Julia was undoubtedly the brightest star of the ball, and just when the baron thought he could pick it up with his own hands, her hand had fallen into the palm of someone else's hand. A feeling of loss came over him, and he didn't like the discomfort of being stuffed in his chest.

Why, why would she, holy and proud, let men other than him take her hand? Why did she give her affectionate gaze to someone else?

The baron had to stop his tracks, even though he had never stopped all these years. The tall and crystalline wine glass seemed to be about to shatter in the next second in his clenched hand, and only the old butler beside him noticed his bruised forehead and swollen face.

"With all due respect, my lord, the black-haired red-eyed man who danced with Miss Yulia is Lord Aigar, and Miss Yulia is acquainted with his wife. Well, just as a gentleman of good character can always impress a lady and invite her to dance with her, I am sure that all the ladies present will refuse if the adults are willing, even Miss Julia. The old butler tried to make the baron look less angry.

"Oh? He is Linut. Well, you're right, I really shouldn't be so angry, even if this kid throws his wife aside to find a new love. I haven't seen him for so many years, but I've had a long ability. You know, I can't teach him how to be a good nobleman in place of his parents, huh. The calm baron let out a sullen breath, and his tone changed to resemble that of an older brother.

Perhaps most people were attracted by the wonderful pas de deux, but Sith and his other two companions had been "hiding" not far from the baron, and they even heard the conversation between the baron and the butler. Originally, they had planned to come up and ask for a meeting and talk about the Odingennan shipyard, but now it seems that he is not in the mood for this.

"Oh, trouble! Sith, you really shouldn't have provoked that weirdo. I should have thought that the people who could be indifferent at this kind of banquet and go their own way would probably have a lot of background. Listening to the tone of the adult, could it be that this 'Linut' is his distant relative? After the baron left, Rob said worriedly, frowning.

"Don't be stupid, even if that Linat really has an extraordinary relationship with the adult, but you didn't see the adult's face just now. So Miss Julia is the woman who is favored by the Baron. Alas, it's good that Liner stopped you just now, otherwise think about the consequences...... At least for now, you're not the Baron's rival. Barosa couldn't think of any other words of comfort for the Sith.

Sith Drake's eyes were still far fixed on the beautiful and proud purple rose in the middle of the crowd, and he swore that he would never be less desperate than an adult just now. No, my lord, he is only disappointed at best, he is the real despair.

But what can he do, after all, he is only the son of a boatman in the south of Odinger. If it weren't for the encounter with an enlightened nobleman like the Baron, I am afraid that he and his friends would not have been able to go anywhere except hide in the dark, damp, and cold and sticky fish cabin......

"Perhaps, it's time for us to get out of here. I want to drive to the easternmost part of the North and see the real sea! The Sith was not lost for too long, nor did he answer the words of his two companions directly, but his expression was a little relieved.

He knows that long pain is better than short pain, and at this moment, he may not be able to completely let go of the girl he yearns for the most, but he also believes that time will eventually dilute the helplessness and bitterness in his heart.

"What, are you sure you're not kidding me? Sith, you need to know that our business can't go that far now, and the Baron won't agree to it......" Balosha intends to put a stop to this terrible idea of the Sith.

"Sith, you've finally figured it out? I said that men should be able to afford to put it down, there are many women in the world, and the sea is the romance that belongs to men, and it is our real journey! Rob, who had drunk a lot of red wine, was very excited.

However, Orlan would not know about the decisions made by the three men and their respective fates, and neither would Yulia. After the dance, Oran and Yulia were drowned out by the applause from all around.

His arms were still hanging around Oran's neck, and the two of them looked at each other, and the tips of their noses were about to touch. Through the blue eyes, Oran saw her flickering excitement and pleasure, as if telling the passion and enthusiasm of reluctance. After dancing fiercely, she was drenched in sweat, delicate and dripping like a bud in the first bloom, exuding a fragrant and intoxicating scent.

To be honest, even an eternal "glacier" like Orlan can feel how "hot" this delicate body in his arms is at this moment, and the pounding heart seems to be beating in his ears all the time.

"Thank you for your cooperation tonight, Oran. Okay, you'll have to take care of our little princess, won't you? Yulia gestured.

When Orlan turned his head, he saw Lillian sitting alone in the corner of the table, as if she was sulking and stuffing something into her mouth, and her already petite face was rounded. Looks like Lillian is caught in the kind of complex called "jealousy"?

But before Orlan could walk over, he suddenly found a figure that had "taken the lead". It was none other than the real protagonist of this dinner, Baron Pagain. Why did he find Lillian? At this time, it was not only Orlan who was also surprised, but also the surrounding noble gentlemen and young ladies who also found this "surprised" blonde girl.

You may say that a girl who eats all the time at a banquet is not ladylike and reserved enough, but you must not suspect that there is something wrong with the Baron's aesthetic eye. Besides, can the girl who can let the adult personally reach out and invite him to dance with him not become the focus of the audience?

However, when the blonde girl wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up gracefully from the chair, everyone realized that this girl was truly different and extraordinary.

said that Lilian is not tall, and that is also compared to a woman like Yulia, who is already very tall and outstanding. And the reason why she looks petite and lovely is largely due to her slightly baby-fat face, which is far younger than her actual age.

And her outfit, which Yulia called "a pure white tribute", shows the image of the pure girl who originally belonged to Lilian to the fullest. But this was not the most eye-catching, from the moment Lilian got up, an unknown aura emanated from her body.

It can be said that it is a kind of momentum and courage that is completely contrary to the petite image of a girl, but it is not blunt and weird. As if this is the image of a girl, she looks at each other with her head held high as a matter of course. No hypocrisy, no pretentiousness, no sorrow or joy, firm and calm. Even if the other party is a baron, there are no ups and downs in her heart.