Chapter 1898 - 521: A Third Level Conference Even More Baffling Than the Colin Family_2

Moreover, the knights of Ryan do not greatly appeal to him.

In the past, while in the Campbell Duchy, he held no identification with the Campbell people, merely seeing it as a label crafted by the nobles to deceive the textile workers in the factories and the infantry ready to line up for death.

However, after arriving in the Ryan Kingdom and observing those Ryan Nobles with arrogance etched on their faces, along with the frivolous and careless Roland City citizens…

He had never felt such pride in his identity as a Campbell person, nor had he ever missed his hometown so dearly.

Thunder City was indeed delightful.

The water there nourishes people.

On this unknown night, an obscure fire extinguisher company manager unexpectedly resonated with the legendary Hero.

Although what they missed was completely different.

"Seems like the important agendas are coming later," the chef said in a chatty tone while refilling his cup with lemon water to rinse his mouth, "I heard today is the first day?"

"Yes."

"I'm curious, what did you guys talk about?"

"Heck if I know."

"Hmm?" The chef looked at him in surprise, an astonished expression on his face, then understanding dawned, and he smiled knowingly, saying, "Seems I was too forward."

"No, please don't misunderstand, it's nothing secret, I truly can't remember."

Newcastle shrugged nonchalantly.

"I only remember Baron Wickton looking at me twice, and I raised my hand twice. As for what they specifically talked about… maybe Saint Sis knows."

"Then… what about tomorrow?" The chef stared blankly at him, surprised, "You are a third Level member, shouldn't you say something on behalf of Roland City's citizens?"

Newcastle took the warm lemon water, took a sip, then elegantly wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief from his pocket, like a real noble.

"Say something? Ah… let me think."

Looking at the chef's peculiar expression, he said in a playful tone.

"What do you think of the twelve ways to roast pigeon? Since we're on this topic, I must ask for your advice, as you are the expert in this area."

The Ryan chef, who had served the Royal Family for generations, was stunned for quite a while before he finally understood the humor of the Campbell man before him, and burst into a hearty laugh.

"Haha…"

Then he turned around and gently placed a plate of exquisite and delicious pastries from the dining cart in front of Newcastle Member of Parliament.

"Regardless, it's my honor as a chef to have my craft appreciated by you."

"Please enjoy, future Sir."

...

The next day, reminded by his servant, Newcastle changed into a well-tailored tuxedo and headed to the amphitheater of the Summer Palace.

In previous years, this amphitheater served as a leisure spot for the Royal Family, its broad stage having hosted innumerable tales of knights and princesses.

But now, Baron Wickton had transformed it into a temporary meeting venue, and for the fate of the Kingdom and family, countless performers among the audience took the stage.

The sole spectator seemingly was just one person, Mr. Newcastle, seated at the most peripheral corner.

At this moment, he was resting his chin with utter boredom, resembling an audience member who purchased the wrong ticket, awaiting the noisy start of another day.

Directly to his front left were the first Level seats… where the Bishops and High Rank Priests, donned in white robes, occupied the best box seats with unobstructed views.

Although few in number, they cast the most solemn presence among attendees, their white magic robes shimmering with holy radiance under the sunlight.

On his right, however, lay a vibrant sea of colors.

Second Level citizens sat there, among them were nobles themselves, renowned knights, and stewards sent by the nobles.

They engaged in lively chatter, the clash of scabbards resounding continuously, giving the impression this wasn't a parliament hall, but a high-society salon.

In truth, they weren't wrong, as this place indeed wasn't a parliament hall, but the Summer Palace of His Majesty Theoden, serving as entertainment venue for the King escaping the heat.

Newcastle withdrew his gaze, then looked down to count the outliers alongside him.

One, two, three… there were six in total, including himself.

As third Level citizens' council members, their seats were akin to waste swept aside to the corners, mingled with props temporarily removed from the theater.

Seated to his left was a beer merchant, rumored to run quite a sizable business, holding a third of the trade in Roland City.

However, this figure deemed a big shot by ordinary people held no significant standing here, as meek as a golden retriever.

Among these six chairs, the most distinguished individual would likely be the chairman of the Stone Masonry Guild at his right-hand corner. Incidentally, they once had a business confrontation.

Newcastle recalled how perilous it was, as the Stone Masonry Guild, unlike his novice compatriot, played the City Defense Team card right off the bat.

Fortunately, the lads from the Royal Guard had more authority, a mere glance coalesced the other's leader, preserving the tranquility for the Roland City citizens at night.

Unlike the deceptions in Thunder City, business battles in Roland City were always straightforward and unremarkable.

But this chairman was indeed a respectable man, showing no hostility when meeting him despite taking a significant loss in the fire extinguisher business, instead cheerfully greeting him, as if the previously swirling storm never existed.

He wasn't like a golden retriever, more akin to a clever border collie.

While Newcastle pondered what breed he was, he noticed an aloof "Ryan Bulldog."