Kapitel 551: 549 Banquet_1

Night falls, and the lights begin to sparkle.

Hundreds of candles illuminate the banquet hall of the Benson family's castle as if it were day.

Expensive oak floors are adorned with three rectangular dining tables, laden with all sorts of fine wines and delicacies.

Young and beautiful maids stand respectfully by the dining table with trained smiles, ready to serve their distinguished guests at any time.

Solemn and graceful music flows from the harp in the corner of the hall, as if one is under the vast and serene starry skies.

However, the atmosphere of the banquet at this time was not lively, nor harmonious, but filled with a solemn and grim tense.

Viscount Benson, seated in the main seat, carried a flattering and awkward smile on his face, lacking the aura a host should have, instead, he seemed more like an attendant pleasing his master.

Seated to his right, was Marquis Garcia, whose face was icy cold, dressed not in formal clothes, but in armor.