The bookcase carved from red pine wood has a faint fragrance of pine wood, and after being baked by flames, it has a smell that is indistinguishable from those historic bookshelves in the library, which makes people unconsciously think of the timeless fragrance unique to books.

The exquisite patterns and hollow reliefs make this bookcase look as exquisite as a work of art. The moment this gift was presented, it attracted everyone's attention.

In addition to the sparkling gems and yellow-orange-orange gold, exquisite packaging, intricate patterns, and beautiful and dreamy colors are women's favorites.

This is just like when a girl pays more attention to the style and atmosphere of the eating environment than to the taste of the meal when she is on a date and eats, and the exquisite packaging on the outside is more important than the actual inside.

"What is this?"

Mrs. Loris asked in surprise, this is also a question of great curiosity from the lady who is quietly paying attention here.

"A book, ma'am!"

Carl kept himself in a meditative state of "vegetative soul", and with this liturgical instinct of free training of the body to dominate his every move, he said respectfully with impeccable perfection: "This is a long poem written for you, it is your beauty and charm that bring me a steady stream of inspiration!"

Carl's compliment made Mrs. Loris smile charmingly, she just raised her hand to cover her mouth, looked slightly surprised, and said in surprise and joy: "The long poem written for me?

The ladies around also cooperated with a look of surprise and envy. However, it is not that they are surprised and envious that there are people who write poems specifically for Lady Loris, whose charm has long since captivated countless poets and artists, and many people have long worshiped her as their goddess of inspiration, and have written many poems and works of art to praise her.

It is not unusual for a poem dedicated to Lady Loris, but it is this book that looks like a work of art. Books in this era did not have the concept of binding and embellishment, and many of them were just a roll of curly parchment, or a thick stack of parchment paper that could be cut casually, and a book could be worn casually with thick threads. No one has ever worked on the packaging of a book, let alone such a beautiful, work of art.

Although the noble Lady Loris, who was full of poetry and history, and had an interesting soul, she was still a woman after all, and naturally liked this kind of beautiful workmanship.

She opened the bookcase with great interest, and saw a beautiful cover framed with laurel and roses, and a layer of gold dust sprinkled on the title in beautiful floral style, which looked golden and magnificent.

The ladies around could not help but let out a cry of envy, they may not know the artistic value of a poem, but they immediately gave a very high value to this beautiful book as if it were a work of art.

"Oh my God, I never thought a book could be so beautiful and elegant!"

"Yes, it is said that books are treasures of knowledge, the heritage of a family, and should be rare and treasured, but no one has ever made books the same as works of art!"

"It's so beautiful, if the book were to sell, I'd pay 10 gold to buy it!"

"Just ten quintals don't reflect the value of this book!"

While the ladies were talking in amazement, a kind and playful voice came from behind the crowd.

Accompanied by a pleasant sound, the crowd spontaneously divided into two columns like separate waves, revealing a peerless beauty like a laurel crown.

She wore a lilac tunic dress, the delicate hem of which was intricately intertwined to form a circle of petal-like layered skirt decorations. Her skirt is not decorated with gemstones, pearls, silk, bows, ribbons, etc., but is simply decorated with some beautiful laurel patterns, which looks light and natural.

Her face was delicate and slender, her nose was high and straight, her eyes were moist and beautiful, her brown pupils and chestnut hair were perfectly matched, and she was paired with a pale white lady's top hat that was sure to be decorated with silk ribbons and pearl flowers, making her look delicate and resolute, gentle and heroic.

Unlike the strong appearance of the queen of waves "Josephine", who is like a star holding the moon, this laurel wreath is generally a lady, like the heroine of a stage play, and everyone on her stage spontaneously exits like a supporting role.

She gently closed the peacock tail feather fan in her hand, walked over with a gentle and playful smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Madam, if you are willing to sell it, I am willing to buy it with a hundred gold tales!"

"Miss Melissa!"

Madame Loris smiled at Miss Melissa, who came over like a heroine, and said, "You are indeed generous, worthy of the title of 'Protector of Knowledge' and 'The Great Library of Immobility', but gifts will not be sold, if you like, I can give you a manuscript, or you can ask our talented Mr. Roland, to dedicate his skill and wisdom to you as well!"

"That's great!"

Miss Melissa gently opened the feather fan, covered the corners of her mouth, chuckled, and looked at Karl with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said, "Of course, if you are willing to write a story or a poem for me, Mr. Karl, then I will be happier!"

Although Carl was ready to make a splash and attract attention with the beautiful book packaging, he did not expect that the appearance of this gift would be so successful, attracting not only Mrs. Loris, but also another important person.

Miss Melissa, of course, Carl knows. In the scholarly and literary circles of the City of Silver Tide, Miss Melissa has always been known for her hospitality. She likes to hold salons and gatherings in her mansion, inviting famous poets and scholars to talk about literature, history, and the new trends of thought of the day, and in her salon circle, there are many top scholars and poets in the Silver Tide City and even on the mainland. Many young poets and artists tried it as a shortcut to fame, trying to squeeze into Miss Melissa's cultural salons.

Carl's high-profile appearance attracted the attention of the two most noble ladies, and naturally attracted hostile glances. A young man standing behind Mrs. Loris couldn't help but snort softly and sarcastically: "Hmph, the preciousness of books lies in the connotation, not in the external packaging!"