The back hall is much smaller than the front hall, but the decoration is more refined.

The gray-white walls are outlined with golden lines, which complement the various paintings and accessories hanging.

The ground is also covered with thick soft fur carpets.

This carpet is made from the fur of a saber-toothed giant tiger with a level 10 blood power as raw material, and is processed by the most skillful female worker in the entire Southern Osram. If one of the carpets is broken, there is no way to repair it. You can only hunt one and remade it.

Just this carpet shelf has exceeded tens of thousands of gold coins.

Not to mention the famous paintings on the wall.

The cost of this back hall can be seen.

After Frederick pushed open the back hall, he stepped onto the soft carpet and crushed the street stall with his hard military boots, as if he was going to rub the dirty things on the soles of the shoes on the street stall first.

A waiter rolled his eyes when he saw the strong man who suddenly rushed in doing such a rude thing, but he still politely stepped forward to ask Frederick's identity first.

You know, the identities of these young people behind here are extraordinary. If the waiter rashly lets people in and makes the group of young people unhappy, then the waiter will be in great trouble.

But just as the waiter was about to speak, the young people inside also saw Frederick walking in.

When these young men saw Frederick coming, they all stood up to greet him.

The waiter stopped immediately when he saw the formation.

Who is this person in a shabby military uniform? These more than a dozen young masters and young ladies with amazing identities actually stood up to greet them.

The waiter thought to himself as he retreated to the wall.

"Boss! Are you actually rushing back?! At first, Roman told me that I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect it to be true." A muffled voice came over.

When the waiter saw that it was the big black man from Arthur's house - Grayfors.

Even Grayfors wants to call the boss, and there seems to be only one in the entire Republic.

That is Frederick Napoleon, the eldest son of Speaker Napoleon III!

"Oh, Grayfos, you guy is strong again! It seems that the mountain master's food is good. Today is the first time my third brother has changed his surname, so of course I will come to his banquet."

Graves walked up to Frederick and saluted Frederick.

Following Grayfors's words, various greetings came.

Those who are more intimate with Frederick usually call him the boss.

The name Frederick, who is not very close, is also called Frederick Brother.

As the oldest among this group of second generations, Frederick can afford the respectful title of these people in terms of identity and strength.

As he walked, he nodded and greeted the young man who greeted him.

When I met a few close friends, Frederick would make a joke.

"Oh, Nana, you are getting more and more cute, is this person?..." Frederick unexpectedly found a person he didn't know at all in the crowd.

"Boss, this is my assistant, Isabella." Nana replied with a smile, turning her head and looking at Isabella with her godless eyes.

Isabella understood what Nana meant, lowered her head and bent down to give Frederick a lady gift, and said, "Hello Lieutenant Colonel Frederick, I am Isabella, Miss Nana's assistant."

Frederick was very surprised why Nana brought an assistant over, but he still nodded politely and continued to walk backwards.

The assistant's head is shining.

Frederick only had this impression of Isabella.

Three people stood in the innermost part of the crowd.

In addition to Roman and Alexander, there is also a gentle man.

This man is probably in his thirties, about the same age as Frederick, and is a little older than other second-generations in his twenties.

"Brother Dolfranming! Haha, you cook, long time no see you! Today you must make the table dishes for me with your own hands!" Frederick smiled so happily when he saw this man.

"I'm here to my territory, please be full!" Dolflanminge said with a smile, then stretched out his hands and hugged Frederick.

This person is officially the son of Dofranmingo Bryant, the current patriarch of the Bryant family, one of the seven major families.

This Doflanmingo is a strange man among the second generation of the Republic. This guy did not join the army, did not participate in politics, or did not do business after he became an adult.

His biggest hobby is actually cooking.

However, his talent in cooking was indeed extraordinary. He left the parliament city at the age of 18 and went to study cooking around the world. Ten years later, he returned. With his own skills, he defeated the previous generation of Derry Chef in the Derry Cook Competition, won the title of a new generation of Derry Chef, and took the position of Chef in Philerones.

