Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"It's a gathering of the four great families of Glenburg. It's not appropriate for a young man like you to come to such a place."

The security guard at the entrance of the restaurant came over politely and stopped Wendlow.

Judging from his clothes, the young man in front of him is just a citizen.

Judging from the vehicle he was driving, he didn't own a BMW, and he wasn't pulling anything. He just walked here.

Judging from his appearance, he is clean, educated, and well-educated, not an ordinary person.

Therefore, he still maintained the most basic courtesy, just in case the guy in front of him had some strength and background, he would definitely not be someone he could handle.

Wendlow tilted his head slightly, and Mousse, who was standing next to him, immediately took a step forward.

After all, the restaurant security guard had experience of serving in the Imperial Legion and fighting against beastmen.

He has killed at least seven or eight people, but in front of Mousse, his murderous aura is useless.

He only felt that the woman in front of him was extremely murderous, and it was obvious that she had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

At the very least, they are veterans of many battles, and the amount of money required to hire security of this level cannot be underestimated.

It can only mean that the young man in front of him might come from a wealthy family. After all, there are many hidden talents in Rick Territory.

Wendlow didn't wait any longer and directly took out the document from his endless wallet.

It was the tax exemption clause that Karl Franz left for him when he was in Mutter Territory.

He deliberately quickened his movements so that the restaurant security guard could only see the Elector's autograph on the document.

"Please come in quickly. I'm sorry to bother you. Weapons must be left at the front desk. Security work requires extreme caution. I hope you will forgive me."

Being able to be the security guard of a top-notch restaurant, his emotional intelligence is naturally not to be doubted. He quickly told the servants next to him to pack up, and the door slowly opened.

"Ha, you really got in."

"Hey, if you want to survive in the empire, you either have to be really capable, or pretend to be capable."

"Then I won't say anything. I don't understand business matters, so it depends on how you pretend."

In the restaurant, various people and the banners on the plaques have already made the situation here clear.

The four major families hold their year-end conference to maintain their relationships and try to reap benefits from each other.

Although everything seems harmonious, there are actually undercurrents.

In order to make the whole banquet look less monotonous, famous people from Glenburg and several nearby towns were invited to attend the party.

In this way, if any conflicts occur between the four major families, they will not break out in front of everyone.

What a great idea! The most important things should be discussed in the most lively occasion.

If it's done, it's done. If it's not done, just make the excuse that it was just drunken talk.

The famous people who were invited also dressed up in their best clothes. This was a rare opportunity for them.

If you accidentally hear some news from the four major families.

For example, hearing about shipping, animal husbandry, combat, and bureaucratic changes after the beginning of next spring will all be wealth for small families.

Moreover, people from nearby areas come to this kind of party. If your son falls in love with my daughter, we will be a family from now on.

The boys were dressed handsomely, and the girls managed to show off their cleavage in such cold weather. Everyone seemed to be very attentive and kept walking back and forth in the restaurant lobby.

Whether exchanging business cards or toasting each other, they constantly use words as a weapon to create political and business resources for themselves.

As for Mousse, she simply couldn't understand human banquets and had no interest in them at all.

On the contrary, the quality of the wine on the waiter's tray was quite good. The price of this wine was one silver coin per glass, but today the four major families would pay for it.

After living through such a hard time with Windlow for so long, I can finally enjoy myself.

She drank countless glasses of wine before the banquet even started. If she wasn't so pretty, others would have suspected her of being a country bumpkin.

"Cough cough."

A very slight coughing sound came from the second floor, and everyone in the hall on the first floor fell silent.

All the guests looked up at the man on the second floor, the most important figure in the entire restaurant.

Hereditary Count of Grunberg, Mr. Holtzkrug, or simply Count Holtz.

Although the Elector of the Empire is also called Earl, for the sake of ease of understanding, Windlow has his own way of saying it.

The elector is called a duke, the ruler of each provincial capital city is called a marquis, the ruler of a large city is called a count, and the ruler of a small city is called a viscount.

The rulers of larger rural areas or ordinary towns are called barons, followed by knights and other nobles.

After all, within the empire, both electors and city nobles were called counts, resulting in a mismatch between the name of the title and the actual power.

Windlow was still accustomed to using this system of dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts and barons, and determined the different names of a person's titles based on the level of power.

Count Holz's cough silenced everyone.

"The banquet has begun, please help yourself."

Then he turned and entered the private room. The moment the door closed, Windlow clearly saw people from the four major families sitting inside.

Well, this banquet was completely separated, after all, celebrities from the lower class were not qualified to dine with nobles of that level.

After finding a random place to sit down, Mousse and Windlow tried every delicious food on the table as if they had not eaten.

The rest of the people just had a quick taste. The main purpose of the banquet was to exchange information. If they were to eat, they would have already had enough at home.

So he despised both Windlow and Mousse very much, and there was great disdain in his words and eyes.

It is believed that these two people are country bumpkins who made a little money this year by luck and are unknown.

After eating and drinking, Wendlow sat comfortably on the bench, picked up the napkin and slowly wiped his mouth.

Apart from anything else, there is a reason why things here are expensive, but I am not here just to have a free meal, I have a more important purpose.

"What are you looking at?"

When he noticed a younger guy looking at him, Wendlow immediately got angry.

Everyone at the banquet was a big shot within a few miles, and they were young and energetic, so the guy immediately got angry and accepted Windlow's ridicule.

"Ha, what are you looking at? I'm looking at the country bumpkins, eating like they've never eaten meat before. If you want to eat, go home. You can't afford it, can you?"

Wendlow glanced at Mousse from the side, tilted his head and smiled, then immediately turned his gaze back and completely locked on the guy.

At the same time, he once again took out the one-year tax exemption document given to him by Karl Franz, but this time only the signature was revealed.

"Excuse me, Imperial Herald. I just came back from Mutt's Territory. I haven't had hot food for a month."

Then he looked at everyone present one by one, lowering his voice to the slowest.

"It was my recklessness that affected each of you?"