In total, six nobles!
And apart from a haughty-looking girl, everyone else exuded a commanding presence.
Although the entire parlor appeared calm on the surface, with only Antova and the short man beside her conversing.
In reality, a sense of impatience was permeating the space.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Antova’s temple.
"Billy, have the servants prepare some pastries made with Gula milk and sour berries for the esteemed guests to try," Antova maintained a smile on her face and spoke amicably to the short man beside her:
"Sour berries are small fruits from our countryside, sweet and tangy~ The pastries made with high-quality wheat flour, mixed with Gula milk are..."
"When will that esteemed person arrive?" At this moment, a man clad in armor suddenly interrupted Antova, his voice booming as he spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else who was talking suddenly stopped, their attention instantly shifting to Antova.
"Hmph, what sour berry pastry, I won’t eat it!" The haughty girl scoffed, openly rejecting it.
"Lady Blando, that esteemed person resides in your Azaenn Castle. We came here this time just to meet him... or rather, we are busy and have other matters to attend to."
The white-haired elderly woman, who had originally been resting her eyes, opened them to reveal pupils more black than white, looked at Antova slowly, her voice hoarse.
Beside Antova was a short man with small mustaches on his lips, who looked endearingly clumsy and somewhat resembled a goblin rather than a human.
This man had been chatting with Antova but sighed inwardly at the change in atmosphere and was about to speak.
However, just at that moment, the door opened.
A small figure walked in from behind the door, lips red, teeth white, a composed expression, medium-length brown hair flowing smoothly, dressed in exquisite and luxurious fiery red attire.
Lin Ke slowly walked in, followed by John, who dared not breathe loudly.
Upon seeing Lin Ke, everyone couldn’t help but focus their gaze on him.
Lin Ke’s eyes were calm like water.
Having received a good noble education from Butler Billy and others since childhood, his actions were noble and elegant, and if not for his youthful face, there was an aura of innate authority.
This didn’t seem like the wisdom a six-year-old should possess.
Nor did it resemble the arrogance of an ordinary noble child.
The haughty noble girl, about ten years old, had her eyes lit up upon seeing Lin Ke, but she didn’t speak.
"What an excellent bloodline." The white-haired elder woman exclaimed upon seeing Lin Ke, sensing something.
"No scent of waves... this child hasn’t inherited the Garoce bloodline?" The armored man also turned towards Lin Ke, his voice carrying a hint of doubt: "Nor does he have the Blando’s solid rock aura... boy, which branch does your maternal family belong to?"
Lin Ke glanced over, sensing the powerful bloodline energy within the armored man, and softly counter-asked: "May I ask who you are?"
The armored man did not answer, seemingly waiting for Lin Ke’s response.
And Lin Ke, seemingly awaiting his answer too.
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
Lin Ke then calmly withdrew his gaze, saying nothing, silently walking to stand in front of Antova.
A flicker of anxiety appeared in Antova’s eyes, but she too could say no more, as sometimes a man’s dignity is more vital than other matters.
Let alone the dignity of a noble heir.
At times , in front of outsiders, whether it was Antova, Fulon, Butler Billy, or John, they all had to follow Lin Ke’s lead.
If they let Lin Ke give in easily, it would deal a terrible blow to the noble reputation of Azanen.
Once Antova stood up, Lin Ke sat down calmly in his seat, surveying the surroundings: "Welcome, esteemed guests."
"Hmph, boy, quite the posture!" The armored man chuckled, immediately applying pressure with his aura.
A powerhouse of at least level ten!
Upon sensing this aura, Lin Ke’s pupils contracted slightly.
Butler Billy behind him moved his fingers a bit, seemingly wanting to do something but restrained himself.
"Haha, yes, little Lin Ke! Your demeanor is just like your father’s! Quite the posture!" At this moment, the short man next to Lin Ke laughed twice and stood up, seemingly echoing the armored man’s words.
However, everyone present could perceive that the armored man’s aura was directly blocked by the stance of the short man.
"Mr. Akel, are you intending to oppose Count Giant Sword?" The armored man stood up, emitting a murderous aura, direct and outspoken.
This was the slaughterous aura refined on the battlefield!
"No, no, no, Count Giant Sword is so mighty, I’m just a businessman, how dare I oppose him?" Akel waved his hand with a smile, then slowly sat down.
"Hmph." A cold snort came from within the armored man’s helmet as he sat back down, his armor clattering, but he couldn’t pressure Lin Ke further.
"More than your two family’s issues, I’m more interested in what bloodline Mr. Lin Ke has?" The white-haired woman’s attention remained on Lin Ke.
Lin Ke glanced at Akel first, not expecting that the person Lady Heshan pledged allegiance to was this diminutive Pet Count.
He then gave a slight smile to the elderly woman: "Granny, who might you be?"
The elderly woman answered calmly, even with a hint of coldness: "I’m from the Eternal Freeze Court, responsible for investigating the Parrot City incident."