However, as the first heir to the family, the Bryant family was unwilling to let him continue to waste his energy on cooking.

So after various struggles and exchanges with the family.

The Bryant family finally made him the supervisor of Philerones.

As the highest level of foreign guests in the Republic, Philerones's supervisory level is also the deputy director level, laying the foundation for future politics.

When Frederick hugged Dolfranmingo, he also harassed his back with his fists.

"Wow, Brother Ming, you are actually at level 9? You, a cook, are at the same level as me. I am so fucked hard on the battlefield every day that I am very unconvinced!" Frederick laughed.

"Cooking is also a kind of practice. If you have insights, you will make progress." Dolflanminge replied in his gentle voice.

After talking to Brother Ming, Frederick turned to his two younger brothers and nodded.

Anyway, I have already met before, so I don’t have to say hello anymore.

"Brother, let's sit for a while. Lina is still wearing makeup. After she is ready, we will go out." Roman said.

"Okay." Frederick sat down next to Roman.

Although Frederick was the oldest among the crowd, Roman was the protagonist today, and his identity was special, so the master position was given to Roman.

After Frederick sat down, the other heirs sat down.

Isabella was sitting carefully behind Nana.

At the same time, I looked at the young people around me.

With the arrival of Frederick, the more capable descendants of the seven major families and the higher-class families, the future rulers of this country have basically gathered together.

The different seats in the seat also indicate their current status gap.

For example, the closest people to Frederick, Roman and Alexander are the direct descendants of the seven major families.

And a little further away, there are several direct descendants of the superior families.

Seeing this group of young people with scary backgrounds gathered together, Isabella couldn't help but recall what Nana said to her in the afternoon.

…………

But the two were sitting in the carriage. Isabella looked at Nana in full dress, and she didn't even have Pipi, and she couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Miss Nana, is today's banquet important?"

"Yes, it's very important. Your performance is better today." Nana said, looking at the view outside the window. Without Pipi at hand, Nana's performance was a little uncomfortable.

"Who is the host of the banquet today? Several young and powerful people I know received invitations to the banquet tonight today, but everyone was confused about this person named Romain Rolland." Isabella asked curiously.

"Do you still remember the assassination when you were born in Dere last time?" Nana did not answer directly.

Although I don’t know why Nana asked this, Isabella replied: “Of course I remember, but the secret police blocked this matter very tightly, and our Terry’s security guard was also banned, so I didn’t get much news.”

The secret police issued a ban on all the parties involved in the Terry Hotel, so even as the direct superiors of the group of security waiters, the security waiters did not dare to say anything to Isabellado.

So far, Isabella only knows that a big man was assassinated in Terry. She didn't know what happened. She wanted to investigate intentionally or unintentionally, but when she left the office after get off work, she picked up a letter at the door. The general content of the letter was that she hoped she would not investigate, and the signature was a secret policeman.

The secret police couldn't help but have field teams like Wang Ning, and a larger number of undercover members, who were distributed in various places in Quanderui and had long penetrated into various industries.

The letter Isabella received should have been handed over to her by the secret police undercover inside Terry.

So she immediately stopped investigating.

Unexpectedly, Nana actually took the initiative to talk about this matter now.

"The person who was attacked in Terry that day was the host of the banquet tonight."

"You mean, the person who was attacked that day was Roman Rolland?" Isabella asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's Roman Rolland. His name will change after tonight." Nana replied.

"It's changed? He wants to change his name? What does this have to do with the banquet?" Isabella looked puzzled.

"Haha, it's not a name change, but a surname change. After tonight, his name will be Roman Napoleon." Nana replied expressionlessly.

"Romain Napoleon?!" Isabella was startled when she heard the name and almost stood up from her seat.

Napoleon?!

There is only one family in the entire Dere Republic called Napoleon.

That is the Napoleon family where the founding speaker of the seven major families are located today!

Then Isabella's back chills.

The Napoleon family was actually assassinated in Terry?!

If she is blamed, she will be the direct person in charge of the Terry Hotel Council City branch, and this time she will be done directly?
Chapter completed!