Dark King

"Do not be impulsive." Old Fulin saw the expression on Dudian's face. He signed.: "We have no evidence in our hands even if we know that they have faked the books. There is no way to recover the justice. Moreover you have the identity of an architect right now so we can't lose face because of such a small issue. We must accumulate our power and take account when we are strong enough."

Dudian saw the worry in Old Fulin's eyes. He gentle raised his hand and patted his shoulder.: "Don't worry, I'll deal with this thing. People are fragile, whether it is a senior hunter or an ordinary person. It is the same. Don't forget that to destroy a precise machine a big axe is not required. Sometimes pulling a piece as big as a hair will destroy it."

Old Fulin looked at his eyes that were full of darkness. His heart trembled. It was as if he was not standing in front of a teenager but an dark evil monster.

"Now, we should go to dinner." Dudian's face changed instantly to a smile. In the blink of an eye his temperament changed to a gentle one.

Old Fulin was in a trance as he carefully though about Dudian's words. He recovered.: "Yes....Yes...It is getting late. We should go. This is a rare gathering where all the aristocracy will attend. We should take over this opporunity to win other aristocrats."

Dudian smiled and held his arm to help him to move.

The butler had already prepared the carriage. Both of them went to the venue where the 'Temple of Elements' held the banquet - St. Peters.

At one time St. Peters was a cathedral of the Holy Church. However it later when 'Temple of Elements' was established this venue was given to them as a gift because it was close to Mount Church.

Gradually sun set and one by one stars popped up in the sky.

There were dozens of carriages parked outside the St. Peters. They belongs to the aristocrats from commercial district. Most of them were upper nobility but some rising ones personally came over too. After all this was a banquet held by the Temple to give the 'epoch' medal. Although big consortium's such as Mellon and Scott didn't care or weren't concerned about Dudian but they didn't dare not to give face to 'Temple of Elements.'

The road to the cathedral was lit by fragrant oil lamps. They were parts of sesame oil which were taken from a beast's body. Even some upper aristocratic castle's used them only in study rooms and dining rooms. However in here they were casually placed to light the road. Even the guards who were on duty felt fresh because of the fragrance emitted from lamps.

Kerry and several other colleagues stood at door and received the guests one by one. Kerry was acquaintance with almost everyone. He had wide range of contacts. He just had sent away two nobles when a carriage came close to the door. Kerry's eyes lit up as he saw the banner above the carriage.

Dudian was first to get off the carriage. Then he helped Old Fulin to walk out of the carriage.

"Mr. Dean." Kerry immediately approached.: "You are a little late. Don't forget that you are tonight's star!"

Dudian shrugged his shoulders.: "The traffic."

Kerry helplessly smiled and looked at Old Fulin.: "Old patriach Fulin. You body is still healthy. By the way, you have picked up the treasure."

"Luck, luck." Old Fulin laughed.

"Please come inside. Its windy outside." Kerry immediately invited them and lead the way in front.

The three people went into the St Peters. The door could accommodate ten people at the same time. The thick doors slowly opened and the golden slight swung out form inside. The laughter echoed out. The place was extremely luxurious. Everything inside was fine work of art. Even the chandaliers were made of the best quality glasses.

Kelly laughed: "I have to receive the guests now. I'll accompany you afterwards."

After Kerry left, Dudian and Old Fulin came inside the hall. There was massive table filled with all kinds of fresh fruits, pastries, wine and so on. Nobles stood in groups and chatted. They talked in whispers highlighting the behaviour of aristocratic courtesy.

"I didn't expect that I will have the privilige to come to St. Peters." Old Fulin said with emotion: "My father had attended a party in the past. But I was too young so he didn't bring me. Its thanks to you that I have the chance to visit this legendary place. It is trule was crafted by the masters. Such a majestic atmoshpere."

Dudian grabbed a pastry with low level of sugar.: "Let's go and sit."

"Alright." Old Fulin nodded as he sat on sofa to rest. He looked at Dudian.: "You go around and check the people. No need for you to accompany this old man. Take advantage of this opportunity and tried to hook up with ladies."

Dodian looked at him helplessly.: "I won't be able to find anyone close to my age."

"So what if you can't find sixteen year old ones. There would be older ones. It would be rare to find anyone older than twenty but still there are some." Old Fulin smiled and pointed towards some girls.

Dudian looked at the direction where Old Fulin was pointing too. There were few noble ladies who stood together, chatted and laughed. He recovered his eyes and said to Old Fulin.: "You have good rest." He came to the center of the hall and began to wander around. He could keenly distinguish their whispers. Although they weren't talking about secret but he was able to hear what kind of things they liked to talk about in public.

"People from Burong family ..." Dudian's eyes fell on a middle aged man. He was familiar with the face of this man. Although he had seen him only once but it was firmly engraved into his mind. It was Jenny's father, Rudolph!

At the moment Rudolph was surrounded by few nobles. He had a glass of wine in his had and occasionally would take a ship. Wine was a good additive to such parties. It would take the 'embarrassment' away.

"The little devil, do not look around." Suddenly a voice echoed from behind.

Dudian looked back to see an obese middle-aged man. There were few strands of white hair on his temple. He was familiar but couldn't remember from where. Suddenly he remember the first noble he had seen when he had participated in the banquet held by Mellon consortium back when he was a scavenger. After so long the man's body and face have changed a bit so it was hard to remember him.

"Mace?" Dudian looked at him and whispered his name. He had heard the name long ago it was deeply engraved in his mind. He couldn't forget because of the deep humiliation back in that day.

"Huh?" Middle-aged man's eyebrows wrinkled: "Do you know me?"

Dudian indifferently said as he saw the man admit his identity.: "You have good collar. Its shame that you want wear it for long." Afterwards he turned away and left.

The middle-aged man looked at the exquisite men's necklace that was hung on his neck. He specially asked a master to forge it for him. He looked back at Dudian but he had left. He was furious but in such an occasion he couldn't directly shout out. He stared visiously at Dudian's back as he memorized Dudian's appearance.