Before Charles got out of the carriage, the hustle and bustle outside was mostly gone, and everyone in the square at the entrance of the Louvre turned their eyes on.

Charles whispered to Olive beside him, "Who are these people? Why don't you go in on such a cold day? What kind of wind is blowing outside?"

"Except for the Marquise de Barham, who is dressed like a witch, they are all small characters who cannot be named, and they are here to wait to talk to people, hoping to take them in to the New Year's party, and you will not be able to talk to them later, whether they greet you or not, or you will be in trouble. ”

Sharmon understood that these people were like those little stars who were eager to expand their contacts in their previous lives, waiting to be familiar with the bigwigs of all classes, and looking forward to working hard to rub into the upper circles!

Charles bowed his head slightly, raised his legs and stepped out of the car, and when he landed and stood up straight, the hustle and bustle that had disappeared just now sounded again.

Charles doesn't wear all kinds of hats like the others, his black hair is fresh and loose, and he doesn't have those bells and whistles on his body, and his simple and casual style is basically two worlds of people from the people in the square.

"Is this Count Bayonne? No wonder he is loved by so many Fengyue women, it turns out that he is so handsome, I am a little tempted! I will definitely invite him to dance later, cluck!"

A noble lady whose face was covered with a thick layer of white powder, but could not hide the wrinkles and pimples, covered her lips with a fan and let out a burst of hen-like laughter.

"You're right the Marquise de Barham, only a lady like you is qualified to invite the Count of Baronne to dance, and those Fengyue women are all cheap people who only deserve to think about beautiful things in their dreams......"

"Marquise, I think you should go over and give him a kiss now........."

"Oh...... I'm embarrassed, I'm sorry!

A group of flattering-faced little nobles surrounded the flowery noble lady and gathered around Charles, looking at her with the same excitement as a traveler in the desert who had been hungry for dozens of days seeing a water source.

Charles asked Roy in fear, "What is the origin of this Mrs. Barham?"

Olive jumped out of the carriage and whispered, "She's a slut who changes men every night after her husband died, go out of Charles, or tomorrow she'll brag about her affair with you at the salon cocktail party........."

“............”

"Reed, it's time for you to perform your duties as a guardian knight!"

Charles immediately turned to look at Reed, who had just dismounted, and snorted at the group.

"The knight is not responsible for this kind of guardianship ........."

"Now it's time to be responsible!"

"I ........."

Reed's face suddenly became bitter melon-shaped, and he didn't frown at cutting people's heads on the battlefield, and he felt as if he had withered before he smelled the smell of essential oil wafting in the wind.

Even Roy, the housekeeper who is the best at ushering in the send-off, is also a headache in his heart.

Charles helped Olive to walk in quickly, and Reed and Roy took a few steps forward to block Charles.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Earl is in a hurry.........

"What's the urgency? is it more urgent than the Marquise de Barham?"

"What are you two standing in our way?"

"We also have an urgent matter to find Lord Earl, and we can completely solve Lord Earl's current predicament, if you don't let us pass, it will be a loss for your Chevalier family........."

Charles, who had walked more than ten meters, finally knew what it meant to be "ashamed to speak", and a group of little nobles who couldn't even name Olive had such a big mouth, it was really a toad mouth swallowing the sky, and he didn't know how big his mouth was.

"Smack!"

A crisp horsewhip suddenly sounded, alarming the chattering crowd.

A carriage that looked to be quite old, led by four North Sea Norton horses, drove into the square at the entrance of the Louvre in an extremely arrogant manner.

Ordinary carriages were not allowed to enter the small square, but the lion badges on the carriages on both sides of the carriage clearly indicated that it was qualified.

"Oh! it's a royal carriage!"

"It's Viscount Mayo's carriage, if you want to go bankrupt, you can get on it........."

The crowd dispersed, and even the Marquise of Barham slipped aside, keeping her distance from the carriage.

Charles looked back and stopped, he wanted to see what kind of character his future husband was, and why he had such a bad reputation.

The car door opened, and a man stepped down, looked around at the people in the square, and saw Charles, only to see that their eyes met, and they were both a little stunned.

Because the person who came was tall and thin, he was wearing a dress in the same style as Charles.

Is this going to hit the shirt?

However, Charles soon came to his senses, and Fani had first found a court tailor who specialized in serving Viscount Mayo and others to design a dress for herself, apparently Viscount Mayo had borrowed from her own dress design scheme.

Charles looked carefully and found that the dresses of the two were still very different, Viscount Mayo's dress did not completely abandon the popular elements of the existing court dress, at first glance it was suspected of colliding with Charles, but at a closer look, he was a half-goods.

A hat full of feathers, a fox fur neckline, lace cuffs, and a belt are even more eye-catching red.

The most conspicuous thing is the lower body, Viscount Mayo is still wearing that kind of tight pants and socks, highlighting his thin legs, and I don't know what he is showing off.

Charles was very resistant to this top-heavy style of dressing, so he designed a dress with a half-length coat and crisp pants, although he was suspicious of Fani and Olive at first, but when he tried it on, the eyes of the two women did not blink.

Viscount Mayo's appearance attracted the attention of everyone around him, but when the other two behind him appeared, he suddenly became a supporting role that no one cared about.

The two women wore long dresses of the same style, the same style, and the same color, one was cold and stunning, and the other was charming, and they walked down from the carriage in turn, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

That includes Charles' gaze.

The purple dyed with expensive shell purple is full of luxury and luxury, and the simple cutting lines are not in line with today's fashion, but with the graceful figures of the two women, it sets off a low-key but natural carved beauty.

"Beceline, this slut, a piece of cloth that my brother finally dyed for Sister Fani was forcibly occupied by her, it's really shameless!"

Hearing Olive Live's angry words, Charles noticed that Fani's skirt was much simpler than the pattern she and Olive had made at the beginning, and the skirt was made of an oblique hem that was definitely ahead of its time in this era, revealing a small section of the left calf, which seemed unique, but in fact, it was probably to save the purple yarn that was extremely difficult to dye.

However, this is more in line with the aesthetics of the Charles, the beauty of simplicity is the most suitable beauty for natural beauties, and only those women who are congenitally deficient need complicated external objects to cover up their defects.

Fani got out of the car and just bowed her head slightly to her father, and walked straight to Charles's side, her cold face blooming into a smile, brighter than the winter sunset.

All the women in the square fell silent, and they already understood by this time that the famous Count Bayonne was not the kind of person they could reach.