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This is the second watch of the day!

Those who are new to Orrosa will wonder why the people of Orrosa are suddenly so enthusiastic about throwing lavish dinners and balls.

Although the area is rich in diamonds, the people who dig them have never enjoyed the benefits that diamonds bring to them. The first diamond diggers were exiled here, lamenting that "all the warmth of life has left me", criminals in ragged clothes, barefoot with shackles, and with sticks and shovels; Then there are the peasants and small craftsmen who have been robbed of their land by the sheep of the nobles, and are forced to find a way to survive in this haunted place where the harsh winter can last for ten months; After the king was driven out, it is said that the government of every citizen forcibly relocated workers and their families to the city and established a city for them, Orlosa.

In other parts of the world, the diamond-finding workers are able to share a lot of dividends from the small stones in their hands, and only the workers in Orrosa are paid a fixed and meager salary - the workers complain bitterly: "We are digging for the most beautiful woman in the world, and we get only enough money to buy bread for the whole family", the restaurants and hotels in Orrosa are reserved for officials and tourists and merchants who come here to buy diamonds, and the machines hidden in the ground and ceiling ensure that they are warm and clean. The rest of Orrosa was shrouded in hydrogen sulfide gas emanating from the crater, and their hair, clothes, and skin smelled of rotten eggs.

How can they have the heart and the money to eat, drink, and dance?

Only a handful of people hold balls and dinners, and most of them don't do it because they like it, they just flatter and flatter them—who doesn't know that Mrs. Clauwen, the leader of the northern mob, is the favorite of dinner parties and balls? But to be on the safe side, she never throws her own ball, and she doesn't invite people over to dinner, but if she's staying somewhere. When she happened to meet someone else at a ball or dinner, she would appear in front of her host without invitation or notice, and sometimes she would not even see her host. Just dance a dance or two in a hurry, drink a few glasses of sweet wine, and then leave quietly as when you came.

There were fewer and fewer things that could make Mrs. Clauwen feel easy, and because of this, she was so generous to those who could make her smile, and if the owner of the ball was a thug, he would be given a certain promotion; If he is a businessman, he will be able to reduce various "fees" for two to three years; If he were an official, he would have received a large political contribution anonymously.

Mrs. Cloven was especially fond of masquerade balls, as she was able to hide behind a mask and dance happily for nearly half the night, so quickly. Everyone knows what kind of dance party to throw.

Tonight's ball, the master behind it is Konstantin. Cloven.

Invitations to the ball were sent to wealthy merchants and officials, as were the few foreign guests who could spend a fortune in Orlosa, and two or three hundred danced in the wide, deep hall with parquet floors. In the background, dark oak wainscoting and resplendent silk wallcoverings are in the background, and floor-to-ceiling windows are shaded by heavy brown jacquard silk curtains.

At the behest of the ballmaster, everyone wore a black velvet mask and dressed as a nobleman from the 17th to the 18th centuries - the men wore a white shirt with a lace collar and cuffs, a silk scarf tied over it, and the shirt was sapphire blue. Salmon red or emerald silk vests, with exquisite embroidery on them, the buttons of the vest are generally more than thirty, one next to the other, only a third or half of them have real utility, and the rest are ornaments.

Some men are probably the only ones who don't feel comfortable with their pants and shoes. The aristocrats of the eighteenth century wore knee-length shorts with buttons at the knees and white stockings underneath, and they could wear high heels or boots. But it has to be lambskin.

For women's clothing, we only need to refer to CapitaLand. Carson's outfit for his brother's surviving man was sufficient, and in addition to velvet, heavy tweed, satin, and silk were the best materials for large-swing skirts, all of which were invariably embroidered in layers, and embellished with sparkling crystals, glass, and artificial diamonds—of course, the nobles should have dressed themselves with diamonds, colored stones, and pearls. But a large part of today's costumes were specially prepared in advance by the host of this dance party in order to ensure the quality of the ball, and lent them to the guests who were not prepared.

In addition to clothes, they also provided a variety of substitute ornaments, such as men's feather hats, chained pocket watches, walking sticks and gloves, women's jewelry, pouches, chains around their waists, woolen wigs for both men and women, and make-up artists who put black velvet sheets cut into the shape of moons, water droplets, and carriages on the faces of those in need.

