What does a good banquet require?

Exquisite and expensive food, fine wine with a long history, valuable guests and a noble host.

Mrs. Rachel Phantomhive put a lot of effort into this Christmas dinner. From the food to the small decoration on the Christmas tree, everything was decided by her personally. In order to ensure that the banquet would be perfect, she started preparing for it a week ago. With so many things arranged, she couldn't even sleep six hours a day, and she looked a lot thinner.

When she appeared in front of everyone wearing a beautiful dress and holding her husband's arm, and heard everyone's praises, she knew that all her efforts were rewarded.

"Lord Phantomhive, this is truly a touching banquet."

Listening to the boring greetings from the stranger who stood in front of his father, Charles sighed inwardly, and the corners of his lips subconsciously curled up into a noble arc.

After saying this, the next thing should be...

"Ah, these are your two young masters, they are really handsome, this is mine..."

"Ah, these are your two young masters, they are so handsome. This is my niece, Belinda Lawrence. Belinda, come and say hello to Count Phantomhive and the two young masters."

As expected, there was nothing new... Charles put one hand behind his back and moved inconspicuously towards Eric, then poked a finger on the soft flesh on Eric's waist, who obviously wanted to watch the show.

"Hiss..." Eric gasped, and his overly lively expression earned a meaningful glance from Vincent.

Eric's expression became serious, but his eyes were wet when he looked at Charles, and he looked indescribably pitiful: "Charles..."

"..." Charles turned his head nonchalantly, pretending he saw nothing.

The girl in an exquisite little dress walked out from behind the man, holding up her skirt with both hands and saluted the three men.

"How many is this?" Seeing that Charles obviously didn't want to pay attention to him, Eric took the initiative to come over.

"I don't remember either." Charles shook his head slightly.

"Charles, you are a hot commodity in their eyes now." Eric snorted.

"I told my mother before that I don't plan to get engaged so early."

On the one hand, he really didn't have the mood or energy to deal with those delicate girls. On the other hand, he didn't know when his soul would be eaten by that devil. There was really no need to waste other people's girls.

"He's just the second son, but he's so arrogant." The lady in the formal dress sighed softly as she watched the boy's back as he greeted Vincent and walked towards the rest area.

If it was the second son of another family who had no inheritance rights, he would be so happy if the head of the family was willing to bring him to such a party, right? You know, after the family splits up in the future, the people he meets now will all be his connections!

If the second son had ambitions, he might be able to use these connections to directly pull down the heir.

But this guy from Phantomhive's family didn't seem to take this matter seriously at all.

"Don't underestimate him, he's quite capable," the young girl holding a beautiful feather fan beside her glanced at her with some disdain, "Not only does he have a very good relationship with the future heir, he also managed to persuade Phantomhive to give him a quarter of the family fortune in advance!"

"Ah, is Count Phantomhive..." The lady covered her lips with a handkerchief and swallowed the word "crazy". "At such a young age, can he keep it?"

"The assets under his control are so profitable that it's a headache. I heard that..." The young man tilted his head and whispered something in the lady's ear.

"Really?" The lady's eyes flashed, "I remember that this young master doesn't seem to be engaged yet?"

"Why do you think there are so many girls of marriageable age tonight? The heir's fiancée is the daughter of the Marquis of Midford. Judging from the second son's wealth, he probably wouldn't be interested in your little title."

"Young people's minds change all the time," the lady said, her expression unchanged when the young girl interrupted her. "After all, she hasn't gotten married yet. I think my daughter has a chance too."

There were more than one or two people present who had this idea about Charles. Even if Charles could not inherit the title, the huge wealth he possessed was enough to attract attention.

Moreover, the two brothers of the Phantomhive family obviously have a very good relationship. It seems that the future earl will not suppress his brothers. As long as they can marry him, their family will be able to board the big ship of the Phantomhive family. This is what many people dream of!

With such an outstanding identity, background, appearance and ability as a marriage partner, of course many people want to get hold of him as soon as possible.

However, this young master not only did not follow the heir to study in Wales, but also seldom appeared in social circles, making it difficult for people to do anything. It was a rare opportunity to see him this time, so everyone naturally put in their best efforts to dress up their girls. It would be great if they could make a good impression on their children.

Walking to the food pick-up area, Charles rubbed the corners of his lips which were a little painful, and picked up a small piece of cake for himself from the shelf full of desserts.

So, he is just a second son without inheritance rights. Why must he just pretend to be nice to these guys?

Originally, Ciel's patience was not so bad. After all, it was the life in the wizarding world that made his heart "wild".

The animals in Hogwarts were all very simple, and Ciel didn't need to spend too much effort to get along with them. Now it was inevitable that he would feel irritated to see the nobles who were either cunning or empty-headed, but he had to maintain gentlemanly etiquette all the time for the sake of the Phantomhive family's face...

and......

Charles took one look at the blond middle-aged man who was holding a glass of wine and looking like a fish in water in the crowd, and suddenly felt a little suffocated. He silently stuffed a small spoonful of cake into his mouth.

Moreover, before the banquet started, no one told him that Mr. Grindelwald, who had been living at home, would suddenly become what he is now!

Where is the old man who was supposed to be over 100 years old? He looks like he is not even 50 years old now!

"Charles," Eric successfully got away from Weston's classmates and sat next to Charles. He put his arm around Charles' shoulders and whispered in a soft voice, "They are all asking about you. Charles is really popular."

Ciel looked at him quietly and stuffed the cake into his mouth before he spoke again.

Eric:? ? ?

Don’t think your father didn’t see the eye contact you made with him!

Ciel tilted his head and smiled very refreshingly: "Eric, is there anything you want to explain to me?"

"Because Ciel is really cute when he's surprised..." Eric muttered softly, his voice getting smaller and smaller under the gaze of his younger brother.

"Is this the reason why you teamed up to hide this from me?"

"But we didn't expect that the deacon didn't tell you..."

Mr. Grindelwald became what he is now shortly after the start of the Ciel semester. Sebastian, who occasionally returns to Phantomhive Manor to sort out documents, could not have failed to see it...

well.

Ciel clenched the dessert spoon in his hand.

This time when he returned to school, Sebastian continued to follow the train!

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