, has only been promoted from level five to level six after so many years. This Nordmark mage rose from a trainee to level six in four years. How many levels will he reach in another four years, or even ten years?

A sixth-level mage can already sit on an equal footing with the city lord; a tenth-level mage and the earl in the county can only greet each other with courtesy and cannot give direct orders!

Such a young mage is really qualified and no one would give him face.

He bowed respectfully. When he straightened up again, his tone became much softer:

"I will take my leave. Master Nordmark, I will bring your words to you."

Gretel smiled and waved, letting him go. The knights, guards, and carriages all retreated, leaving no one behind for a moment. At this time, the doors and windows of the surrounding houses creaked open, and countless eyes were looking behind.

These are all close neighbors. To a large extent, they are all colleagues of the original body's father, uncles and uncles who watched the original body grow up. Gretel didn't care and pulled Uncle Karen into the house to slowly reminisce about old times.

Well, Uncle Karen is much older and fatter than four years ago~~~

Since Gretel was taken directly to Nevis, Uncle Karen has been transferred to the Military Supplies Department and no longer has to work hard to patrol out of the city. He has passed the peak of his physical fitness. If he fails to challenge the knights, he will have no hope. Currently, he is focusing on teaching his son.

The eldest son Edward followed him into the army, and the second son, in Uncle Karen's words, "Fortunately you left some books, and fortunately Pastor John was willing to teach him." I learned a few words, but I didn’t have the talent to be a priest or a magician, so I was sent to be an apprentice. At least it was more stable than a soldier...

It was getting dark while we were chatting. Aunt Eileen asked her two sons to join hands and bring out the dishes one bowl at a time from the kitchen. Gretel was holding a bowl of steaming broth, with a smile on his lips, and listened quietly to Uncle Karen's words.

As I listened, there was a loud knocking at the door. Karen went out to open the door and saw the housewife of a house opposite holding a pottery bowl and poking her head in with a smile:

"Little Gretel is back? - Our family just stewed meat today. Can you give me a bowl to try?"

Karen could only say thank you and accept. Just as we sat down and before we could say a few words, the youngest son of the neighbor on the left brought a basket and brought over a basket of fragrant baked potatoes.

In the middle of the meal, the door of Karen's house was knocked twenty or thirty times. Gretel had to find two floating plates and put them together on the edge of the table to put the dishes...

Serila's eyes moved and she kept laughing. It was a relief for Bernard, who sat beside the floating dish and munched. After almost finishing the meal, there was a bang, bang, bang, and another hammering on the door.

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Merry Christmas, folks!

Dear friends who are taking the postgraduate entrance examination, you will get everything right in the plenary session!