Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Chapter 513: Chapter 229 Evil Power Sorcery Formation (Two-in-One Big Chapter) _2

Upon arriving there, a faint noise of hustle and bustle reached his ears, and the mansion’s entrance was bustling with activity.

A casual glance revealed numerous luxurious carriages parked outside the mansion, most adorned with various noble crests, and a few without any emblem, likely belonging to some wealthy merchants.

Many people dressed as cavalry or guards were stationed around each carriage.

As Rein’s carriage approached, an elderly man in a tailcoat stepped forward with a smile and greeted, “May I ask if you are Baron Rein?”

“It is I!” Rein nodded as he disembarked from his carriage.

“Baron Rein, Lord Alonso has been waiting for you in the banquet hall for quite some time, please follow me,” the elderly man said as he bowed slightly and gestured with his hand.

Rein nodded, his face expressionless.

As he entered the mansion and approached the banquet hall, Rein saw Alonso smiling at him, wearing luxurious noble attire, with a brilliantly sewn gold kili bird emblem on his chest, which was particularly striking.

“Baron Rein, welcome. I hope you have a pleasant night here,” said Alonso with a beaming smile.

However, if it were Alonso’s true thoughts at that moment, they would be completely the opposite — “Cherish your last night in this world!”

Rein had long noticed Alonso’s false smile.

Indeed, just after he entered the mansion and arrived at the banquet hall, Rein felt a slight vibration from the Silver Conch Medal sewn inside his coat.

What this meant was self-evident!

Although Rein did not suspect others of the worst, in reality, the other party might be much more malicious than he imagined.

Fortunately, he had made some necessary preparations!

“Thank you for the invitation, Baron Alonso. I believe we both shall have a pleasant night,” Rein said, looking at Alonso with a meaningful glance.

For no apparent reason, at that moment, when Rein’s gaze met his, Alonso felt a shudder through his soul, as if he had been caught in the act of wrongdoing.

“Ah… of course!”

“Baron Rein, please come in!” Alonso’s expression changed and he coughed before speaking.

As the banquet progressed.

The hall became more crowded and livelier, with elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen hugging and dancing, while the maids walked back and forth, carrying drinks and delicacies.

“Baron Rein, do these delicacies not suit your taste?”

“I am full, Baron Alonso. I met with the Earl just a couple of days ago. You inviting me over, surely it wasn’t just to enjoy the food,” Rein pondered aloud, still bringing up Count Habs, hoping that Baron Alonso would not stray too far down the wrong path.

Upon hearing Rein’s words, Alonso was visibly taken aback, followed by a surge of anger in his heart.

What?

You think mentioning my father now will help you escape the inevitable?

Since you’re here today, there’s no going back.

With a solemn face, Alonso said, “Baron Rein, the master of the mansion and some distinguished guests would very much like to meet you, a promising young man.”

“They are already waiting for you in the inner conference room.”

“Alright!” Rein nodded.

Rein knew the main event was about to unfold.

He was not sure how they planned to deal with him.

He wouldn’t refuse, but followed Alonso through the banquet hall, and after passing through a long vaulted corridor, they reached a relatively quiet room.

Rein could sense that there were quite a few people inside, all breathing steadily.

As Alonso opened the door, Rein saw a very spacious room with a high ceiling, about four or five meters high, adorned with intricate glass-engraved vaulting.

The walls all around were also embellished with elaborate engravings. Additionally, there were dozens of bright wall lamps, under whose light sat a circle of nobles of various ages, all dressed in opulent clothing.

The reason he could tell they were nobles at a glance was due to the ornate clothes they wore, embellished with gold or silver threads, but even more conspicuous were the diverse noble crests on their chests.

The moment the door opened, everyone inside immediately stopped chatting and turned their gazes towards Rein’s towering figure.

Their looks, filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and even pity among other emotions, quickly led to some whispering among themselves.

Rein noticed that among the seated, apart from the nobility, there were also a few dressed in the cult’s standard black flame robes, blending in as if they were familiar faces.

It seemed they believed they were assured of victory and no longer needed to disguise their intentions.

Then, an older noble stood up and said sternly to Rein, “Young man, you are very brave.”

“I have always been brave,” Rein responded.

“And isn’t courage one of the requirements to become a knight?”

The older noble was taken aback, then nodded and commented expressionlessly, “Indeed, it seems our Baron Rein is a very courageous knight.”

Hearing the old man’s words,

everyone in the room couldn’t help but laugh heartily!

Courage?

What a fool!

Courage isn’t as important as surviving!

At this moment, in their view, no matter how strong Rein’s abilities were, even if he were a Great Knight, from the moment he arrived here, the advantage was no longer in his hands.