When Charles entered the banquet hall, he was praised by many people, but it was mostly the praise of the ladies and ladies. The conservative old aristocrats mostly expressed disdain and disdain for Charles' attire.

How can there be a nobleman who does not put powder on his face? Who does not wear flowers on his body? Who does not have a nobleman's hair curled? How can there be a nobleman who does not spray perfume on his body?

Dancing for a while and sweating, isn't it sassy?

That is, Charles still has a bit of an identity, otherwise a few old guys who are old and serious will go up and scold him, what do you mean by being so clean?

Can you young people not apply powder to their faces? How can we cover up the furrow-like wrinkles without applying powder to our faces?

You young people don't wear hair oil or wigs? So how do you pick up my big bald scoop?

You are a little character, if you are dressed so handsome, how can we old guys hook up with the lady and miss here?

A phoenix blends into the flock, and even if he shows his beautiful wings, he will also be regarded as a shame by a flock of weak chickens.

But when Léo Hohenzollern entered in the same crisp and clean outfit, many in the room suddenly realized that a new fashion revolution might be coming soon. And the old rules that have been adhered to for many years may be broken one day.

Every change in fashion is accompanied by the change of the times, because it represents the challenge of the new class to the elderly, which is also the unchanging law of the mainland for thousands of years, and it is a very vigilant thing.

But with a loud sound of salute horns, a group of weak chickens saw the third phoenix tonight.

The host of today's banquet, King Rousseff Augustine of Florens, entered with Queen Marvina, and the style of their clothes was almost the same as the new gowns of Charles and Fani.

Rosseff did not wear a hat, his hair was casually draped, and he did not symbolically apply a little powder as before, and his resolute face showed a healthy and natural color.

Charles and Fani glanced at each other, both stunned, wondering how this could happen.

However, when Charles saw the court tailor Illy from the group behind Rousseff, he immediately understood what was going on.

This woman gave the brainchild of Fani and Olive to His Majesty the King, as a ladder to her promotion to the chief tailor of the royal family.

When King Rotherff appeared, a crowd of ministers and nobles flocked to him to listen to the New Year's address from King Florens, who had performed miracles for decades.

Roself's New Year's address was as simple and crisp as his new dress, and after a few simple words, the banquet entered the formal stage.

The door between the front and back halls of the banquet hall opened, revealing three rows of tables nearly 100 meters long, with white tablecloths and bright dishes, which aroused the stomachs of hundreds of guests, and hundreds of waiters lined up to greet them, waiting for the guests to be seated.

King Rotherf and Queen Marvina sat at opposite ends of a row of tables in the middle, and the couple looked at each other nearly 100 meters apart, which was also a special status symbol.

It is customary for the host and his wife to sit at opposite ends of the table, but who can invite hundreds of noble guests at the same time to a banquet like the royal family?

Ordinary people don't have this ability, nor do they have this qualification.

Once the host is seated and the guests begin to take their seats, the oppressive nature of class identity is revealed.

The chubby old man Kig took several of the king's attendants, according to the rank and status of the visitors, and guided them to sit down in turn, the higher rank is advanced, the lower rank is backward, when the two have the same title, the older is advanced, the younger is backward, the man is more advanced than the woman, and the field nobles are more advanced than the honorary nobles.

The first guest will naturally sit close to the host, the man is close to His Majesty King Rousseff, and the woman is close to Queen Marvina at the bottom, the farther the seat is from the host, the worse you are in the mix.

"Your Highness Fani and Miss Olive Live, please come with me first, and Count Charles, please wait a moment!"

A short time later, Kieg himself came over to lead Fani and Olive to the table, but Charles, who was significantly higher, was left behind.

"Mr. Kiger, I ...... Can you take a seat later?"

Olive hesitated visibly, and the little man, who was less than a meter and a half tall, moved as far as he could, apparently wanting to wait for Charles to sit down first.

In her opinion, if the people who are lower than Charles's rank are seated but not at the table after a while, then her stunned young brother doesn't know what to do, and she can also comfort him by his side when the time comes.

"Miss Olive Live, the seat of the Earl of Charles has been specially designated by His Majesty the King, please do not ........"

The fat old man Kig obviously liked Olive very much, and he understood her expression in seconds, so he explained it to him carefully, but he hadn't finished explaining it yet! A majestic voice came from the top of the banquet hundreds of meters away.

"Charles, come and sit here!"

“.........”

Everyone looked at King Rousseff at the top of the banquet in surprise, for so many years, His Majesty the King has personally greeted guests at the New Year's banquet only a handful of times, either the important ministers of the country or the bigwigs of all parties, when will it be the turn of a hairy boy?

"Charles, come and sit with me!"

Rosseff pointed to the second empty chair on his left hand side and repeated his words, which also caused everyone's eyes to shift to Charles.

Your sister, are you trying to kill me?

Charles's perception was very keen, and he could still tell how much kindness and malice there was in the eyes of so many people, and at this moment he had to step towards Roseff's side.

At this moment, whoever instigates is the grandson!

Charles raised his chin slightly, looked ahead indifferently, walked steadily in front of Rousseff, touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, pulled out his chair and sat down in a big way.

Charles's arrogant behavior immediately aroused the displeasure of some people, and someone began to whisper in the distance.

"This seat used to belong to your father, but he never came, so I kept it for him, and now it's just right for you to sit here!"

“.........”

Rousseff's voice wasn't high, but it was just enough for the entire banquet hall to be heard, and just enough to silence those who had any ideas.

Among those people was Wembley Augustine, who sat diagonally across from the Shire.

Because several of the seats next to Ruther were empty, Wembley Augustine, the crown prince, sat in the fourth position on the right-hand side of King Roseff, and according to the unspoken rule of seat representation, his status was even lower than that of Shire.

"It's really hatred!"

Charles felt the other man's scorching gaze, and couldn't help but wonder if he was a little arrogant just now.

But what if you don't be arrogant? Show a trembling and flattered posture in front of so many people?

Lao Tzu is a traverser, and he can't afford to lose that person! No matter how much you coax, you can't save face in front of these people, what kind of thing are you? Do you think you are the kind of existence of Her Majesty?

But soon Charles knew that he was not the most arrogant person on the scene, because he only felt that there was one more person on the empty chair opposite him.

Archmage Kopal, the vice president of the Occult Research Society, appeared in front of Charles in an arrogant way of entering.

Charles was about to get up and salute him, after all, this old guy was also an acquaintance of his dead ghost father, and if he was shameless, he could call him uncle.

But before Charles could move his buttocks, King Rousselff spoke very unhappily.

"Kopal, you haven't invited you for so many years, why are you giving me face so much this year?"

"Oh, I haven't seen the little one in Chevalier for a long time, so I came to see what he's up to these days, and he hasn't even come to my door to ask for advice. ”

Kopal looked at Charles, who was a little embarrassed, and suddenly said with a smile: "Little guy, no wonder you are so attractive to women, you are indeed getting more and more handsome." ”

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