Chapter 560

The Greif family's Ivy Manor can only be said to be decent for Solim, after all, he has seen such extreme places as Selwyn Castle and "treasure troves" such as Orvis Manor, and the Greif family's Ivy Manor looks much more "ordinary" in appearance.

"Get down here!" Silna next door shouted to the door, and hurried away.

One last glance at the lush landscape outside the window, Solim closed the window. He could already see the welcoming procession standing in front of the manor. Solim, who ran down with bits and pieces, was the last to make the line.

"Your place is here!" said one of the wizards in the team, pointing to her place, "Remember what I taught you?"

"Remember, Vanessa. Solim nodded, and stood honestly beside her, Sylna standing behind Solim, and Elrond and his father standing a little ahead.

Levits Heath was the head of the meeting, and with Selwyn in attendance with two archwizards in attendance, Greif, a family that had already begun to decline, could not afford to neglect it.

The door of the carriage had been opened, and the Selwyns in line walked out in order, and Vanessa, who was next to Solim, stretched out her hand to straighten the family crest on Solim's chest, and whispered: "The first person I will see will report your full name, and then you won't need it, don't go, and ......"

"Trust me, Vanessa, I remember it. Solim looked ahead and made a decent appearance.

Vanessa was the teacher who taught Solim some etiquette in a makeshift raid, and Sylna was also tortured by her as a child. After her husband's death, she moved back to Selwyn Castle from his family, and Solim and Sylna were to call her aunt.

The air in February was still cold and nerve-wracking, not to mention that Solim was still in the forest. With the peculiar freshness of the plant, Solim followed Selwyn's party to the main entrance of the manor.

Through the cracks, Solim saw that Levitesis was talking to a leader, and Elrond was standing honestly on the sidelines. As Solim passed by them, Solim's great-grandfather spoke:

"Come here, Solim. Heath beckoned.

"That's the protagonist of the day – Solim. Heath patted Solim on the shoulder and introduced to the old wizard in front of him, "Solim, this is the Greif family's spokesman: Andreas. Mr. Greve. "

"Thankfully, Mr. Greve. Solim bowed with a clear eye.

Andreas looked at Solim, then tried to gather the wrinkles on his face, which was a special smile.

"Sure enough, it's a young man, and I think Elena will be satisfied. Andreas nodded, and then said to Levitsis, "Come on, don't go outside, just think of this place as Selwyn's Castle." "

Solim thought it was funny, but his face didn't show it - Selwyn Castle on the spot?

Obviously, Andreas didn't focus on Solim, but if he knew a little bit about Solim, he would understand that Selwyn Castle was not a warm home for Solim. This is a bit similar to the situation on Solim's side, the elders of the family have not put too much thought and energy into the juniors, for them, Solim and Elena are both tools, and their role is to maintain the bond between the two families - just tie the rope, who will take the time and energy to study the previous experience of the rope?

The Greif family is doing a good job of saving face - of course, Solim is also guessing, after all, the first formal occasion he attended between wizarding families was his engagement ceremony, and where did he come from the standard of judgment.

Greif had set up the entire garden as a venue, with shelters in place and tables, chairs and benches, though Solim didn't think the February sun needed anything like a canopy.

The outside was set up for the guests who weren't there enough, and in Selwyn's case, the hall was where they were supposed to be.

The people Selwyn brought with him knew exactly what they were supposed to do, and they were more security guards than guests. The elders had already left the side door of the hall, presumably to discuss something that was not appropriate to talk about in public.

In the blink of an eye, Solim found himself alone standing in the doorway, with a bunch of unknown people staring at him.

Rubbing his nose, Solim hurried to find Sylna, who was about to slip away. She had just been talking to a waiter with a bunch of things in her hands.

"Where are you going?"

"Finding a place to rest, of course. Sylna walked to the side door as she lifted her skirt, "It's not officially started yet, don't you see that there are still a lot of people setting up the venue? Of course, it's okay if you want to get around. "

Sylna seemed to be familiar with this kind of situation, presumably having experienced it before.

"When—" Solim hurriedly followed Sylna.

"Of course, when you were still in school at Sculler, I hadn't crossed that age barrier at that time, so I naturally went to some activities. Syrna's shoes made a clicking sound on the ground.

In the hallway behind the side door, Solim looked at Sylna's feet with strange eyes, he had never seen his sister wear high heels. And he didn't understand why a family like Selwyn would allow a clan to wear something Muggle-invented. In Solim's impression, a conservative and old-school wizarding family like Selwyn basically did not have anything to do with Muggles, and the high heels that Sylna was now wearing on her feet simply subverted Solim's stereotype of the traditional old wizarding family.

"What, what's wrong?" Sylna noticed Solim's expression.

"Nothing, I just didn't think those old antiques would allow you to wear Muggle heels. "

"That's something you don't understand, and you've never paid attention to. Sylna glanced inside from the outside of a room with an open door, saw no one, and calmly walked inside.

"Vanessa told me this. Silna found a place to sit down casually.

"How?" Solim leaned back on the couch with all the bits and pieces, leaning the cane against the armrest.

"The pursuit of beauty is not divided between wizards and Muggles. Sylna lifted her leg slightly, moving her ankles, showing Solim the gorgeous heels on her feet.