The newly popular waltz music creates elegant waves. On the splendid dance floor, the evening gowns decorated with gold and silver threads are dazzling, and the well-dressed people move gracefully on the waves of music. The common people will never taste it in their lifetime.
The fine wines and delicacies that arrived were served in gold and silver tableware and piled on the long dining table. A single silver plate or silver candlestick sold in the market could be worth the living expenses of ordinary people for ten or even decades.
For the nobles who are the ruling class at the top of the social pyramid, this scene and atmosphere that ordinary people cannot experience in their lifetime is only "slightly luxurious". Compared with the banquets held by the royal family for major events, it still seems
A bit shabby.
In fact, as long as they have that intention, ball organizers and other nobles can hold an unprecedented grand event that dwarfs the royal family. However, in a high-class society where birth determines everything, doing so is purely to attract hatred and seek death, and many prominent people are willing to die.
The great nobles fell into this kind of thing.
Compared with the real function of the dance, nouveau riche-style showing off wealth is unnecessary and will attract ridicule. As long as it is not too shabby, people naturally have little interest in competing and burning money.
At the ball, apart from being polite and pretentious, no one's energy stayed too much on the exquisite meals, elegant music and appreciation of decorative paintings. There were more important things that required their attention.[
"It is an honor for me to dance with you."
The unattractive middle-aged man in his thirties gently held the girl's hand, his lips lingering on the smooth back of the hand. Miss Montrancy, who was slightly plump, had two blushes on her cheeks and smiled politely.
"Where can I dance with a young industrialist like you? It's a dream."
The exchange of disgusting lines was completed. The president of the company and the girl who was sizing up the top rich husband coordinated their body movements with each other to the beat of the waltz. The eyes around them were full of envy, extreme disdain, and ridicule.
From the perspective of the concept of marriage with family interests as the only criterion, the organizer of the ball, Charlemagne and even the richest man in the world, the 3000-carat extra-large Eight Hearts and Eight Arrows diamond Wang Laowu - the president of the consortium Siegfried Otto Li Lin, can be called the best golden tortoise.
Son-in-law. His wealth is as rich as the country's and he has a huge influence on the political and economic circles.
Power is something that nobility, big and small, can only dream of. Although he has an adopted son who is not related by blood, but has received careful training, it is quite difficult to obtain the above-mentioned benefits. But the nobles still firmly believe that as long as their daughter marries,
In a few years, the names of the company's heirs will be updated.
The turbulent love offensive and all kinds of tense competitions come at the same time. Use gems, gold and silver jewelry and the highest-end dresses as armor, and the latest fashion cosmetics as arms. While annihilating all competitors, conquer Li Lin's cruel war, and send out invitations to the ball
It broke out at that moment and is now entering a white-hot state.
"Superficial woman, superficial aristocrat."
Swirling the crystal wine glass, the amber brilliance of the noble rot wine also swayed. Brunhil raised his eyebrows. He raised his neck, and the fragrant aroma and chattering sigh rushed into his stomach.
"There is no way, the ecology of the aristocracy is like this."
Tyr smiled bitterly. Brynhil's words not only caused her to be shot in the knee, but also caused the class of Alfheim called the "vested interest group" by the Archon to be shot in various ways.
It may sound like a dance, but the entertainment content is limited after all. My job is actually a part of upper-class society and another platform for political activities.
Political marriage, intelligence collection, prior negotiation of new bills and decrees, choosing sides, rubbing the sand and applying eye drops - the negotiations, negotiations, and conflicts in the political world are all mixed up in the reserved dance and love games of gentlemen and ladies. For a country
Generally speaking, it is a good thing that all kinds of things that can be done and things that cannot be done can be successfully achieved under the lubrication of waltz.
Similarly, the café of the Alfheim Senate Building and the salon of the Liberal Alliance also serve similar functions.
"If we stop holding ceremonial dances on a regular basis, the country will not be able to maintain its operations smoothly. This can only be said to be a serious disease of the system of human society and the ruling class of the aristocracy, right?"
Brunhil smiled brightly, and in front of his smile, which was illuminated by the magic spotlight of the special box, Tier also felt a little drunk.
Indeed, the elves who have personally experienced the entire process of the creation, exploration, and maturity of Alfheim's political system and have become accustomed to that set of game rules believe that the rules of humans and orcs are really backward.
It is also dominated by a small number of elites. There are internal factions and internal competition due to different interest demands. However, due to the lack of a sufficient number of well-educated and responsible technocrats in human society, there is a lack of a system that can sort out the contradictions among various social classes.
; Lack of a right to all within the territory
Grassroots units - every village, every street, every community has a central government with absolute authority; finally, the most important thing is the lack of a wise leader with sufficient ability and skill. This makes people accustomed to "enlightened autocracy"
, the elves of the "Superman Philosophy" have absolutely no regard for the human social system.
To sum it up in a sentence that makes human rulers extremely unhappy: This must be a systemic problem!
"Even conservative tea parties and liberal salons are more serious than this."[
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl in the center of the dance floor making eyes at Li Lin, and Brunhil complained and drank another glass of wine.
"I think that lady is really trying her best."
"oh?"
"I heard that the Count of Montrancy has not been having a good time recently. The Prime Minister has had enough patience with the nominal navy under his control. Just yesterday, he severely reprimanded the naval marshal in front of the king and many ministers.
oh."
The Prime Minister was not a tolerant man, and just imagining what followed the rebuke was enough to make Charlemagne's nobles shudder.
So, you choose to show your favor to the company, hoping to use the "father-in-law of the company president" sign to make the Prime Minister avoid the rat. In addition to saving your power and life, do you also plan to get an unexpected windfall?
Brynhil, who understood the implication of the words, looked at Miss Montrancy again. Her face seemed to be full of joy and intoxication, but the emptiness in her eyes could not be hidden from Brynhil, who was also a woman.
"I heard that the young lady looks like a childhood sweetheart."
Till added lightly.
Brunhil took a sip of wine and exhaled a long breath.
In the final analysis, the glamorous and decent life in daily life must be maintained at a corresponding price. Since there are people who are hungry and cold, noble people must pay corresponding responsibilities and obligations.
She was born as a daughter of a noble family, fed and clothed, learned etiquette, lived a pampered life, and cared for her beautiful face, all in order to one day dedicate her body to family interests or political purposes to win over a strange man who had no feelings at all. She was born just for this purpose, and then prepared carefully.
It's just a prop.
The lips parted, and words like pity poured out.
"Really, I risked my life." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote and vote monthly. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go and read.)
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