"That's good, at least you don't have to worry about him snatching women from me!"
Chadley breathed a sigh of relief. Downton was in control of the country. Not only was he powerful, he was also handsome. No matter how he thought about it, he didn't think he could win against him.
"Haha, Sansa is deflated this time!"
"Deserve it!"
"Did you see that? Her face was as red as a turkey!"
There are also some girls in the team, but they don't have so much resentment towards Downton. Their hostility is focused on Sansa. The men surround her and show their attentiveness. It would be strange for them not to be jealous, even though they can't afford to offend them.
But this does not prevent them from ridiculing in low voices and feeling a little self-satisfied.
"Damn you little bastard, damn Downton, how do you teach your children!"
Listening to these taunts, Sansa wanted to hang Downton up and whip him.
As the stars fill the sky, the bonfire dinner begins.
These aristocratic children are used to enjoying themselves. Even when they go out, they always bring chefs with them, so the wine is sweet and the food is fragrant, making the entire temporary camp suddenly fall into a joyful atmosphere.
"Come, sit here!"
Sansa walked up to Chadley personally and invited him to sit next to her. As for Downton and Rosicky, they were completely ignored.
"Thank you for saving me!"
After thanking her again, Sansa raised a glass full of wine and gestured to the people around her, "Everyone, let us drink a toast to His Highness Chadley's bravery."
"cheers!"
There were cheers everywhere. The nobles would still give Sansa some respect, so they drank heavily.
"The princess is so impressed!"
Chadley's face flushed with excitement, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled a little, causing some of the wine to spill out.
In Belgium, he was also the focus of attention at various banquets because of his status as a prince. But this time it was different, and the people present were not nobles and big businessmen, but royal members and powerful officials from various countries.
Children.
Chadley wanted to tell Sansa that although he had contributed and a few of his subordinates died, it was Downton and his team who really contributed. But this kind of honor made him reluctant to speak and wanted to immerse himself in it more.
Almost instinctively, Chadley turned to Downton, fearing that he would reveal the facts of the day and lose his face.
Downton raised his glass and gave Chadley a cheering look before continuing to talk to Rosicky.
"Sorry!"
Chadley blamed himself because Downton was not invited. He sat very far back and the atmosphere there was deserted, which was in sharp contrast to the campfire banquet.
"Enjoy this night, it's yours!"
Sansa deliberately lowered her head and leaned close to Chadli to whisper.
"This is yours too!"
Chadley tried his best to maintain the most perfect etiquette and not to show his triumphant expression. Sansa's action just now made him think that the princess had a crush on him. Little did he know that Sansa was deliberately provoking trouble and using him to test these things.
noble.
This group of nobles attended countless banquets. Because of their identity and status, a central figure would naturally appear in every banquet, and Princess Sansa from the Principality of Winterfell was naturally the focus of attention, so those who were close to him
, will naturally attract the most attention.
"The Belgian Prince of Bastard Fish. Just wait and see, I'll make him deflate in a while!"
Some hostile eyes fell on Chadley. The men were all on the same starting line. Facing him who had obviously developed a closer relationship with Sansa, they naturally had ill intentions. Let him make a fool of himself and make the princess hate him. He
I'm embarrassed to pursue the princess anymore.
As the atmosphere heated up, people began to compete. In addition to the guards, there were also nobles among them. This was not a duel and there would be no casualties, so this was undoubtedly the best opportunity to show off.
"How does it feel?"
Rosicky joked. Downton is so deserted and terrifying, it’s a completely different world.
"It turns out that nobles have small circles just like ordinary people!"
Downton sighed. When he first entered the post office, he was hostile and troubled by the old postmen. For the tuition, he gritted his teeth and endured it. He didn't expect that becoming a noble would have to go through it again.
"Of course, if you want to make a name for yourself in the upper class, you either have to have a very powerful background, or you have to go out of your way to strike up a conversation. Silently hiding in a corner like you, pretending to be cold and aloof, other than making people laugh at you for being stupid.
Other than that, there is no gain at all!”
Rosicky looked at the people over there and sighed with emotion, "Did you know? Some people will pay a lot of money to get an invitation to attend a high-class banquet. Have you seen that middle-aged man who is nodding and hunching around and smiling in apology?
?That’s the norm!”
