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In April, in the Kurfürst's palace in Nur, the Empire, the old world …
Everybody was now gathered in the room where Laing was staying, watching Emilia put on makeup for Laing. Frey Derick and Devonshire were playing together. Devonshire was not even a year old, but he was already very good at talking. He already knew how to use some spiritual energy, such as playing with fire and splashing water. Together with Frey Derick, they were almost like two fiends who caused a lot of chaos in the Kurfürst's palace. However, the two children were both very obedient to their mother.
In the middle of the room, Amelia took out a few special ingredients, mixed them with a potion, and began to apply them on Leon's face. The countess' face was full of reminiscence as she softly said, "Unknowingly, it's been 12 years."
"Yes, it's been twelve years." Laing echoed, "The last time I asked you to put on makeup like this for me was when I was in Marlin Castle. I was going to attend the party of the Aesthetic Association …"
"Laing! Don't move! " However, Emilia did not give him a chance to finish his sentence at all. The little maid screamed at him not to move. "Don't talk!"
Laing immediately raised his hands, indicating that he surrendered. He shut his mouth.
"How interesting. Emilia's disguise." Suria was wearing a dark blue fluorescent dress made by Lady Eliza's tailor shop in Nur. Her long, straight legs were wearing thin black stockings and black high heels. Maintaining perfect etiquette, the duchess held a cup of black tea and asked, "Emilia, where did you learn this?"
"I learned it when I was young." Emilia seemed unwilling to say more. The little maid's disguise was only shown in front of Veronica. For a moment, she seemed to have returned to twelve years ago, when she was in the mansion on Amber Avenue in Marlin Castle. That period of time might be nothing to other people, but it was a very precious memory for the countess of the Empire. As a matter of fact, when she returned to Nur, she went to Vanderguber Schultz, Grand Duke of Marlin Castle, and proposed to buy the mansion.
Schultz was even more straightforward. He gave it to her for free.
Just like that, everyone in the room watched Laing gradually change from a typical black-haired, blue-eyed Aachen of the Empire into a black-haired, black-eyed southerner.
Alfred Frey and Ingrid were particularly interested. Alfred Frey, but the female Norian was already marveling. "Wow! This is really interesting. I wonder if the Countess can make me look like an imperial noble lady? "
"…" Everyone in the room was speechless when they heard this.
"Okay!" After confirming it again, Amelia finally clapped her hands to show that she was done. The little maid nodded. "Same old. The disguise can last for a whole day. Remember not to touch fire or corrosive liquids."
"No problem." Laing nodded. He looked at the mirror Olica gave him and a creepy smile appeared on his face.
After twelve years, your VAN is finally back!
"My good friend, why do you have to attend the masquerade party like this?" Alfred frowned. The Head of Knights Templar and the Patriarch of the Western Britannia parish crossed their arms in front of their chests. They looked very conflicted. "I'm not saying that it's not good. What I mean is … Ryan, why can Nour hold such a banquet?"
"Why can't Nur hold a party like this?" Laing's face had turned into that of the dark philosopher Van Darkholme. He sneered. "Alfred, do you think that the nobles and citizens of Nur are extravagant? Everyone likes to enjoy themselves. They don't invest their wealth in war preparation and training, but on consumption and parties? This will lead to corruption! "
"Isn't it?" Alfred Frey shrugged. He did not look too happy. The Templar Captain had stayed in Nur with Laing for a few months. He had thought that Nur was a great city, but after a few months, his impression of the city had worsened.
"Alfred … that's their money. They can spend it however they want. What can you do about it?" Leon laughed first, then shook his head and said, "Banquets are being held everywhere. Banquets can be held anywhere. Humans not only need to survive, but also need to be entertained."
"That can be achieved in other ways. There is no need to be banquets, concerts, readings, various celebrations, and touring performances all day long …" Alfred tried to argue. "For example, shooting competitions and glory matches. Aren't they the meaningful parts? Just like Mildenheim? Martial, serious, and ready for war at any time. "
Laing's face became serious. He knew what he should say.
"Because of this, Mildenheim is the home of the biggest sado-masochistic cult in the Empire, the Scarlet Skull Order. Because of the extreme martial and militarized management of the city, the Scarlet Skull Order once corrupted the inner circle of the White Wolf Knights, one-third of the knights of the Teutonic Guard."
"Similarly, because Brunswick is the palace of the Empire's emperor and the location of the Imperial Academy of Sorcerers, there are two of the Empire's biggest sects in Brunswick, the Dark Purple Hand and the Wheel of Shattered. These two sects are especially active in the political struggle of the palace and the exploration of the arcane path. The demon hunters and the Church of Justice have tried many times to wipe them out, but they have not been wiped out completely."
"It is also because of this atmosphere in Nur that the Empire's biggest perverted cult, the Entertainer's Association, is hiding in Nur."
