November was the month of winter. Antiffler, located in the north, was very cold and windy. It seemed that the city would become a world of ice and snow at any time.
The clear blue Donati River flowed through the city. Count Mecklenburg's villa was located on a high ground beside the river. Leaning against the Saxon Mountain Wall, Count Mecklenburg's villa overlooked the quiet and beautiful river.
The villa was built in the classical style of columns, which complemented the conservative and rigid architectural style of the Holy Helvetic Empire. However, as Lucien walked through the garden full of lilac flowers and stepped into the living room of the villa, he found that the inside of the villa was extremely luxurious. The wavy curves, the broken eaves, the unique structure, and the delicate details together created an exaggerated sense of distance and hierarchy. It was exactly the style of the luxurious and complicated buildings that originated from Syracuse.
On the walls and ceilings, there were a large area of murals with half-naked beautiful women as the theme. Together with the stacked statues of strong men, the atmosphere of the villa was unrestrained and unrestrained.
Lucien was, after all, half an artist and a preliminary psychoanalyst. While appreciating the weird and contradictory architecture of the Duchy of Orvarit, the Kingdom of Holm, and the Schachran Empire, Lucien thought to himself, "It seems that the young nobles of Heilz Empire are strongly dissatisfied with the old and rigid atmosphere of the empire. They are starting to yearn for the romantic and decadent life in the neighboring Syracuse."
"Well, this is great for the Congress and the Kingdom of Holm," Lucien thought to himself.
Whether it was the cities such as Allyn where the Congress of Magic was located, or the places such as the Kingdom of Holm and the Duchy of Calais, all of them were showing signs of vigorous development. The popularization of alchemical items would also bring about a lot of changes in the social structure and cultural thinking. In comparison, the young nobles of Heilz Empire and Syracuse were all living in a drunken stupor.
Although in this world, it was the senior-rank or above who decided the victory, without the endless supply of backup power, the senior-rank and legendary would not be able to stay alive. One day, there would be a gap in the power of the senior-rank and the legendary.
"So, born in sorrow, die in peace …" Lucien thought to himself. Then, with a polite and elegant smile, he walked to the host of the party, Deniz Mecklenburg.
"My dear Beaulac, I thought you wouldn't come." The handsome Deniz had long blonde hair, and his red formal suit was decorated with many intricate details. There were hollow patterns, mysterious ruby pins, and thin silver chains. Looking at him, Lucien felt like he was looking at a post-modernist artist.
According to Beaulac's description, Deniz was indeed an "artist" who loved painting, drawing, jewelry, and fashion design. Also, he had the common problem of many artists, which was that he liked men and thought of himself as a slim and perfect woman.
However, Lucien knew that he should not underestimate Deniz. He was the first Knight among the young nobles in Antiffler to become a grand Knight. He was only twenty-seven years old, but he was already a level-five grand knight. Also, the bloodline power that he had awakened was the ferocious "Thunder".
Enduring the discomfort, Lucien gently hugged Deniz and smiled. "Why wouldn't I come?"
Deniz covered his mouth and pretended to giggle, "It's just my intuition. Men are all rude and weak. I'm worried that you might have a conflict with Arthen. He's always looking forward to such an opportunity. If he could get rid of you before entering the underground palace, it would be much easier for him. The scattered monkeys would only submit to him, the king of monkeys. "
Lucien's stomach twitched a bit. He tried to make his smile less stiff and said without any fear, "Monkeys are monkeys after all."
Deniz looked at Lucien with his light brown eyes in surprise, "Beaulac, have you gained anything recently? I feel that you're completely different from before. I can feel your confidence. "
Lucien smiled but did not say anything. He was trying to make himself look mysterious.
Deniz laughed in a high-pitched voice, "Things are getting interesting. I'm thinking about whether I should go in with you or not. Beaulac, please me, and I'll help you kill Arthen. "
The reason why Beaulac accepted the invitation was that he wanted to win over Deniz, who was a powerful helper, without activating his bloodline power.
"… Maybe Arthen will have other helpers." Lucien pretended to be a bit happy.
Deniz grinned, "Don't be happy too early. I haven't made up my mind yet. My old man is very optimistic about Arthen."
Lucien could not help but look up at the ceiling. In fact, he really did not need any helpers …
"Isn't this my dear cousin, Beaulac?" An exaggeratedly strong voice came from the door.
Lucien had already heard the voice when he was secretly observing. He turned around and saw a tall blond man in a fancy military suit walking in with a tall, beautiful lady with brown hair.
The military suit was light black, with a golden ribbon on the right chest and a row of medals on the left. The blond man was wearing a white shirt and a white waistcoat, which made him look handsome and handsome. The lady beside him had delicate facial features and an elegant temperament. Her light blue evening dress revealed her fair shoulders and milky breasts, which attracted most of the men's attention. Deniz was also looking at them, but his eyes were full of jealousy and envy.
Lucien looked at the golden-haired man and said to him with the same smile, "Arthen, please maintain your image as a noble. I don't want people to think that we, the Gorse family, are not nobles who like to make a fuss in a banquet."
"You …" Arthen narrowed his eyes. Beaulac, who had always been timid in front of him, dared to mock him. Duda was right. Beaulac had indeed changed a lot.
