Chapter 20 Dinner with Clark

Luther Castle.

"Pa bang bang~"

The crisp sound echoed in the castle hall.

Two figures wearing visors and holding rapiers kept trying to attack. The rapiers in their hands were waving, intertwined and collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

The sound of steel clashing echoed through the hall.

The tall figure on the right moved swiftly and fiercely, and the other petite figure was forced to defend with a sword as it was pressed forward by a torrential attack.

"Master."

The old butler was holding a tray in one hand and holding the other behind his back. He had impeccable manners and stood at the entrance of the hall with unhurried steps.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but there is a boy outside the castle who claims to be your high school classmate and wants to see you."

"High school classmates?"

A dull voice came from under the visor: "What's your name?"

As he spoke, the tall figure turned his head to avoid the sharp sword stabbed at the throat by the petite figure, swung the sword away with his backhand, and once again entered the fierce battle.

The old butler said calmly: "The other party calls himself Clark Kent."

Jino was a little distracted and murmured: "Clark? This is a rare visitor."

However, in fencing, any tiny mistake can be fatal.

"ha!"

The petite figure obviously seized this opportunity. She gave a low shout, and with her right hand holding the sword, she suddenly used force to swing away the long sword that was pressing on the sword. Then she pointed the long sword at Jino's throat with a typical thrusting movement.

The situation changes rapidly, and the outcome is only a matter of millimeters.

The game ended and Keno lost.

"Well, it's just over."

Gino took off his visor, with an unconcerned expression on his face. He smiled and gave a thumbs up to his opponent: "Great progress, Annie."

The figure opposite also took off his visor, revealing a delicate and pure face, with long hair on both sides wetted by sweat and sticking to his cheeks.

Hearing Jino's praise, the little maid nodded reservedly and straightened her slender waist. The girl walked towards Jino and took over the sword and visor.

Gino took the milk on the butler's tray, took a sip and said, "Let him in."

"Prepare the dinner by the way."

Jino snapped his fingers: "I want to treat this friend to a banquet."

The old butler nodded: "Your wish, young master."

The midday wind blew the green grass in front of Luther Castle, and green vines clung to the walls.

Clark, who was waiting in front of the castle gate, stared blankly at the green vines on the wall.

He didn't understand why things turned out like this.

Not far away, an old man's calm voice interrupted Clark's thoughts: "Mr. Clark, welcome to Luther Castle."

"Hello." Clark came back to his senses.

The old butler opened the iron door and led Clark into the castle.

Stepping on the cracked stone steps and walking along the road full of flowers on both sides, when Clark stepped into the main hall of the castle, looking at the luxurious furniture full of history around him, especially the heavy-looking expensive chandeliers above his head, he couldn't help but feel... Somewhat emotional.

A voice sounded from behind Clark, introducing Clark: "Ah, an old object from the eighteenth century, a collection of the ancestors of the Luther family."

Gino patted Clark on the shoulder, and the system prompts were constantly playing in his mind.

[Negative emotions from Clark +50, +50]

"You seem to be in a bad mood."

Gino led Clark to the long dining table. The maids pulled out the chairs and let Clark sit at the table opposite Gino.

"Is it so obvious?" Clark rubbed his cheek, looking disappointed.

Jino chuckled: "You almost have the word "I am unhappy" written all over your face."

"But don't be sad, Clark. My father said that good food and beautiful people can relieve sadness."

"Although you can't enjoy the beauty, you can enjoy the delicious food!"

Gino said, then picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and handed it to Clark.

This is a good friend. He takes the initiative to come to your door and give you points.

Gino smiled and pointed to the red wine bottle in Clark's hand: "You can blow on the bottle."

Clark frowned and said, "Well, shouldn't you drink from a red wine glass? Isn't that how you rich people drink?"

"Use a wine glass?" Gino said with a disdainful smile on his face: "Don't listen to those guys' farts. Rich people can drink whatever they want."

Clark raised the bottle and poured it into his mouth as if he understood.

The slightly spicy smell of alcohol made Clark, who was exposed to alcohol for the first time, couldn't help but frown.

At this time, the kitchen had prepared dishes, and several swaying blond maids walked into the hall dignifiedly holding silver plates.

Pieces of delicious food were placed in front of Gino and Clark.

Gino picked up a fork and stuck it into a piece of meat. The red-orange soup flowed down the meat. Gino raised the fork and introduced to Clark: "French pan-fried chicken."

"Dice onions and basil leaves, mix with diced matsutake and mushrooms, add cherry tomatoes to add texture and pour over the fried chicken breasts, then simmer over low heat for ten minutes before serving."

"It's smooth and tender in the mouth, without losing the spiciness of onions. It's my favorite delicacy."

Listening to Gino's introduction, Clark was also a little greedy. He swallowed, picked up the knife and fork on the table, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

Clark chewed carefully, his dull eyes suddenly lit up, and he mumbled while chewing the meat: "It's delicious!"

While the two were eating delicious food, they would toast each other and taste red wine from time to time.

As the saying goes, there are three ways to bring men closer together: carrying a gun together, drinking together, and...

In short, as time went by, Clark drank the red wine in his stomach and gradually fermented. Even though he had an extraordinary physique, Clark felt a little bit drunk. Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Clark put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the table in distress. Keno opposite.

"Kino, why do you think my parents can't understand me?"

Jino raised his eyebrows slightly, raised a smile on his lips, and asked tentatively: "Is it because of Uncle Jonathan?"

"He doesn't want you to accept gifts from the Luther family?"

Clark nodded: "That's right."

He rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes full of distress: "It's like there is a huge gap between us."

Gino smiled, put down his knife and fork as well, flicked his finger to instruct the maids to remove the desserts for dinner, stared at Clark and said, "This is normal, Clark."

"Did you know?" Jino sighed and said, "When I showed powerful abilities when I was a child, my parents spent four years taking me to many mysterious places to explore the abnormalities in me."

"They thought I was possessed by some demon, but I'm more inclined to think it was a gift."

Jino stared at Clark with burning eyes and said, "It's a gift from God."

"Of course, because of the four-year delay, I went to high school when I was supposed to go to college."

The maids brought desserts.

Gino picked up a macaron with his hand and threw it into his mouth.

He stretched out a hand and shook it, expressing his thoughts to Clark: "Sometimes, maybe you should communicate more with your father."

"I can tell he loves you."

"Just like my parents."

Jino held his chin with his hands, with a smile in his eyes:

"But because he was too worried about you, his love put a lot of pressure on you."