"Finally, the biggest cult, the Scions of Misfortune, is hiding in the dirty corners, sewers, and slums of almost every village and town in the Empire because people there crave health and strength." Laing looked at Alfred Frey and narrowed his eyes. "No matter what you choose, Alfred, there will always be one of the Four Gods of Chaos that suits you."
Alfred Frey was speechless.
"Alright, it's about time. Let's get ready to go, Emilia." Laing stood up. It was already four in the afternoon outside. The banquet would start at seven in the evening.
"You go first, Laing. Let me change my clothes." Emilia waved her hand.
"Okay." At this time, Laing was already in the image of van Darkholme. He nodded, stood up, and set off from the Kurfürst's Palace in advance. Emilia had forged an identity of a great artist for him, but he certainly could not appear in Nur out of thin air. Therefore, Laing needed to walk around in advance and let people know of his existence.
When night fell on the streets of Nur, Laing also arrived at the gate of the Golden Smile Concert Hall. He noticed that it was a splendid concert hall. Many of the exquisite sculptures could be dated back to one or two hundred years ago. The whole concert hall had a very obvious baroque style. The walls were mainly brownish-red and stone, and the lines were alternating with white to form a checkered facade. The overall structure was simple and elegant. Many young Nur nobles had already lined up at the entrance of the concert hall in fancy clothes to enter the concert hall.
Tonight's masquerade party was about to begin.
Laing, or rather, van Darkholme at this time, looked around in self-mockery. He was wearing a black tailcoat, a white shirt, and a black waistcoat made of the best materials. "It's too late. But … why am I not surprised at all?"
"All right, let me wait." Van Darkholme sighed.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Emilia, the well-dressed Lady of the Empire, finally showed up. She was wearing a daffodil floral dress. Her blonde hair was tied up high into a cute princess hairstyle. The perfect combination of pink and white accentuated the unique charm of a great noble princess. Her eyes were deep and charming, beautiful and lovely. Her beautiful legs were wrapped in white lace pantyhose and a pair of princess shoes about five centimeters high. She appeared in front of Laing.
"Aiyo, aiyo, you're pretty good at dressing up, aren't you?" The Imperial Duchess had a playful look on her face. "I don't know how you came up with this face, Mr. van Darkholme? But I have to say that your tuxedo looks … a little artistic. "
"That's for sure. I'm an artist, an artist." The man walked over quickly with a smile on his face. "I came to Nur to pass on my philosophy and satisfy their fantasies."
"Very good, my dark artist." Emilia looked at Laing's current appearance. The Lady of the Empire took out a light blue silk mask with the Nur coat of arms and handed it to Laing. "But I have to say, no one in Nur will wear a mask like yours. You'll be seen through and chased out of the concert hall."
Van Darkholme was wearing a black cow mask. He frowned but still took the mask from Emilia and put it on. "Well, Emilia, you're a little late. The ball has already started."
"No, now's the time." Emilia shook her head. She put on her mask and walked with Laing to the Golden Smile Concert Hall. "Follow me, Mr. van Darkholme. You still don't fully understand Nur's noble circle. Follow me and you won't make any mistakes."
"Of course."
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Golden Smile Concert Hall. Today is the day of the masquerade ball. I'd like to congratulate you on having a good time!" When they arrived at the entrance of the concert hall, the masked attendant immediately came out to greet them. "You're a little late. The ball has already started. What's holding you up?"
"That's right. We were invited by the savior on our way here." Emilia stepped forward, her body exuding the fragrance of cornflowers. The Lady of the Empire made a classic joke in Nur. "Can you tell us what's going on tonight?"
"Of course, the highlight of tonight's show is Miss Angelina's performance. She'll be singing a song that has recently spread throughout the empire. It's a song that everyone loves, 'The Wind Rises'. This song praises the love between our Countess Emmanuel and Duke Ryan on the other side of the mountain. Oh, I always thought that Countess Emmanuel and Duke Ryan were a match made in heaven. It's a pity that Madam Sulia stole their love away!" The attendant said indignantly, but he soon realised that he had misspoken and quickly apologised. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've said too much. I hope the Countess doesn't hear about it. I'll be punished."
"No …" Emilia's beautiful face blushed. She raised her chin. "I think, maybe she'll reward you … What else is going on?"
"There's also a mysterious guest from the bordering prince's territory who'll be performing a new song!" The attendant said eagerly, "Oh, I can't say too much. Miss Angelina's performance has already started. Please go in quickly. Don't miss it."
"Thank you." The two hurried in. By the time they reached the concert hall, the performance was already halfway through.
"I once couldn't extricate myself from the vastness of the world. I also want to fulfill this beautiful story."
"Leaving nothing behind, true or false. Don't struggle. Love ~ him ~ deeply."
"You've already entrusted half your life to her. You've also given your country to her."
"Let your heart be moved by the wind ~"
"In the name of love, goodbye, Countess."
The marimba gently played a beautiful song. The light melody reverberated throughout the hall and didn't stop for a long time.
The audience applauded and cheered for the song. Nur people appreciated love and music. This was indeed a top-notch song, and it even vaguely meant to stand up for Countess Emmanuel.
