Chapter 121: His Majesty Ranta Atalan's Eyes...
the next day,
7pm,
Xirui appeared in the royal banquet hall on time wearing a dark blue dress.
The suit was well-tailored, fitting his slender figure. The dark blue fabric shone slightly under the light, making him look more upright and elegant.
There was an exquisite silver brooch pinned to the collar of his suit, which was a gift when he bought a high-end custom-made suit - since he didn't like those accessories, he just made do with it, it was all the same anyway.
After all, Xirui didn't come here to show off, he had a mission.
The banquet hall was brightly lit, and the crystal chandeliers reflected brilliant light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight.
A painting of a golden sun hung on the golden wall, and the entire floor was covered with a thick red carpet, which was soft and silent when stepped on.
The waiters, dressed in neat uniforms and carrying silver trays, shuttled among the guests. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the aroma of high-end champagne.
Xirui stood at the entrance, his eyes swept across the hall, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a casual smile.
His appearance attracted the attention of many guests. All those who came to this banquet were prominent figures. Xirui's temperament was completely different from that of the nobles present - less reserved, more casual and uninhibited.
The waiter came up immediately with a tray:
"Good evening, sir. How may I be of assistance to you?"
"Thank you. Where is Mr. Ian?"
Xirui casually took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, gently shook the liquid in the glass, then took a sip, his eyes wandering around the hall, as if looking for something.
The waiter bowed apologetically and said, "It seems that Lord Ian has gone out for something."
Xirui nodded.
Not far away,
Several young noble female insects were talking in low voices, glancing at Xirui from time to time with a bit of curiosity and inquiry.
"Who is that?"
"I don't know, it's a male insect!"
"I haven't seen him before. He shouldn't be a noble, right?"
"How can you attend this dinner if you are not a noble?"
“…”
Xirui didn't care and adapted well.
At this moment,
The door of the banquet hall opened again, and a familiar figure appeared at the door.
It was Ian who came in.
He was wearing a white suit with black embroidery, which made him look slender and elegant.
The suit was embroidered with dark patterns, which exuded luxury in a low-key manner and complemented his long, inky hair.
Ian saw Xirui coming over, his eyes stayed on him for a moment, then he raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his tone:
"You went to help the seedlings grow without our knowledge? How come they've grown so much taller?"
Hearing this, Xirui deliberately straightened his back, lowered his head slightly to look at Ian, and raised his eyebrows provocatively:
"What? Are you jealous? This is the result of drinking milk every day. Can I recommend a brand of milk to you?"
Yian looked at his smug expression and could not help but remain speechless, saying in a light tone:
"……No."
Xirui was unwilling to let go of this opportunity. He deliberately took a step closer and said in a low voice:
"Don't be embarrassed."
"Although you are shorter than me now, our brotherhood will never change."
Ian glanced at him with a look of helplessness and disgust in his eyes, but did not respond.
He turned around and took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, took a sip, and glanced across the banquet hall, seeing those noble female insects.
Ian pointed to the one in the middle who was the center of attention:
"That's the noble son of the Obedi family—Obeli. He's the Obedi family head's most beloved daughter and his only son."
"The head of the Obedi family's wife, one of the four founding earls, never remarried after her death, so Obedi inherited the earldom."
Seeing this, Xirui finally looked over:
"She seems to be in her teens. My principle is not to use guns on minors."
In Xirui's opinion, he is really a little brat. He is indeed only in his teens. He looks very immature and quite young.
Ian glanced at him sideways:
"He's an adult, and O'Belli doesn't have much say. Even if you beat him to a pulp, it won't do any good."
Xirui shrugged and smiled, "Maybe I'm shorter, so I look younger."
Ian: "...Why don't we put the topic of height aside for now."
There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"Master Obedi is still in an audience with His Majesty Attaran. It seems they've been talking for quite a while."
Xirui nodded: "It's okay, I can wait, I don't have anything else to do today."
"Yes,"
Xirui suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Ian.
