The ancient castle where the Glen family lived for generations stood quietly in front of Gauwen.

It is located on the top of the mountain, next to it is a steep cliff. The years of erosion and collapse of wind and rain have even caused the cliff to almost sink inward, giving way to the castle above it to appear to be an unsettling and shaky posture. The oldness of the castle itself has further aggravated the concerns of every visitor in this regard - however, a fortress standing on the top of the mountain and next to the near-bridge can indeed give people a shocking beauty.

Gao Wen started looking at the castle since he was still at the foot of the mountain. Until the carriage finally climbed to the top of the mountain along the wide slope and came to the castle, he sighed softly: "The people of the Gelan family are quite broad..."

Amber next to him was stunned: "You have been sighing at this all the way?"

Gao Wen looked at the half-elves for no reason: "What do you think?"

Amber opened her mouth and held it in for a long time but couldn't think of any other words. So she followed Gao Wen and looked up and sighed: "The people in the Gelan family are very broad..."

"Okay, stop feeling sad, go call the door."

The heavy black gate of Glen Castle slowly opened in front of Gao Wen. As the oak door inlaid with purple steel and copper runes opened to both sides, Gao Wen's gaze swept across their surfaces.

He saw mottled scars and some charred marks, which were still vaguely visible, although they had been modified.

Behind the gate is the brightly lit hall - the red carpet is paved from the main entrance to the stairs at the end of the hall, the maid and servants stand on both sides of the red carpet, while a tall middle-aged housekeeper stands in front. He bent down, his left hand stretched out like a swan's wing, guiding the distinguished guest into the gate.

The mistress of the Glen family stood in the center of the hall.

She is a tall but overly thin woman, around thirty years old, with long black hair, dark eye sockets, and a slightly pale complexion. However, before time could leave a mark on the lady's face, she was still a beautiful woman who could attract attention at the banquet hall.

While Gao Wen was stepping forward, the lady came forward just in time.

Everything was well-behaved and well-regulated, which made Gao Wen couldn't help but remember the Condor He visited last time - but there was only one chaotic and vain dream in Condor He, what else was there?

Gao Wenzhan smiled: "I hope my admonition will not cause trouble to my neighbors."

"Your arrival brings unprecedented glory to this land." Roppenni Glen bent down and saluted Gowen according to her own title. Gowen noticed that the noble lady was performing a noble manner of a man, but she was not surprised.

After the Glen family lost the male master, the vassal took on the role of male master. She was the lord of this land, and no news of remarriage has been reported so far, which is enough to show her attitude - at this moment, she welcomed the duke with the courtesy of male nobles, which is also a kind of "language" that only nobles can understand.

Gao Wen raised his eyes and looked at the end of the hall. Sure enough, on the wall between two curved stairs, he saw a huge portrait. A handsome young man with black hair, wearing a black coat and a snow-white shirt, stood in the painting with a calm smile. In front of the portrait, you can also see a white candlestick and the same snow-white "death chrysanthemum".

That should be the previous Viscount Glen. It is not surprising that his portrait is hung here, but the white candlestick and the chrysanthemum are quite unusual. For many contemporary nobles, the loyalty of marriage is limited to the premise that both parties are alive and their families are stable. Once one of them dies, then those who are still alive (whether gentlemen or ladies) will naturally find a new marriage partner as soon as possible after a brief mourning. This will not be regarded as a manifestation of "disloyalty", because a timely and wise marriage is precisely the necessary means to maintain family strength and support the development of the territory. A widow or widower who has been married multiple times can even be described as hot in some cases-

Ansu's huge, complex, bloated and dirty aristocratic genealogy and land transfer history were formed in such a "marriage war".

Gowen took his eyes off Viscount Glen's portrait, and thought of the information Amber had investigated in his mind. Then he turned his head and smiled slightly at Roppenni Glen: "Madam, you probably already know the news that Kant's lord was included in the Cecil family, and His Majesty the King's new corpsal - Cecil's lord has been connected with the Glen. This time I came here, just to visit my new neighbor."

"I should have taken the initiative to visit you to meet the rules," said Roppenni Glen, a slightly stiff smile. It seemed that her smile had been away from her for too long, so that it became awkward to mobilize the muscles on her face. "It's just that I left the territory a few days ago, and it was the last few days that I returned to here..."

"Rules," Gao Wen waved his hand, "We made rules back then, so as long as I don't care, you don't have to care about the rules."

