Chapter 157: Long Time No See, Little Antigo

As Mr. Door had predicted, the envoy was sent to escort them to the Tudor Empire's royal palace was already waiting at the dock.

After Lynn and the others disembarked, the envoy first formally represented the Tudor royal family, expressing congratulations on the delegation's safe return, acknowledging the hard work of their mission, and offering commendations. He then mentioned that the palace had prepared a banquet to celebrate the successful return of the delegation, inviting everyone to attend.

Finally, after these formalities were completed, the envoy pulled out a smaller piece of parchment from his pocket and respectfully addressed Lynn, Bethel, and Amon.

"Duke Amon, Duke Bethel, and Your Highness Libert, His Majesty has also prepared a tea party and invites the three of you to attend."

"A tea party?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, curiously asking, "Is it just the four of us and... His Majesty Tudor?"

"Besides Your Highnesses, Lord Antigonus is also invited," the envoy, who had clearly done his homework and knew Lynn's public identity, respectfully replied.

"Oh, it seems His Majesty Tudor is quite leisurely..." Lynn stroked his chin, pondering something as his smile grew brighter. He glanced at the other two and smiled, "You didn't mention this to me before."

A small tea party, what a perfect opportunity to act!

What a perfect setting to make a move!

Bethel's brow twitched, and he quickly apologized in a low voice, "Sorry, it slipped my mind."

Actually, it wasn't that he forgot, but as the "conscience" of the three cautious families, Mr. Door found it hard to let Tudor's beloved tea party become a scene of psychological trauma, so he hadn't mentioned it.

Yes, even though Bethel wanted to beat up his superior, his principles were clearly a bit higher than the other two in this regard.

"No problem, telling me now isn't too late." Lynn didn't mind Mr. Door's omission and smiled.

Amon adjusted his crystal monocle and smilingly explained, "His Majesty Tudor has never liked overly lively banquets. Generally, for any important matter, he would hold such small tea parties. If you want to attend, there will be plenty of opportunities."

"That's not very hunter-like..." Lynn stroked his chin, unable to resist a sarcastic comment, "Even though he's already a Red Priest, he still leans towards the Black Emperor?"

"Perhaps he just doesn't want to change his long-standing habits." Bethel found this quite normal. Alista Tudor had always favored the Black Emperor over the Red Priest, especially his unchanged asymmetric aesthetic.

With this thought, Mr. Door suddenly remembered something and scrutinized Lynn for a few moments, then his expression became subtle.

Lynn's attire was very traditional, perfectly symmetrical clothing. This type of clothing was uncommon in the Tudor Empire, given that their emperor favored asymmetric Clothing.

This meant that in the Tudor Empire, people's attire, headwear, and even homes reflected an asymmetric, irregular, chaoticness.

"Do you want to change your clothes before meeting Tudor?" Bethel asked delicately after a few seconds of hesitation.

"Ah?" Lynn was stunned for a moment, looking down at his outfit purchased in the Balam Empire, and then glanced at the attire of those around him. He suddenly realized.

Oh, I almost forgot, Alista Tudor seems to like asymmetric Clothing.

"If I don't change, will he hit me?" Realizing the situation didn't make Lynn any more inclined to change his clothes, and he asked with a smile.

"Usually, no, but he might gift you a set of clothes that matches his aesthetic on the spot." Bethel spoke with the tone of someone recalling unpleasant memories, "If you don't change, it could be troublesome later."

"Then I won't change." Lynn said cheerfully, "I prefer symmetrical clothing."

Bethel wasn't surprised, after all, Lynn planned to ambush Tudor, so accommodating his aesthetic was unlikely.

Their conversation wasn't particularly quiet, but the envoy acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, bowing his head even lower.

The envoy wasn't disloyal to Tudor. However, as someone close to Sequence 0, Bethel held an extraordinary status in the Tudor Empire.

Thus, when it came to Mr. Door and his son, comments about His Majesty that weren't too respectful but also not too outrageous, the envoy would pretend not to hear.

"Didn't you say we were going to a tea party? Let's go, let's go, I'm quite eager to meet His Majesty Tudor!" Lynn then looked at the envoy, whose head was almost buried in his chest, and spoke cheerfully.

"It would be a shame to miss this chance."

"Your Highness Libert is jesting. Given your status, you will be invited by His Majesty many times in the future." The envoy, relieved that they had stopped saying anything too disrespectful, finally raised his head and respectfully answered.

"Let's hope so..." Lynn blinked, saying meaningfully.

Bethel couldn't help but lower his gaze at these words. He knew exactly what Lynn meant: after this tea party, the next might be when they make their move.

Amon still smiled, showing a clear difference from Mr. Door's "conscience."

The envoy, unaware that the three loyal King of Angels of the Tudor Empire were becoming its greatest threats, led the group toward the palace.

Soon, they arrived at their destination, and Lynn and the others naturally separated from the rest of the delegation, being led by the envoy to a small garden.

This garden was meticulously maintained, with a variety of flowers in full bloom, even those not typically in season, showcasing a stunning splendor.

The only thing Lynn wanted to comment on was that the flowers had been meticulously pruned, with no two flowers appearing symmetrical. Even the petals were mostly in odd numbers, exemplifying an asymmetric, chaoticness.

In the center of the garden, a pavilion also reflecting irregular charm contained a round table and high-backed chairs, one of which was already occupied.

The man seated there looked young, though his long hair was half-white. His dark eyes held a deep sense of age and his facial features, though decent, were marred by patches of coarse black stubble, creating a paradoxical impression of both youth and age, sanity and madness.

The man sat quietly, holding a thin booklet in his hands.

So familiar!

Lynn blinked, immediately recognizing the man's identity—Antigonus.

Antigonus also noticed their arrival and looked up, his gaze first landing on Mr. Door, which seemed to trigger a reaction, causing him to tighten his grip on the booklet. Then he looked at Lynn beside Mr. Door.

Antigonus appeared surprised and hesitant.

Oh, so you remember me... Lynn raised an eyebrow and waved cheerfully, saying, "Long time no see, little wolf!"

(End of Chapter)