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When Hector hurriedly got into the car to retrieve the item wrapped in cloth, he also directed the servants to guide Agamemnon into the mansion. Hector's actions seemed urgent, as if the painting was very important to him. Meanwhile, Agamemnon followed the servants, feeling somewhat uneasy as he entered the luxurious mansion.
Hector's mansion was not only grand in appearance, but upon entering the gate, one could feel the luxury and elegance of the interior. The entrance of the mansion was a spacious hall, with a high dome adorned with exquisite crystal chandeliers. The light refracted on the crystals, emitting a warm and gentle glow. Various art paintings hung on the walls of the hall, while delicate sculptures were scattered in every corner.
Agamemnon Although well-traveled and knowledgeable, he couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious interior decor. Every piece of furniture, every piece of art, revealed the homeowner's pursuit of beauty and taste. Guided by the servants, he walked slowly, observing everything around him in awe.
Agamemnon was still shocked by the luxury inside the mansion. He stood there, seemingly out of place in this magnificent scene. The servants around him watched him, their eyes filled with respect and curiosity, but Agamemnon didn't know how to respond to their expectant gaze.
At that moment, Hector lightly touched Agamemnon on the back, breaking his confusion and stillness. Hector's voice carried a hint of nervousness and excitement: "Agamemnon, what's wrong? Come on, let's go forward! I want to take you to meet my dad."
Agamemnon was taken aback by Hector's sudden proposal, not understanding why a merchant who had just been on the road was now suddenly wanting to take him to meet his parents. His face showed a look of confusion, but he soon realized that refusing in this situation might seem impolite.
He nodded and followed Hector through the grand hall of the mansion, heading deeper inside. Agamemnon's steps were a bit unsteady as he struggled to Edith pt to this dazzling and unfamiliar world.
Walking through the floors and corridors of the mansion, Agamemnon asked Hector with some concern, "Who are you exactly? And who's your dad? Why do I need to see him?" Hector chuckled and said, "I'm Hector, the eldest son of the the Durin family! My dad is the Duke of Cornwall in the Solarius Empire. You must have heard of him!"
Hector's words made Agamemnon feel even more confused and uneasy. He had thought Hector was just an ordinary merchant, but now he found himself deeply immersed in a noble world that he was completely unfamiliar with.
As Hector observed Agamemnon's reaction, a proud smile appeared on his face: " the Durin family is a well-known noble family in the empire. Our family has a deep heritage in both the arts and trade. As for my father, the Duke of Cornwall, he holds a significant position in imperial politics."
Agamemnon is not familiar with political and aristocratic matters; he is just a wanderer on the continent. He doesn't know how to deal with the current situation, and is full of doubts and uncertainties. Hector doesn't seem to mind Agamemnon's ignorance, but rather finds his reaction interesting.
"Our family has a considerable position and influence in the empire," Hector explained as they walked. "My father, as a duke, is involved in many political and commercial affairs. I'm taking you to see him because I think you are an extraordinary person, and perhaps you can help in our business."
Agamemnon listened to these words, and complex emotions welled up in his heart. He was originally just a simple mercenary, but now he had unexpectedly become involved in this high-level noble world. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face such a change, but at the same time, he also felt a hint of curiosity about the unknown.
Under Hector's guidance, Agamemnon passed through the corridors of the mansion and entered a lavishly decorated reception room. Hector knocked on the door, then pushed it open, gesturing for Agamemnon to enter. Agamemnon took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Following Hector, Agamemnon entered this magnificent room, his eyes couldn't help but look around. Delicate portraits hung on the walls, each depicting members of the the Durin family, revealing the family's long history and prominent status. The last portrait displayed Hector's face, making Agamemnon realize that he seemed to have stepped into an extraordinary world.
Sitting next to the teakwood table in the center of the room is a middle-aged man who looks both solemn and confident. He is sitting with his legs crossed, exuding an air of unchallengeable authority, which makes Agamemnon feel somewhat oppressed. In the corner of the room, several servants stand quietly, ready to serve at any moment.
Hector turns to the middle-aged man and says with a respectful and warm tone, "Father, this is Agamemnon, who saved me on the road. He is a very capable Half Blood." After speaking, he gestures to Agamemnon, as if indicating to him how to pay his respects to the duke.
Agamemnon felt a hint of awkwardness, always seeming out of place in the world of nobles. Unclear about the etiquette here, he clumsily imitated Hector's actions, offering a simple gesture of respect to the duke. His movements were somewhat stiff, causing a slight solemnity to settle in the room.
Despite his discomfort, Agamemnon tried to maintain composure. His eyes revealed a sincerity and determination unfamiliar to such occasions. Standing there in worn-out armor, he starkly contrasted with the luxurious surroundings. Clearly feeling out of place, he still attempted to Edith pt to this entirely new situation.
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