Suria bitch, Laing scumbag!
After listening to the song, Ryan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Amelia, on the other hand, was a little proud. After the song ended, she brought Ryan around a little and tried a few games. Then, she pushed him, "It's your turn to perform."
Laing nodded and quickly walked backstage.
A few minutes later, the curtains in the concert hall were pulled open. Deafening music blasted throughout the hall, attracting everyone's attention.
On the high steps, three men in tuxedos and two women in gentlemanly suits stood with their backs facing the entire concert hall. A group of backup dancers held large fluffy colored balls in their hands. Bright light shone down from the stage, and a five-colored carpet was laid out on the steps corresponding to each performer.
A line of words rose from the back of the stage.
New Treasure Island!
"Now, let's welcome Mr. Van Darkholme and his friends from the Kingdom of Liguria, a prince's territory on the border of the southern kingdoms, to present us his latest song!" The emcee shouted, "New Treasure Island!"
Accompanied by pleasant music, the five people on the stage slowly turned around and began their performance. The atmosphere in the hall was pushed to the peak.
"Ding Ning Ding Ning Ding Ning ~"
"Describe in detail ~"
"Ding Ning Ding Ning Ding Ning ~"
"Sing this song ~"
"That is New Treasure Island!"
"Ah ~"
Purple lights, magical dance steps, and a unique style quickly conquered all the guests in the masquerade ball. Below the stage, everyone was dancing a magical cross step. Men and women excitedly imitated the movements and hummed a little tune. A craze spread throughout the masquerade ball.
Under the purple light, the ball fell into a real frenzy. Restlessness spread throughout the entire concert hall. Everyone was intoxicated. The city was conquered.
The plan was a success!
… I've been waiting for the section break for a long time …
Just like the banquet at Marienburg, Mr. Van Darkholme shocked everyone again and received the highest courtesy. When Mr. Van Darkholme asked to meet the organizer of the banquet, he was almost immediately granted permission. Led by a Nur noblewoman, Mr. Van Darkholme was brought to the backstage of the Golden Smile Hall. "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Van Darkholme! A great artist. Oh, my God, I love his performance! "
"Do you like my diamond-shaped steps?" The artist from the south smiled bashfully and proudly.
There were about 20 nobles and performers backstage. They looked at the artist in front of them excitedly and applauded. Everyone stood up and welcomed the artist with applause and screams. A male nobleman wearing a mask said loudly, "Wow, Mr. Darkholme, you're amazing. You've brought a new style to Nur … Can you introduce yourself?"
"Very good." Van Darkholme smiled. "I used to attend a lot of gatherings in Marienburg. As you know, there's not much leather there, but I did try to create some. I did a leather show for the people of the Aesthetic Society. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, you know."
"Hahaha ~" There was laughter backstage. Someone asked, "So, Mr. Darkholme, where did your inspiration and artistic cells come from?"
"I'm basically self-taught. I'm currently creating a new and unique style. And now I'm here in Nur. Wow, I'm very, very excited. You can't imagine how excited I am. I'm like a kid in a candy store." Van Darkholme was not afraid at all. He spoke naturally. "I hope to bring something different to this city, a different style. You know, I'm from the border territory of the Southern Kingdom. I like the countryside, the wilderness, and the grassland. I also like leather, chains, and all kinds of patterns. And now I'm putting it to good use!" Van Darkholme said with a smile.
"Very good, Mr. Darkholme. Our boss wants to see you." A waiter approached from afar. "Please follow me."
"It's my pleasure." Van Darkholme did not say much. He immediately followed the waiter into the concert hall office building, went up to the third floor, and entered the office.
A man and a woman sat in the office. The man was handsome, but his face was a little pale. The woman was a beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a floor-length Empire silk dress and her hair was styled in an ancient aristocratic style. She was adorned with pearls and jade, and her beauty was unparalleled. Seeing van Darkholme enter, the woman's lips curled up. "Welcome, Mr. van Darkholme. I heard you wanted to see me?"
“？？” Laing's heart skipped a beat. He quickly smiled. "Of course, beautiful lady. It's my pleasure to meet you."
"Oh? Really? " The woman stretched lazily. She took out a woman's head from under the table and threw it in front of Laing. "Too bad you're late. My dear Laing Macado, the lady you've been looking for has been killed by me."
“？？？！！！” Laing's expression immediately changed. Almost instantly, Mjolnir appeared in his hand.
"Don't. I didn't come to Nur to duel with you." The woman looked very calm. She stretched out her jade-like hand, which was adorned with all kinds of jewelry. The dozens of jewelry on her hand made a series of melodious sounds as she moved.
"It's my honor to introduce you. This is my baron, Hal Harris! Perhaps you know him? "The woman laughed." Abo Wallace also mentioned you to me. He said you're very strong. "
"It's my honor to introduce myself as well."
"I used to have many names, but I've lost them all. I like people to call me by this name."
"Queen of Lemia, Nefrata!"
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