Chapter 12: The Daily Life of the Aristocrats
After the game, it was already evening.
A full moon rose in the sky.
The Guards escorted Prince Philip and Princess Elizabeth away, bathed in the moonlight and rushed back to the Holy City, and some of the guests also left.
But there are still some people who remain in the manor, and those who remain are guests who have no female companions, and this is their time for fun.
Bess clapped his palms.
As if emerging from the ground, a group of beautiful women formed a song and dance troupe appeared in the back garden.
Their appearance immediately added a lot to the manor this month.
As cheerful music sounded, a ball began, and the nobles danced in the garden with their favorite women in their arms.
The music is very cheerful and energetic, and they are all masters of the dance, even the short and fat bass, who dances, and his dancing posture also makes Sean feel ashamed of himself - he lacks such an education, and the dances that soldiers in the army like are only performed in civilian taverns.
Of course, there are delicious food to pick up, fine wine pipes, and a team of well-trained waiters to serve all guests. They are always there to show up just in time for the guests to need food, wine and cigars, and even opium.
This is nothing more than the daily life of the aristocracy.
"Sean, you can't do this, why can't a man live without a woman? Bass held the glass, his face as red as the wine in the glass, but Sean saw only calmness and mockery in his eyes.
"If they hear this, I am afraid that it will incur bad consequences. Sean said.
"No, no, on the contrary, they are proud. Bess shook his head and said, "They were jealous on the Fengyue field, and even fought hard, and then this affair became a beautiful thing that people talked about, and even became the protagonist of the writer's pen."
A nobleman without a lover, his life is considered boring and bleak. Fine wine, opium, and women were the necessities of the aristocracy, and the so-called literary, artistic, musical, or philosophical cultivation was only used to decorate the faΓ§ade. β
I disagree with this outlook on life. Sean said, "Amorous affairs are just very personal things, but they are by no means promiscuous. The woman I want to have can only be exclusive to me. β
"Haha, Sean, you have the potential to be a gentleman and have your own set of principles. But you're still young, and when you've tasted it, you're afraid you won't say so. They indulge in debauchery tonight, and tomorrow they will all become the civilized nobles who behave decently and politely.
Take the song and dance troupe that appeared tonight as an example, among them there are also so-called women from good families, who are only here to make money. Do you think their families don't know? In the eyes of their neighbors, they may have a good image of being hardworking, thrifty, and caring for their families. Do you think they like to be the playthings of aristocratic men? No, they just want their families to live decently. So, where there is demand, there is supply. β
"Well, I'll admit it for now. But I'm not a nobleman!" Sean said, "thank you for your advice, I'll try to disappoint you." β
Sean didn't hear Bess answer, perhaps Bess didn't bother to answer because he had been dragged away by two women with plump bodies.
Sean has no habit of cleanliness, but this drunken life is not what he wants to live, and he is even more unwilling to waste his "first time".
Lighting a Duff cigar, Sean strolled around the manor, and when the laughter behind him faded away, his mood was soothed.
This is the remnant of the St. Helens Mountains, and the walls of the estate almost encompass a peak. Sean walked farther and farther, and when all he could hear was the wind and the sound of small animals in the woods, he found himself on the other side of the mountain.
It is a small bastion-like building, and from the overgrown surroundings, it looks like a remnant of a war from an ancient era.
Sean heard a young woman's cry from the window on the second floor of the building, and if he hadn't been brave enough to see life and death, he would have been scared out of his illness.
Immediately afterwards, a rude woman shouted:
"Stupid woman, shut up!"
"I'm going out. The young woman pleaded.
"Don't even think about it, you crazy woman. β
"No, I'm not crazy, it's the Marquis who lies, I'm not crazy. "Is he just trying to marry a rich woman?" the woman continued, "this poor bastard, conspirator, who has taken everything from me!"
"Shut up!"
"No, he's a bloodthirsty, monster!"
This was followed by the sound of objects falling to the ground, and the wails of women being beaten.
Sean listened for a moment and quietly left.
It was late at night, and it took Sean a long time to find his way back to the manor.
The ball was over, but in every room of the manor, there were two or more men and women lying on the bed and carpet.
Clothing, boots, wine bottles, and food scraps were everywhere, as well as the strong smell of various perfumes mixed together.
After searching for a while, Sean finally found Bess in the attic, he was entangled with two women naked, both of them were asleep, and he couldn't wake up.
Well, Shaun had to find a place to make peace with the servants in the stables for the night, and he would never forget the way the servants looked at him as if they were aliens.
At that moment, Sean felt as holy as a white lotus.