"Boss Jin asked me to convey his belated congratulations to you on the successful development of the YH drug."
Ian glanced at him and said calmly:
"Yes, President Jin actually sent me a big red envelope."
Upon hearing this, Xirui's silence was deafening.
"Why don't I have any?"
Yian said curiously, "Did you go into the lab or something? Why do I have to give you a big red envelope?"
Xirui was heartbroken:
"I've worked so hard for you, starving myself, and doing so much for you. You can't treat me like this, or I'll quit right now."
While the two men were arguing, Master O'Beili was already walking towards them - to be precise, towards Xirui.
When O'Beri came closer, Xirui discovered that the young master had long light yellow hair, which was tied into an exquisite braid and hung behind his head with slightly curled ends.
Master O'Beili has a handsome face, a hint of shyness in his eyes, and his manners reveal the reserve and politeness unique to aristocrats.
In fact, at such a young age, many male insects had already shown interest in him and were willing to give him the position of female lord or female servant.
But O'Brien looked down on them.
Master Aubrey stopped in front of Xirui, bowed slightly, and performed a standard noble salute. His voice was soft and respectful:
"Respected Sir Male Insect, may I have the honor of asking you to dance with me?"
——He fell in love with Xirui.
Xirui's eyes did not fall on O'Beili's face, but on his hair. The long light yellow hair shone softly under the light.
This color is a little bit like gold.
But, not gold.
Xirui had seen the most dazzling golden hair in the world, as bright as the sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to look away.
——Although, that was only in a dream.
One year, Xirui may have been too obsessed with playing games and started dreaming.
In his dream, he felt like he fell into the water, and an extreme feeling of suffocation came over him, as if he would drown in another second.
Water rushed in from all directions, pressing on his chest and making it difficult for him to breathe.
How could Xirui not know swimming, an essential survival skill?
At first, Xirui thought that this dream was just a simple wilderness survival dream, simple and nothing special.
Only later did the dreams begin to become complex and real.
In his dream, he was walking through a dense jungle, hunting deer, and found a seriously injured blonde beauty in the wilderness.
The beauty was so beautiful, her golden hair sparkled in the sun, her skin was as white as snow, and she looked like she had walked out of a painting.
Although covered in wounds, the beauty's eyes were still sharp and she was full of vigilance towards Xirui.
Xirui tried to strike up a conversation with the beauty, and even if she had a cold face, he could still show his social skills.
The beauty was covered in blood. There was a penetrating wound on her snow-white thigh, and the blood had dyed her trouser legs red.
When Xirui found him, the beauty was almost rolling in the mud, her whole body was covered in mud and blood, and she looked extremely miserable.
But he has a gun in his hand.
Xirui ignored the threats from the beautiful woman and the gun pointed at him. Instead, he stretched out his hand and easily snatched the gun from her hand, playing with it in his hand.
A seriously injured patient could not pose any threat to Xirui.
At that time, Xirui was fiddling with the gun and said with a smile:
"Your gun is nice, isn't it? Good stuff?"
The beauty was so angry at Xirui's behavior that her face turned even worse, her chest heaved violently, and in the end she was so angry that she vomited blood.
It's too big, it's too dangerous.
Xirui was completely confused - at that time he didn't realize that he was dreaming. After all, a person who is dreaming cannot realize that it is a dream.
In short, Xirui was startled and quickly threw his gun aside. He hurriedly pulled the beauty out of the mud, carried her on his back, and carried her back to his tree hole where he took refuge, through mud and water.
There is a stream about one kilometer away from the tree hole.
Xirui carefully helped the beauty clean the wound, and used his medical knowledge, which was rich in theory but general in practice, to clean and bandage the beauty.
The jade-white snow is everywhere.
The gilded water flows like countless rays of light.
It's like washing a cat.
Cats don't like taking baths.
Speaking of this, Xirui really has no defense against men. If you have to ask him, they are all men, what is there not to see?