Therefore, Arthen forced a smile and said, "My dear cousin, it's not enough to be a noble. Our glory comes from our bloodline. If you can't activate your bloodline, you won't even be qualified to imitate a noble. Besides, you don't know how to paint, play the piano, or write poems. You don't know any of the elegant arts. What's the difference between you and an ordinary citizen on the street? No, there's a big difference. At least, many of them can play a musical instrument. "
When Beaulac was in high spirits, he was busy contacting other nobles and attending all kinds of parties. He had no time to learn art. After being surpassed by Arthen, Beaulac devoted himself to his Knight training. However, the more impatient he was, the more he failed to achieve his goal. Instead, he was laughed at by many nobles as a rude barbarian.
Lucien attended the parties just to keep Beaulac's habit. He was not interested in such boring games. Also, Beaulac had been a gloomy person for many years. At this moment, Beaulac would definitely hide his real power as a Knight in order to maximize the benefits in the underground palace. Therefore, Lucien only smiled and raised his eyebrows, "The one who can walk to the end will be the winner."
"Is that so? My dear cousin, I heard that you've been going to the black market a lot recently. You must have gotten some good stuff. That's why you're so confident. However, external help is just external help. You can't go further. " Arthen deliberately revealed that he knew Beaulac's whereabouts, so that he would look more confident.
As he was talking, he reached out his hands and hugged the lady next to him tightly, "Wise ladies, like Jocelyn, will choose me without any hesitation."
Looking at Jocelyn who was blushing and lowering her head, Lucien suddenly had a strange idea. A wise lady would probably make herself strong and then knock out the man she liked and drag him back home.
When Lucien was wondering what kind of attitude he should use to make himself look like Beaulac, the hall suddenly quieted down. At the door, a blonde girl in a white lace evening dress appeared. She was not tall, but there was a hint of liveliness in her elegance. Behind her, there was a woman in a long black dress who looked like an old woman.
"Welcome to my party, Sophia, Her Royal Highness." Deniz stepped forward and kissed Sophia's hand.
Her Royal Highness … Lucien realized that he was destined to be a princess. He had met the princess of the Duchy of Orvarit, the princess of the Elven Court, and now the princess of the Holy Helvetic Empire.
Sophia smiled, "Deniz, if you don't play a song for me, I won't think you're really welcoming me."
Deniz pinched his thumb and middle finger, "You're so annoying. I'm not good at playing, and there are so many people watching. We should invite a man to play for us."
Lucien almost vomited. He slightly raised his head and looked into the old woman's eyes.
The old woman squinted her eyes, as if she had seen through Lucien's Knight ability.
"I'd like to play a song for Her Royal Highness." When Deniz and Sophia were chatting happily, Arthen suddenly stood out. Jocelyn's face became a bit pale.
It was well known that Princess Sophia was a piano fanatic. However, she was not a Knight, and she was not very good at playing the piano. Also, she was the second in line to the throne of the empire, a level five bloodline sorcerer. Countless nobles were chasing after her.
Deniz was a bit surprised. He knew that he was just joking. Sophia, on the other hand, smiled elegantly, "I'm looking forward to your performance, Arthen."
Arthen excitedly walked to the piano in the center of the hall and started to play the song skillfully.
Lucien rubbed his forehead. Wasn't this For Sylvia?
Soon, the song was over. All the nobles in the hall applauded. Although Arthen was not good at music, with his great Knight ability and special training, it was very easy for him to play the piano well. However, whether he could play the piano well or not was another matter.
Seeing the beautiful smile on Princess Sophia's face, Arthen stood up proudly and bowed to her. Then he looked at Beaulac provocatively. You are such a rude barbarian. Even if you become the Duke of the Gorse family, you are still a disgrace to the family!
Lucien thought about Beaulac's impulsive reaction and stood out with a smile. He bowed to Sophia and said, "Can Her Royal Highness play an impromptu song for you?"
"You?" Both Deniz and Arthen were surprised. They thought that they were in an illusion.
A surprised look flashed across Sophia's face, but she still maintained the elegant smile on her face, "I'm really surprised. I didn't expect that you would stand out here, Beaulac. But if you can play the piano as well, I'll be very confident in myself again. Can … Can you give me confidence? "
Sophia's eyes were shining, and her lips were slightly opened. It seemed that no one could resist her charm.
"Her Royal Highness, please listen carefully." Lucien already had someone else in his heart, so he was not affected by her charm. He turned around and walked to the piano. His hands pressed on the black keys, and then he started to play.
A beautiful improvised melody sounded. Deniz's mouth was wide open. He could not believe that Beaulac was a rude barbarian. Arthen's face turned pale. He suspected that Beaulac might have gotten some benefits from the black market. Maybe Beaulac was now as powerful as a Knight.
After dozens of seconds of music, Sophia clapped her hands and smiled, "I'm very confident again, Beaulac. I didn't know that you were also a talented musician."
Lucien walked to Sophia and smiled politely, "I have a secret about this."
"Oh? What is it? Can you tell me? "Sophia blinked her eyes curiously.
Lucien said like a gentleman, "Of course, but I'll only tell you, Her Royal Highness."
The other nobles around them all knew that Beaulac was trying to get close to the princess, but they could do nothing. What kind of secret could it be?
Sophia tilted her head and smiled, "I can't wait."
Lucien whispered into her ear, "If you only play the black keys, Her Royal Highness, you can also pretend that you know how to play the piano."
"Ha …" Sophia thought for a while and burst into laughter. Her smile was as beautiful as a blooming flower. Arthen and the other nobles all looked at Lucien with a complicated expression.
Since the black keys were like pentatonic modes, there were no complicated notes. Therefore, a classical melody could be found easily.
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