The soundproofing of the hotel room was good, not to mention that the ball was held on the first floor, and Carson's room was on the sixth floor, and he was called to take care of Chiz. Carson's waitress curled up in a chair beside the bed, looking at the girl with the ointment on her nose and her breathing steadily, and there was a diamond hairpin in the girl's unkempt hair that she hadn't taken off, was that a real diamond? She thought, it should be true, but she didn't have the courage to "take", and the people who could live in this suite were either rich or expensive.

She sat for a while, the music of fantasy drilling into her head, and she only endured it for about five minutes, then tiptoed off her shoes and ran into the little parlor of the suite.

The little parlor was empty, and she opened the box, and the misty rose-colored gown lay quietly in it, and she could not help reaching out and touching it, and lifting it up, comparing it to herself, and looking in the mirror; She embraced the dress, dancing barefoot on the thick shearling carpet, she was dancing with a young, handsome, rich man, like the gentleman who brought these two beautiful clothes today—his body was scented with crocflowers, not rotten eggs, his arms were strong, and his manners were elegant......

"What are you doing?"

The waitress was startled, she stumbled around, and the little girl was standing by the door, in her pajamas, staring at her with a pale face.

"I ......," she said in a panic, "I ...... I'm just sorting out the clothes......" She held the dress up, glad it wasn't taffeta, she wouldn't leave finger marks on it.

"Where's my mother?" Chiz asked, "And this dress, where did it come from?" I don't remember us bringing this dress. ”

"Your father sent it," said the waitress flatteringly, "and he gave your mother a velvet dress, and they went down to the ball—leave me here to take care of you, do you want milk?" Or cake, and chocolate? ”

"Where's the ball," said Chiz, her eyes glowing with surprise, and she looked at her clothes, "help me change my clothes." ”

"But ......"

"Don't you want to check it out?" Chiz wiped off the ointment and said, "They told you to follow me." ”

The waitress didn't speak.

"I don't want this dress," said Chiz, "I have a thick dress," she pointed to the waiter, "it's yours, hurry." ”

There was only one mask to match the clothes, and Chiz gave it to the waiter, "What are they wearing?" ”

"Your mother's one is dark green, velvet, and your father's one is gray-green shiny satin, which goes well together."

Chiz smiled wryly.

"Let's go." "Also, that man is not my father," she said. ”

The waitress blushed, nervous as she walked down the hallway with Chiz, especially when two of the passing waiters bowed to them and had a good time, but neither of them could recognize her.

This gave her a lot of confidence.

It didn't take much for Chiz to find her mother and her uncle in a whirlpool of silk and fake jewels, and the tenderness between them could be seen even by a blind man, and she felt disgusted.

Someone came to invite the waitress to dance, and she pretended to glance at Chiz beside her.

"I'll go back first." Chitz said, "Do whatever you like." ”

"Is she your sister?" The man who came to invite the dance said, "Her face is very bad. ”

"Oh, it's okay," said the waitress hurriedly, "she just likes to lose her temper." ”

The hustle and bustle of the hall could bring a real eighteenth-century aristocrat back to life, the passage that was said to be known only to the service staff was silent as if she had entered another world, Chiz could almost hear her own heartbeat, only the wall lamps high up in the wall lit this infrequently used passageway, and there were black holes under her feet and around her, and she almost hit someone.

"Hey!" The man cried out, "You! ”

"I'm sorry." Chiz said coldly.

The man was also a girl, about the same age as Chizz, and she rolled her eyes to study Chizz's shoes, clothes, and diamond hairpins in her hair.

"You're a resident here?" "You don't look good," she said. ”

"It's none of your business." Chiz said she tried to get past the girl, who held out an arm and stopped her.

"Do you need some?"

"No, I don't need anything," said Chitz impatiently, "no milk, no cake, and no chocolate." ”

"You love to joke," said the girl, "all right, saint, don't pretend, that's what I'm talking about." ”

She bent down, grabbed the puffed hem of her skirt, and pulled it to where she could do the cancan, she used a garter, and the stockings tightened her thighs, and between the stockings and her thighs was a row of tin foil packets rolled into the shape of cigarettes.

"Good quality, low price, guaranteed purity, no flour or sugar, buy it tonight and come with an unopened disposable syringe, how about it?"

(To be continued)