In addition to middle-aged people, there are many similar people who don't care about having fun, but are running around trying to make friends with as many powerful people as possible.
"For them, the worst thing is not having no money to give gifts, but having a lot of money but unable to find a way out."
Rosicky said this because he wanted Downton to understand that to be a noble, he had to put on a mask and actively integrate into it.
"You can't even squeeze into the circle of royals from these third-rate countries, and those second-rate ones won't even look at you."
Homer finally spoke. In the aristocratic circle, the hierarchy is more distinct. Sometimes if you even move half a step ahead of others, you may offend others.
"Downton is the fifth level of the scepter and is more powerful than all of them!"
Juliet was not convinced.
Rosicky and Homer couldn't help laughing.
"You are so naive." Madeleine came closer, "When nobles talk, they will glance at each other's chest without leaving a trace at the first glance."
"Why?"
Hu Tao was puzzled.
"Because the family emblem worn is a person's passport. Not to mention the royal family of the nine empires, even if Downton wears the emblem of a wealthy family, even if he hides in the toilet, people will come up to him to show his courtesy."
Madeleine explained, glanced at Downton's wine glass, and immediately shouted, "How disgusting, you actually drank secretly!"
"Ah, big brother, why don't you wear a badge on your chest?" Hutao was puzzled, "You have one too!"
"I didn't stop you?"
Downton rolled his eyes, hiding the bitterness in his heart. A badge is different from a battle flag. A battle flag can be embroidered with achievements, but a family emblem represents the inheritance of a family, even if Downton polished it with the most expensive star diamond.
No one would take him seriously, but would treat him as a laughing stock.
A family crest is the heritage of a family!
Whoosh!
Madeleine poured out the red wine. She walked to the wine barrel placed aside, unscrewed the water pipe shaped like a deer's head, and took a large glass full of it.
Gudu! Gudu!
Even though the leader of the Royal Sisters raised her head and drank heavily in one breath, she didn't show any roughness at all. Instead, she was extremely bold and majestic.
"This woman is definitely not simple!"
Rosicky squinted his eyes and looked at Madeline carefully.
“Delicious!”
Madeleine wiped her lips with the back of her hand, peeled off a few toffees and threw them into the wine glass, shouting to the group members. "Come here quickly, there is wine here!"
"where?"
"How delicious is it?"
"Is it a tribute?"
The members of the opera troupe came over laughing and joking. Downton didn't have any aristocratic airs, so everyone let it go.
"I'll share the wine!"
Hutao held the wine glass in his mouth and moved the wine barrel to the table.
The water hose was opened, and as the bright red wine flowed out, a sweet smell immediately filled the air.
"Wow, it smells so good!"
Several drunkards shouted out.
"Eh. Give up!"
A girl walked past Downton and nudged him with her elbow.
Downton made an apologetic gesture and backed away.
Rosicky and Madeleine gave a thumbs up in unison. What they admired most about Downton was his generosity, humility and courtesy.
"It's delicious. What's the name of this wine?"
A drunkard handed the wine glass to Xiao Hutao again.
"Drink slowly, do you think this is boiled water?" Madeleine scolded with a smile. "This is the wine of victory, a tribute brewed by the elves. It cannot be sold on the market!"
"ha?"
The drunkard was startled, and his outstretched hand froze.
"Hold it!" Xiao Hutao stuffed the wine glass and greeted loudly. "Next one!"
"Captain, don't scare me!"
The drunkard smiled bitterly.
"Why are you bluffing? I insist on setting a price. A drink like this costs at least tens of thousands of gold coins!" Madeleine teased, "It will take at least five years for you to sell yourself in a tavern to pay back the price!"
"He looks like this, even the ogres are not interested in him!" Pippin continued, and then shouted, "Come on, let's raise a glass and wish Lord Downton that all his wishes will come true!"
"Victory wine? What a bragging rights!"
Sansa had been eavesdropping on the conversation between Downton and his entourage. When she heard this, she couldn't help but ridicule that a group of ignored bumpkins could coax some commoners who had never seen the world to satisfy their sense of superiority.
The wine of victory is a wine that only elves can brew. My family also has some, but they are all treasured in the wine cellar. Whenever they go into battle, they will be given to the generals who command the troops to symbolize victory.
My father was very generous, but he would not give wine to nobles who could not stand up to the stage, let alone a group of common people.
