take the lamb to school

Chapter 30 Banquet

It was a joy to start school again.

Yi Ling seemed to have opened up his mind, and his progress was almost rapid.

In the Divine Art tutorial class, he was able to condense a normal-sized bow and arrow. Professor Dempsey praised him enthusiastically several times, which made Lambert look at him more and more disliked.

And His Royal Highness...

Yi Ling tried hard to control herself not to think about him, leaving him in the memory, in the past, just not in her mind.

But every morning, on the way to the auditorium, Yi Ling could always run into His Highness the Prince.

When his beautiful and deep eyes looked over, they were dim and unclear, as if he was telling something, accusing something, praying for something, which made Yi Ling unconsciously want to catch up.

But why?

It wasn't him who was wrong.

Well, maybe he made a mistake in not telling His Royal Highness the truth earlier, but...

How could His Royal Highness treat him like that?

He said he was a vicious inferior!

God knows, Yi Ling's heart was about to break when she heard that sentence.

Although Yiling is a commoner, Uncle Mike has never taught him to be self-deprecating. He has lived in an equal and relaxed atmosphere since he was a child, and he will not learn to trample on his dignity and look up to others.

If anyone wants him to look up, it can only be love and admiration from the heart.

For Lambert, and for His Royal Highness.

Yi Ling used to be the latter to His Highness the Prince, but now he can no longer.

Because he knew that His Royal Highness looked down on him as an inferior person.

Abandoning her troubles, Yi Ling fell into the zeal of learning.

He desperately wanted to unlock something hidden in the whistle, but he had learned too little knowledge to handle it at all.

A month has passed.

If it were in Airliang, people should have changed into thick cotton clothes long ago.But Minsaru is still as warm as spring.

On this day, Lambert strode into the classroom with high toes and sent everyone, even Ealing, a birthday invitation.

"This Friday is my 16th birthday. I, Lambert Monroe, sincerely invite all students to my birthday dinner," Lambert said triumphantly, "My dear father will be at this dinner Speech, I hope you will come."

"Wow--"

The classroom is boiling.

Although everyone doesn't like Lambert's arrogant style very much, everyone is still very curious about his father, Duke Truman, who was hailed as a legend by Professor Dempsey.

Bowen quietly asked Yi Ling: "Do you want to go, Yi Ling?"

"I don't really want to go, Bowen. But," Yi Ling thought for a while, and said, "I want to meet Duke Truman. I heard that he was once an underachiever."

Bowen said: "I'm not interested in Duke Truman, but my father will definitely force me to go, for the sake of dignity!"

Ealing said, "Go then, Bowen. I'm not afraid of him anyway."

Soon it will be Friday night.

Bowen lent Ealing a rich robe, so that he would not be disrespectful.

Ealing entered the door of Lambert's house with Bowen in Gold's carriage.

The dinner party was held in an auditorium, with gold-woven carpets, exquisite candlesticks, and shiny satin cloths on square tables, all kinds of delicious snacks and drinks.

It was a birthday dinner for a much loved child.

Yi Ling sat down with Bowen, and next to her was Pamela, who was waving a fan. She was wearing a floral hat and a long skirt, and her attire was completely different from usual.

"It's really lively, isn't it?" Pamela said to Yi Ling with a smile.

"Yes, it's very lively." Yi Ling also smiled.

"Hey, I wouldn't have come if it wasn't for Duke Truman's sake. I hope that guy Lambert won't be too proud," Pamela suddenly moved closer to Ealing, and stretched out her index finger, fingertips on the Yi Ling nodded, and teased, "Yi Ling, you are so handsome today."

As the fragrant wind blew, Yi Ling blushed and stammered, "You, you too, Pamela."

Bowen grabbed Yi Ling's hand and said to Pamela, "Restrain yourself, Pamela. He's not one of those male classmates who get dizzy when he sees a woman."

"Bowen, you are really..." Pamela frowned, "It's boring."

Then he turned his head and ignored them.

Yi Ling felt that Bowen was being rude to Pamela, so he tugged on his sleeve and shook his head.

Bo Wen stared at Yi Ling for a while, bowed his head and took a bite of his snack, and stopped talking.

Yi Ling thought suspiciously: Bowen is so weird...

At this time, a tall man with a dignified face walked in from the end of the long hall. It was Duke Truman.

Everyone fell silent, and Duke Truman walked to the front, with Lambert by his side.

Duke Truman waved his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you colleagues, ladies, and all of Lambert's friends for coming to his 16th birthday party."

"At the age of 16, Lambert has entered a new stage of life, he will be more mature, more stable, and more considerate."

"This is not only my expectation of him, but also my request of him. I sincerely hope that his elders can supervise him together, and that his peers can grow up with him, and grow into a glorious nobleman and an excellent person."

Duke Truman's voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present.

"It's a kind of equalization technique... no matter the distance, the volume heard is the same." Pamela explained.

Yi Ling nodded knowingly.

He looked at Duke Truman from a distance, saw him standing with Lambert, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, feeling a little envious in his heart, this is really a loving father.

Looking at it, Duke Truman walked over here.

Holding a glass of wine, Duke Truman smiled kindly: "Children, thank you very much for your tolerance of Lambert."

The students stood up one after another, and Yi Ling followed.

Seeing that everyone picked up their wine glasses to toast again, Yi Ling also took a big sip.

Not knowing whether it was an illusion or something, Yi Ling felt that Duke Truman seemed to be looking in his direction deliberately.

After Duke Truman left, Bowen looked at the remaining amount in the Ealing glass in surprise and said, "You drank so much! Are you okay?"

It was only then that Yi Ling realized that the wines of the others had hardly changed. He slightly widened his eyes and looked at Bowen.

"They all just took a sip," Bowen said with a laugh.

Yi Ling smiled shyly, with a drunken blush on her face.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation not far away.

"The Second Prince is here!"

"It's His Royal Highness the Second Prince! Why did he come?"

Yi Ling followed the voice and looked over. His Royal Highness was wearing his white robe embroidered with gold, which had become a typical symbol, and his loyal servant Archer was behind him.

Duke Truman did not expect Vigal to come, so he temporarily arranged a seat. Lambert was even more proud, and walked over to say hello with pride, but only got a cold and insincere birthday greeting.

Eileen was in a terrible mood.

He watched Lambert talking to His Royal Highness in a fair manner. Lambert was born in a noble family, so he was not an "inferior person", so was he worthy of His Royal Highness's eyes?

Feeling drunk, Yi Ling said to Bowen, "I want to go for a walk, Bowen."

"I'll stay with you." Bowen was really worried that his good friend would stay alone.

Ealing said, "Thank you, Bowen. But I'd rather be alone."

"……it is good."

Bowen glanced at Virgar, is it because of him that Yiling became like this?