Although the beauty still had a cold face and was stripped naked by the enthusiastic Xirui, for some reason, her face became redder the more she washed.
After washing, he discovered that there was a thorny vine wrapped around the beauty's thigh. The thorn pricked Xirui, and half of his finger became numb immediately.
——Oh my god, what the hell is this? It’s poisonous and contains anesthetic!
No wonder the beauty didn't struggle even though her face looked so fierce. It turned out that she didn't have the strength to struggle at all. She had already used all her strength to lift the gun.
While Xirui was busy, he kept chattering, trying to ease the other person's tension.
"Where are you from? Why are you so badly injured?"
"Your blonde hair looks really good, is it natural?"
"Hey, don't glare at me, I'm your savior!"
That was the first time Xirui dreamed of the blonde beauty.
Getting medicine was another big problem. Xirui searched for a long time before he found some herbs that were better than nothing. But even a good cook cannot cook without rice. This really stumped Xirui.
The beautiful lady simply glanced at the few damaged herbs scattered on the ground, a complex look flashing in her light golden eyes.
His face was still pale, but much better than before.
After washing and reluctantly applying medicine, the beauty sat in the corner of the tree hole, her white back leaning against the rough wooden wall, her head slightly lowered, combing her wet and beautiful golden hair with her fingers.
Drops of water dripped down the ends of her hair, sparkling faintly in the dim light.
Like sowing seeds of light.
The beauty's movements are graceful and beautiful. Even when she is in a miserable situation, she still maintains her innate decency and etiquette.
He spoke softly, like the melting snow in a mountain stream:
"Ranta, my name."
Xirui blinked, then laughed and looked up his game nickname:
"You can call me Cerie."
…
The memories came to an abrupt end, and Xirui's eyes refocused on Master O'Beili in front of him.
He smiled slightly, his tone relaxed but a little distant:
"Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer."
Master O'Belli obviously didn't expect to be rejected. A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his polite smile.
"It's alright, sir. If you don't mind, we can chat."
Xirui raised his eyebrows and was about to find another excuse to shirk responsibility when he realized that the surroundings were suddenly silent.
The door of the banquet hall was opened again, and the originally bustling banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the door.
The guests saluted in unison, their voices low and respectful:
"Greetings to His Majesty Atalan."
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
——It was the emperor of the empire, His Majesty Atalaan.
His Majesty Atalan of the Empire is fully worthy of being written into the heroic epic.
In terms of his military and political achievements, his name is enough to be engraved on the first page of history.
With a high reputation and stunning appearance, he is a natural king, destined to stand at the pinnacle of power.
His Majesty the Emperor's clothing is mainly white, with gold thread embroidered on the edges. From the collar to the hem, and even to the cuffs and hem edges, they are embroidered with complex and exquisite gold thread patterns.
It made His Majesty Atalan look like a high and untouchable god, both noble and out of reach.
This year,
His Majesty Atalan is forty-seven years old.
For the Zerg, whose average age is 150, this age is actually not considered old.
At the age of forty-seven, he was in the prime of life, at the height of his power and wisdom.
However, time is merciless after all. Even His Majesty Atalan, who is known as the sun of the empire, cannot escape the traces of time.
There are already faint wrinkles at the corners of His Majesty's eyes, like the strokes of time gently brushing by. They do not seem abrupt, but instead add to the charm and calmness of an elder.
Although her blonde hair was still shiny, if you looked closely, you could see a few very light strands of silver mixed in between the strands, like traces of moonlight on wheat ears.
His Majesty Attalan now has a kind of weary beauty in his demeanor that comes from supreme power.
That kind of beauty is like a sunflower, you can only watch it from a distance and not get close to it.
Xirui stood in the crowd, and in this almost dead silent moment, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the touch of gold.
His heart seemed to skip a beat, and some blurry yet clear images flashed through his mind.
The golden hair looks like gilded gold.
In a trance, light and shadow overlap.
It was as if there was a voice in the memory:
——"Ranta, my name."
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