"A bunch of rubes!"
"Hang around with the opera troupe, you really lose your status!"
"Toffee? I've never heard of it, but that royal sister is so beautiful, especially her long legs, which are clamped around her waist. She must be so beautiful!"
The nobles looked down on Downton more and more. Some of them drank too much and looked at Madeleine with lustful eyes, wishing to suppress her immediately.
"Let's go and ask about the price!"
The prince of Gwent stood up, and a dozen nobles who were not afraid of trouble immediately surrounded him and walked over.
In the Western Continent, some low-profile opera troupes simply cannot support themselves by performing operas, so actresses have to work part-time as prostitutes. Some even wander around in the name of opera troupes, because this can save them a lot of trouble.
"Hey, are you the leader? How much does it cost per night?"
Gwent's servant and a civilian leader didn't bother to put on any false faces and directly asked in a low voice.
"Sir, have you drunk too much?" Pippen smiled and came over, "Do you want me to persuade you to go back?"
"Get away!"
The servant raised his foot and was about to kick Pippin, but he thought that there was a large group of nobles watching, so he held back and growled with an unswerving expression, "Your Highness wants to watch the opera, please give us a price?"
"If we want to perform specifically for you, one performance will cost 30,000 gold coins. Do you think it will start at eight o'clock tomorrow morning?"
The steward in the group pushed Pippen aside and quoted the price.
"Thirty thousand? It's so cheap. It's not enough for a meal!"
"So it's a third-rate opera troupe whose name I've never heard of. No, maybe it's not an opera troupe at all."
"These female members are pretty good-looking, but other than that they are really useless."
The nobles discussed loudly and didn't care what the people in the opera troupe thought.
"Okay, I'll give you fifty thousand gold coins!"
None of the servants wanted to bargain.
"Okay, will the performance start tomorrow morning? It's too late now, and the performance won't be very good."
Stewardship advice.
"Tomorrow is now!"
The servant frowned.
"Okay, I'll let them prepare!"
The steward was ready to say goodbye.
"Wait a minute, forget about the others. As long as your leader remembers to let her take a bath, our leader hates the smell of cheap perfume,"
The servant gave instructions one by one, "The perfume needs to be strong-scented. Our Highness likes it. Forget it, I guess you don't have it either. I'll have it delivered later. Go and prepare it quickly?"
"what do you mean?"
The steward's face turned ugly.
"What else can you mean, someone has taken a liking to our leader and asked her to sleep with him?"
Pippen complained.
The chatter and laughter subsided, and the group members glanced at Madeline and then at Downton.
"Our Highness is the prince of Gwent!"
The servant's words were both showing off and intimidating. In his opinion, if the prince spoke, the woman would definitely kneel down and lick him.
"Haha, interesting!"
Sansa smiled. If Madeleine is taken away, then Downton's face will be lost in the frozen soil of the North. If she is a prostitute, then he will become a laughing stock if he travels with prostitutes. He will never even think about being in the aristocratic circle in this life.
Heads up, if it weren't for the whore, Sansa was ready to concoct a cuckold rumor that his woman had been slept with by another man.
"Want to expand your network in Xueman? I will make you a huge clown!"
Sansa said harshly, just because of Downton's contempt for the Stark family, she would destroy this man and make him a dog, wagging his tail in front of her all day long.
Snapped!
When the servant slapped the steward on the face, the clear sound finally made the nobles pay attention to the conflict here.
"Don't be shameless. I'll say it again, let your captain prepare quickly!"
The servant lost his patience. In the Western Continent, where slavery existed, it was as common for men to go to prostitutes as to eat and drink, so he had no shame at all.
Some male nobles looked greedily at Madeleine's beautiful legs wrapped in tight leather pants, and secretly swallowed their saliva.
"Hey, leader, let me meet you, I am the prince of Gwent!"
Gwent walked up to Madeleine and stretched out her hand.
"Are we familiar? Who allowed you to call me leader?"
Madeline frowned, and her powerful aura exploded instantly.
Being stared at with the disdainful eyes of the captain, Gwent shuddered and felt a surge of excitement crawling from his tailbone through his back and poured into his brain, making him almost moan with pleasure.
.
Some masochistic nobles heard Madeleine's queenly voice and wished they could be stepped on by her boots. (To be continued...)