Fani walked up to Charles and naturally grabbed his arm, with a slight force on her hand, expressing her intention to "walk quickly".

"Huh?"

Charles was stunned at first, then came to his senses and looked back, and sure enough, he found that Beseline was chasing after him, obviously looking for something about Charles, the golden beetle's son-in-law.

"Let's go!"

"Caroline, bring Fani's trench coat!"

Caroline, Olive Live's personal maid, took out a velvet trench coat from her bag and handed it to Fani, who was thinly dressed.

This is Charles' New Year's gift for Fani and Olive Live, soft and comfortable, and the style is generous, and wearing it over the dress to ensure that Fani will not get frozen.

Fani took the trench coat and put it on as she walked, fastening the strap around her waist, like a pair of sisters with Olive next to her, the little girl wearing the same trench coat.

"Fani, wait a minute!"

Fani had just put on her trench coat when Beceline's voice came from behind, but she lowered her head and pretended not to hear, and led Charles to the door of the Louvre.

At the entrance of the Louvre there were eight knights dressed in military uniforms, and next to them were several of the king's attendants, who were in charge of screening the guests who came to the New Year's banquet, and in the back corner there was a chair on which sat a slightly chubby old man with gray hair, the same kig Charles had seen.

Kiger saw Fani coming with Charles, smiled and waved her hand, and one of the king's attendants immediately led Charles and his party into the Louvre gate, but when Beceline chased after her, the knight at the door blocked her.

"What do you mean, Mr. Kiger?" Beceline's face changed, visibly unhappy.

"Madame, please wait a moment for Viscount Mayo, he is the invitee today. ”

“........”

Beceline's face turned red instantly, and Kiger's words meant that the reason why she was able to come here was because of the husband who had a bad reputation behind her, and she was nothing except Viscount Mayo.

............

............

The Louvre was very large, and Charles and the others walked slowly with the king's attendants, and couldn't help but whisper to Fani: "Fani, did Beseline have something to do with me just now?"

"Well, no, it's my father, knowing that I have the territory of Rathbullsburg, and wants to borrow it for his friends, and you don't have to deal with them. Fani's expression was slightly unnatural, and she waved her hand not wanting to continue.

Charles remembered the reputation of Viscount Mayo, and immediately remembered a word - Liu Bei borrowed Jingzhou, but he borrowed it or not.

But now that his prospective daughter-in-law said that he didn't need to deal with them, then Charles naturally understood how to treat them in the future, this is not the world where fathers-in-law and mothers-in-law must not be offended in the Great Celestial Empire, and he has a marriage contract in his hand that the Marquis of Lorraine exchanged for a lot of gold, if Viscount Mayo dares not to marry his daughter to himself, Charles promises that they will lose their pants and not wear them.

After turning a long hallway, Charles, Fani, and Olive finally entered the Louvre's banquet hall.

The door is pushed open, the warm breath is blowing in the face, the melodious music is pleasant to the ear, the guests who have arrived are either sitting alone and tasting wine, or talking in small voices, even if they say anything ridiculous, they also cover their mouths and laugh as much as possible not to affect others, everyone maintains an elegant quality, and the vulgar hustle and bustle outside is like two heavens of elegance and vulgarity.

Charles was a little stunned, because this scene was very similar to the New Year's reception in his previous life, needless to say, it was the masterpiece brought by the predecessor of the time-traveler.

"This is the front room, where we wait for the king, then the ball, and finally the dinner in the back room......."

Roy, the butler, and Caroline, the personal maid, were all led away by the attendants to wait, and only Charles, Fani, and Olive entered the hall.

As soon as the three of them entered the venue, there was a slight commotion in the otherwise quiet hall.

The image of the three people is really outstanding, regardless of the novel dress, just Charles's sunny handsomeness, Fani's elegance and brightness, are the most dazzling ones in the crowd, even Olive who has not yet opened her body, has the beautiful taste of Xiaohe's sharp corners.

Immediately, several women approached, smiling and greeting Fani, apparently an acquaintance of hers, but their eyes were all fixed on Charles.

A woman about Fani's age first asked, "Fani, is this....... Count Bayonne?"

"Yes, isn't that surprising?" Fani confirmed with a smile as she grabbed Charles' arm like a little beast guarding its food with a wary look.

"No surprise, because only a gentleman like Bayona is worthy of our lord Fani, hehehe!"

Several women stared at Charles for a moment, but their words and deeds were very elegant and reserved, which made Charles have a wonderful sense of contrast.

However, Fani is also clearly a clever person, and in a few words she shifts the subject away from Charles to another aspect.

"Fani, your dress is really original, which court tailor made it?"

"It was Illy's design, but Olive and I both gave me a lot of advice.......

"Oh! what a surprise, is Illy going to fight for the position of chief tailor of the court?"

"Fani, my dress is terrible compared to yours, I'm really jealous of you. ”

The three of Charles' outfits were so new and fashionable that after the women in front of them expressed their appreciation for Charles, they quickly turned the conversation to Fani and Olive Live's new dresses, chattering non-stop.

"Fani, if I'm not mistaken, is this set of your jewelry the 'Flame Rose' of the Labral family?"

"Yes, I liked the color so Charles bought it for me. ”

"Oh, Lord Earl is such a generous man, and Fani is so blessed you are. ”

The women chatted with Fani for a while, got the basic information gossip, and quickly dispersed, the whole process did not show excessive enthusiasm, nor was it too cold, as if they were just saying hello when they were shopping.

"In such an important occasion, they will not show excessive familiarity with anyone, let alone special enthusiasm, because that will make people misunderstand many things, and just the right small talk is the right way to communicate. Fani was probably afraid that Charles would not be used to this way of communicating, so she explained to him in a whisper.

But just a few minutes later, Fani was embarrassed.

Wembley Augustine led several princesses into the banquet hall, and the reserved group of women hulala surrounded them, smiling and enthusiastic, and almost all the women, regardless of age, took off the gloves of their right hands, waiting for the kiss of His Royal Highness Wembley, if you look closely, you will find that there is something called "desire" in the eyes of these women.

As for the men in stockings, they surrounded the princesses of the royal family, and their enthusiasm was overwhelming.

"It seems that rights are the easiest thing to arouse enthusiasm!"

Charles turned to look at Fani and continued with a smile: "But I prefer your quietness and gentleness, and the superficial thing of enthusiasm should be owned by those who are superficial!"

“.........”

Fani gave Charles a blank look, lowered her flushed cheeks, and held Charles' arm tighter.

With Wembley's arrival, the entire banquet hall gradually became lively, and it can be said that he alone drove the atmosphere of the entire banquet, which shows that his communication skills are really extraordinary.

As the minutes passed, more and more people attended, and the atmosphere in the hall became more and more enthusiastic, but Charles hid in a clean corner, quietly watching the group of men and women in the hall.

Those who can't get in from outside desperately want to get in, and those who come in desperately want to squeeze upstream, no matter how elegant and reserved their posture is, they can't change the fact that they are enslaved by power.

For example, the two young men who were brought in by the Marquise de Barham excitedly followed her and looked around, and as soon as someone looked at them, they immediately raised their heads and raised their chins, trying to pretend to be high and self-reliant, not knowing that since they followed Madame Barham into the hall, they were labeled as "male favorites", the kind that they could not wash off for the rest of their lives.