Chapter 344 Old Blue: I apologize!
"'Fortune teller'... I almost chose this path some time ago, but in the end I chose another one...

"Can the 'Fortune Teller' actually do this? You're amazing, Klein." Jacob acted as a waiter, bringing a few glasses of red wine on a tray and exclaimed in admiration.

Klein was shocked. In order not to reveal the secrets of the Beyonders, he specifically mentioned "divination enthusiasts"... and Jacob, who he thought was the only ordinary person in this circle, actually directly pointed out "diviners"? He also "picked" another path? Who gave him the choice? Old Blue? Or the church? Or someone with bad intentions?

Audrey was very surprised. She took a glass of wine and asked:
"Jacob, have you become a Beyonder? Which path did you take? When did you drink the potion? Well, I have specifically instructed the servants not to disturb you, so you can all feel free to communicate in this corner."

Fors didn't react that much. She also took two glasses of wine and thanked him, then said:
"What else could it be? Look at his blue hair... It must be the 'Sailor' path! Is it the potion formula given by old Blue?"

Xio also came back with food. She nodded. The men at the No. 3 training ground…almost all had blue hair! After that, they clearly realized how stubborn and realistic "heredity" was.

Klein touched the black cloth on his eyes and said suddenly:

"I'm sorry I didn't notice this the first time. 'Sailor' is a great way to go. Old Blue would be a perfect role model..."

Jacob scratched his blue hair with his hand and said embarrassedly:

"No, Klein. Father Blue gave me the choice of 'sailor', but I didn't become him. Instead, I chose... 'spectator'. Well, I am a 'spectator' now."

……

Ding ding.

The crisp sound of a spoon hitting a wine glass was heard. Seeing that it attracted everyone's attention, Earl Hall smiled and said:

“It is such an honor for our family to have you all invited to today’s dinner!

"You are all heroes who protect Backlund and Loen. Please allow me to express my respect to you on behalf of millions of citizens!"

After the introduction, he roughly figured out the identities of the people at his table: the quasi-senior and senior members of the law enforcement teams of the three major churches! The lowest level was the bishop-level figure in the corresponding church!
And their identities were there, so as long as they showed up at the dinner party at his house, the impact of last night's incident could be minimized! The three major churches stood up for him, what an incredible thing!

Roy was the only Sequence 5 present. He had originally been reluctant to visit the home of a Evernight Goddess believer... Alas, he was tricked by the old man into coming here!
He picked up the glass of expensive wine, raised it slightly to indicate, and then, like a professional wine taster, he first smelled it, then took a sip, and then took a small sip.

Bah! What the hell! Compared to Lielangqi... it's like water!
"What a great wine," Roy smiled, shaking his wine glass and commenting:

“It has a light taste, moderate acidity, and is particularly refreshing. It has a long aftertaste after swallowing, which is very pleasant!

"Mr. Hall, it's really a waste of money."

Ikanser on the side also took a sip and murmured in his heart, this is the Olmire red wine produced in Intis... the kind of very good year, mellow taste, long aftertaste... Tsk, it's a waste to give it to the people of Storm!
He didn't care about being elegant, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. He stood up and took the decanter next to Earl Hall in a friendly manner. He first added some to the Earl, then filled it up for Ms. Daly of the Night Watcher, and then took it back to himself and began to drink by himself, completely ignoring Roy and Old Blue beside him. Old Blue didn't care. He didn't even smell the wine in front of him, but just smiled and said:

“It’s indeed a big expense. This time, I had to use Earl Hall’s dinner to entertain my friends… I really had no choice. After all, the assassination last night was really unexpected.

"Hey, it's all our fault. It's all our fault that Storm didn't protect the honorable Duke Negan... We are so ashamed of Backlund and the entire Loen!"

Daly put down her wine glass, picked up a silver table knife in front of her and threw it over, saying playfully: "What's the point of just apologizing verbally? Hurry up and stick this thing into your chest and perform a real 'apology'!"

jingle.

The table knife made a crisp sound as it hit the marble tabletop.

The corner of Earl Hall's mouth twitched. This lady from the Goddess Church looked difficult to get along with! On the contrary, Audrey's friend seemed a little more friendly... Uh, the young people seemed to be having a good time and chatting happily... With all these years of social experience... Is it not as good as Audrey who is not yet an adult? No! Absolutely not! Look at my father to save the atmosphere at the table! After making up his mind, he immediately smiled and said, "That's definitely not my fault..."

"Damn me!"

Old Bruce shouted, then stabbed the dinner knife hard into his left chest. The knife went straight into his chest, leaving only the handle.

"I deserve to die! I apologize! I'm sorry to the citizens of Backlund!" the old man said sincerely with tears in his eyes.

"Ah! Quick, quick, save people..." Even the experienced Earl Hall was a little frightened. He stood up in a panic and complained wildly in his heart, what kind of "social" etiquette is this? How can you really use a knife on yourself to apologize! This is Backlund, right? Not some remote, barbaric little place? !
However, at the dinner table, Ikanser of the Steam Church drank another glass of wine with a look of satisfaction and enjoyment on his face, not caring at all about the old man's self-mutilation.

Roy tasted the recently popular sashimi and recalled the days when he was still struggling on the sea... Alas, time is really unforgiving...

Ms. Daly from the Goddess Church curled her lips, picked up the fork and threw it over again, saying, "This one can also be used. How about apologizing again to show your sincerity."

"You... have a point. I'm sorry!" Old Bruce looked gloomy. He picked up the fork and pretended to poke it into the wound.

"Enough, enough! The citizens of Backlund will forgive you!" The Earl stepped forward to stop him. He didn't know what to say, so he looked at the knife still dangling from the old man's chest and said:
"Why are you doing this? How can you blame the church? Are you sure everything is fine? I have an emergency doctor at home. Do you want to call her over?"

Old Bruce waved his hand, grabbed the knife and pulled it out, leaving a little blood stain. He sighed and said:

"Don't bother your Excellency. Look, the wound is almost healed... When the doctor comes, I'm afraid you'll blame me for wasting medical resources..."

(End of this chapter)