After a brief and unnutritious polite remark, Viscount Roppeni invited Gauven and his close entourage (Amber) to the castle's living room. She had ordered people to prepare the most exquisite snacks and the best drinks, and Glen led the best harp players and bards to come and cheer them up.

After afternoon tea, there will be a very grand dance party in the castle, and the dinner party will be held in the middle of the dance party.

To be honest, Gao Wen had no interest in the dance party, and he was actually not interested in any welcome ceremony, but these were all necessary processes - and the dance party was nominally started because of him and held for him, but in fact a duke had nothing to do in such a "little castle" dance party, and no one would dare to invite him. The real meaning of the dance party was to become a social platform for the nobles of all sizes who came to see him.

With the visit of the Duke as a signboard, Roppenni can invite lords of all sizes around him to visit, or even invite aristocrats who are more powerful than her to come here. As long as she can successfully hold this banquet, the reputation of the Glen family will surely soar. Even if the nobles in the southern region are not very interested in the surname Cecil, they will also face up to the ability of Viscount Glen in the process of holding events - holding banquets and dances of all sizes in occasions that are not suitable for the knives to show their strength.

Gao Wen and Amber were not interested in these twists and turns, but the latter was at least satisfied with the fact that "there are a lot of people standing behind him to serve himself to eat." While eating the snacks brought by the maid, the half-elf lady muttered to Gao Wen: "Look at others, look at you, such a big Duke's mansion, your maids and servants are probably not as many here."

"Why do I want so many people to watch me eat? I feel upset," Gowen was chatting with Penny Ronald and Glen before. At this moment, the Viscountess went to confirm the situation in the banquet hall, and he started chatting with Amber, "You should eat slowly - there is still one meal tonight."

"God knows what the 'meal meal' is. Do radishes decorated with feathers or raw meat surrounded by a circle of colorful stones? I have seen the 'metic regular dinner' at the aristocratic banquet, which is not as good as the cakes baked by Betty," Amber stuffed a small cake into her mouth, swallowed it hard and blinked at Gao Wen, "Hey, have you noticed clues? Is there such...the incongruity of dreams?"

"No," Gao Wen didn't expect that Amber did not forget the serious business when he was eating Haisai. He looked at the other party and shook his head, "But I think this place is different from the original Condor Bourne. It should be that it is not affected by real dreams."

Amber looked at Gao Wen curiously: "How did you know?"

"Do you remember our experience in Condor? "Gaowen explained patiently, "Vissue Kant lived in seclusion, the castle never held any banquets, and almost no guests were invited. Even if I was a guest, there were no events in Condor Kantor taking advantage of this opportunity. This is because the more outsiders there are in the 'Real Dream', the greater the chance of dream collapse. A awake person will put a great burden on the ritual spells of the sleeper - but the Viscount Glen obviously has no concerns in this regard."

Amber nodded: "She invited many people to visit you..."

Gao Wen casually knocked on the half-elf Miss’s head: “There is no strange atmosphere like Kant’s. It is open to the public, which basically cuts off the possibility of large-scale dream illusions covering the castle. Of course… the specific situation needs to be observed to determine.”

At this moment, the Viscountess, who went to check the banquet hall, returned to the room, and sat down in front of Gao Wen: "I hope I haven't asked you to wait too long."

"No need to mind, I'm enjoying the collection here," Gao Wen said casually, his eyes sweeping around the oil paintings and wooden carvings displayed for guests in the living room. "A very good collection."

"These are all kept by my husband during his lifetime," said Roppeni lightly. "He loves art and especially painting. There are some of them that he even painted by himself."

Gao Wen stood up and walked casually to a painting depicting a large farmland and a house: "It is rare to see anyone painting the farmland on a canvas."

In this era, "painting" is a high-end and luxurious artistic enjoyment. Basically, only aristocrats, churches and wealthy people have the ability to spend money on it. Therefore, the audience of paintings is only those "high-ranking people". The content of paintings can be described as monotonous and boring, and basically there are only various portrait paintings, religious paintings, and paintings depicting the life of the castle palace.

“This is my husband’s work,” Roppenni Glen explained, “he likes to draw what he saw outside, even if it’s a dirty bullpen and a shabby barn.”

"So that's it," Gao Wen turned around, smiling, "very good."

At this moment, a servant suddenly pushed open the door of the living room and walked quickly towards Viscount Roppennie.

Gao Wen noticed that the expression on the attendant's face was quite nervous.

"Madam," said the attendant, who stopped in front of the Viscount, and spoke quickly, "Miss Patty said she felt uncomfortable..."
Chapter completed!