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Marcus and Eleanor watched the farce coldly, Marcus took the red wine to hide his lips, and said softly to Elinor.

"It seems that Lawrence and Herbert are determined to protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. ”

Eleanor wondered, "So what are we going to do, uncle, are you on the side of Maysfield?"

"No! Marcus said with a slight disgruntle, "We have the biggest stack, and it's not time to bet yet." ”

Marcus pointed to the two middle-aged nobles standing in the center of the banquet hall, the two of the last of the seven kings to arrive in the imperial capital, Grand Duke Durali and Marseille Barton.

Compared with Erosa, who has grown by leaps and bounds in recent years, and the old powerhouse Hotson, Durali and Marseille Barton are not impressive. The two archdukes are known for being low-key in the empire, but low-key does not mean imbecile, how to deal with the gradually deteriorating situation of the empire, it seems that the two archdukes who are geographically adjacent also have their own genealogy in their hearts.

The two Grand Dukes, who were discussing the turmoil with the nobles around them, seemed to feel something, and they looked at Marcus and toasted him from a distance.

Marcus and Eleanor returned the salute in return, and the four Grand Dukes toasted at the same time across the crowd.

Marcus took advantage of the drinking and said again, "Look, neither of them is still dead, what are we anxious about? Elinor, as the head of a country, you have to realize that every move we make at this moment will affect the whole situation." For the sake of our plans, it is best to wait and see. ”

"I listen to you, uncle!"

Eleanor answered honestly, but the moment he looked up to drink, his squinted eyes shone with wisdom.

In the center of the turmoil, Mesfield, who had lost a game, led the nobles in his camp to turn and leave.

Lawrence, who was holding the red wine, raised his glass to Elbert and thanked him, "Thank you for your help, Your Highness the Crown Prince. ”

"I just did what I was supposed to do. Elbert smiled and nodded.

He looked at Vivien Leigh, who was firmly tugging at the corners of Charlotte's clothes, and the corners of her smiling eyes twitched imperceptibly. But he quickly remembered Cynthia's advice, and still remained graceful and got down on one knee to invite Vivien Leigh to dance.

"Your Royal Highness, beautiful princess, may I ask if I have the pleasure of inviting you to dance with you?"

Vivien Leigh looked at Charlotte a little bewildered, but the latter had just received a big gift from Elbert, and no matter how shameless and skinless she was, she couldn't find a reason to refuse for Vivien Leigh at the moment.

It was clear that Vivien Leigh was aware of this as well, she hesitated, bit her thin lip and nodded, "If you don't dislike my dress, it will disgrace you!"

"How is it possible! At this moment, I only have honor and uncontrollable joy in my heart!"

Elbert's smile at the moment was indeed sincere, and he took Vivien Leigh's hand and got up, and his originally calm pace was a few points brisker.

If the initial proposal to Vivien Leigh was motivated by political considerations, then since he met the princess in Lucerne, Elbert couldn't help falling in love.

Just how attractive is Vivien Leigh? Honestly, it's a matter of opinion.

In Steeu, where women are beautiful for their femininity, Vivien Leigh, who likes samurai clothes and often wears armor, is definitely not feminine. But her gorgeous beauty, heroic temperament, kind and strong character, and occasionally cute cuteness have blended her into a rare treasure full of personality and vitality.

Elbert took Vivien Leigh's hand and led her to the center of the dance floor, and when the music played and his hand reached Vivien Leigh's soft and slender waist, he immediately noticed that the cheeks of the heroic princess in front of her, who was wearing a samurai costume and looking like a beautiful boy, were flushed, and her originally soft psoas muscles were tense like springs.

This made Elbert nervous, his palms were sweating, he carefully looked at the woman he loved in front of him, and then took the first tentative step.

The clumsy Vivien Leigh danced stiffly to Elbert's dance steps, her crimson cheeks solemn and stiff, and the heroic princess seemed to be commanding a great battle, her serious eyes full of determination that could not be defeated.

This made Elbert, who was also nervous, burst out laughing, and when he saw Vivien Leigh's puzzled and dissatisfied eyes, he smiled apologetically and said softly.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Princess. Did you know that you are the loveliest princess I've ever seen in my life......"

In the corner of the food area, Claire, who rarely drinks on weekdays, looked at Vivien Leigh, who was hugging Elbert on the dance floor, and called the waiter who walked sideways past him.

He rested the empty goblet on the tray and took it from the tray without hesitation. Just as the waiter was about to turn away, Claire pressed the waiter's shoulder again and shook the goblet at him, which was empty again.

A drop of cold sweat oozed from the waiter's forehead, and he asked kindly, "Sir, do you need some decanting soup?"

"Do you think I need it?" asked Claire grimly.

The waiter was startled and trembled and said, "No! I think you need more wine, so I'll prepare it for you!"

"Thank you for your kind and understanding. Claire picked up the last glass of wine from the tray and nodded to the waiter.

Just as he was about to drink it all again, the force from his shoulders stopped him. Claire looked at the spoiler with three points of confusion and seven points of dissatisfaction, only to see Charlotte raise her glass at him.

"It's not a good habit to drink alcohol!" Charlotte clinked glasses with Claire forcefully, and he took a sip of the wine in his glass, and said vaguely, "What's the matter?

"yes. Claire drank the wine again, his otherwise pale face now revealing an abnormal flush, "I'm thinking about how to murder a crown prince at a banquet without anyone noticing. ”

Suddenly hearing this kind of cold joke from the mouth of Claire, who was always cold, Charlotte couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Haha, buddy! You really sound like the wail of a defeated dog! Since you are so jealous, why don't you invite Vivien Leigh to dance in person?"

Claire opened her mouth, not knowing what to answer. He could only raise his glass as if he was running away, and hide his helplessness by drinking.

At this moment, Brent shook his head and walked from the saloon, he took a few steps, sighed, and took three glasses of red wine from the waiter who passed by him, and handed them to Charlotte and Claire.

"What are you talking about?" asked Brentt.

"I was talking about the jealousy of a certain defeated dog, but I was jealous of Elbert, but I didn't dare to invite my sister to dance. Charlotte grinned.

"Clam?" said Brent, too, with contempt, "Dude, you're a coward! you've got to learn from me, I've been rejected twice in a row, and I still won't give up." Chasing girls has to be cheeky and black-hearted, which is the same as being a politician!"

"It's none of your business!" Claire, who was a little upset, said in an unhappy tone.

Charlotte and Brent shrugged, and the former asked curiously, "Did that chick you hugged dump you just now?"

"No, I dumped her. I feel like I need to challenge myself a little bit more to prove my charm!"

"And which ignorant girl have you set your target for?" asked Charlotte curiously. Claire also had an interested expression.

"Whoa!"

Brent pointed to the corner of the salon, where a lonely girl in a white dress sat on a fur sofa. The girl's body exudes an aura that no one is allowed to enter, although several unwilling guys came forward to invite dance, but all of them died without exception.

"It's the ignorant girl!" Brontë said, shrugging his shoulders.