"That's fine, at least you don't have to worry about him and me snatching women!"

Chadley breathed a sigh of relief, Downton was in power, in charge of a country alone, not only powerful, but also very handsome, no matter what he thought, he didn't feel that he could compete with him.

"Haha, Sansa is deflated this time!"

"Well deserved!"

"Did you see it? Her face was as red as a turkey!"

There were also some girls in the team, but there were not so many resentments against Downton, their hostility was concentrated on Sansa, and the men were all around her, and they were not jealous, although they could not afford to offend others, but this did not prevent them from whispering and taunting, and a little self-satisfaction.

"Damn little bastard, damn Downton, how do you teach kids!"

Listening to the taunts, Sansa was eager to hang Downton up and smoke.

As the stars fill the starry sky, the bonfire dinner begins.

These aristocratic children have always enjoyed it, even when they go out, they always take the chef with them, so the wine is sweet and the food is fragrant, so that the whole temporary camp is suddenly quiet in a joyful atmosphere.

"Come, sit here!"

Sansa herself walked up to Chadley and invited him to sit beside her, and Downton and Rosicky were completely ignored.

"Thank you for saving me!"

After thanking her again, Sansa raised her glass full of wine and motioned to the crowd around her, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's toast to the bravery of His Highness Chadley." ”

"Cheers!"

There were cheers, and the nobles would still give Sansa this little face, so they drank bitterly.

"The princess praised it!"

Chadley's face flushed with excitement, and the hand holding the glass trembled a little, so much so that some of the wine spilled out.

While in Bilier, he was also the center of attention at various banquets, and that was because of his status as a prince. But this time it was different, and it was not the nobles and big businessmen who were present, but the children of the royal family and powerful ministers of various countries.

Chadley wanted to tell Sansa that although he had contributed and several of his subordinates had died, it was Downton and his party who really helped. But this kind of glory made him reluctant to open his mouth and wanted to immerse himself in it more.

Almost instinctively, Chadley turned to Downton, fearing that he would lose face by telling the truth of the day.

Downton raised his glass and gave Chadley a cheering look before continuing to talk to Rosicky.

"I'm sorry!"

Chadley blames himself for not being invited. Sit at the back, where the atmosphere is deserted, in stark contrast to the campfire feast.

"Enjoy the night, it's yours!"

Sansa deliberately bowed her head and whispered in front of Chadley.

"It's yours too!"

Chadley tried to maintain the most perfect etiquette, so as not to show himself the expression of a villain, and Sansa's action just now made him think that the princess had a crush on him. As everyone knows, Sansa is deliberately stirring up trouble and using him to test these nobles.

The banquets attended by this group of nobles were innumerable. Because of the relationship between identity and status, a central figure will naturally appear in every banquet, and Princess Sansa from the Duchy of Winter is naturally the focus of attention, so the people close to him will naturally attract the most attention.

"The prince of miscellaneous fish in Bilillier. Wait and see, I'll make him deflated in a moment!"

Some hostile gaze fell on Chadley, and the men all stood together and ran on the line, naturally ill-intentioned towards him, who was clearly closer to Sansa. Let him make a fool of him, make the princess disgusted with him, and he will be embarrassed to pursue the princess again.

As the atmosphere heated, some people began to compete, in addition to the guards, there were also many noble children, this is not a duel, there will be no casualties, so this is undoubtedly the best opportunity to show.

"How does it feel?"

Rosicky teased. Downton is horribly deserted, and it's another world entirely.

"It turns out that nobles are like ordinary people, they have a small circle!"

Downton sighed, when he first entered the post office, he was embarrassed by the hostility of those old postmen, for the sake of tuition, he gritted his teeth and carried it, he didn't expect to become a nobleman, and he had to go through it again.

"Of course, if you want to make a name for yourself in high society, either you have a very powerful background, or you will be cheeky and talking, like you are silent and hiding in the corner and pretending to be cold and high, except for making people laugh at you for being stupid, there is no gain at all!"

Rosicky looked at the staggered bargains over there, and sighed with some emotion, "Do you know? There are some people who will pay a lot of money in order to get an invitation to a high-class banquet, do you see that middle-aged man who nods and smiles everywhere? That's the norm!"

In addition to middle-aged people, there are many similar characters, who do not care about pleasure, but are running around, making as many friends as possible with the powerful.

"For them, the worst thing is not that they don't have money to give gifts, but that they have a lot of money and can't find a way. ”

Rosicky said this to make Downton understand that if you want to be an aristocrat, you have to wear a mask and take the initiative to integrate.

"You can't even squeeze into the circle of royals from these third-rate countries, and those second-rate people won't look at you squarely. ”

Homer finally spoke, in aristocratic circles, the hierarchy is even more distinct, and sometimes you can offend people even if you go half a position ahead of others.

"Downton is a fifth-order scepter, more powerful than all of them!"

Juliet was not convinced.

Rosicky and Homer couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're naïve. Madeleine leaned in, "The nobleman will sweep the other's chest without a trace at first glance when they talk. ”

"Why?"

Hu Tao was puzzled.

"Because the family crest worn, that is a person's pass, not to mention the royal family of the nine empires, is the badge of a wealthy family worn by Downton, even if he hides in the toilet, someone will come up to offer his courtesy. ”

Madeleine explained, glancing at Downton's wine glass, and immediately exclaimed, "It's so disgusting, you guys actually drank it secretly!"

"Ah, big brother, why don't you wear a badge on your chest?" Hu Tao was puzzled, "you have it too!"

"I didn't stop you?"

Downton rolled his eyes, hiding the bitterness in his heart, the badge was not the same as the battle flag. The battle flag can be embroidered with the battle record, but the family crest represents the inheritance of a family, even if Downton polishes one with the most expensive star diamond, no one will look at him directly, but use him as a laughing stock.

A family crest is the heritage of a family!

Swish!

Madeleine poured out the red wine. He walked over to the barrel that was placed beside him, unscrewed the hose that made a deer's head, and took a large glass.

Goo!

Even if the head of the royal sister raised his head and poured it in one breath, he did not show the slightest rudeness, but the bold atmosphere was incomparable.

"This woman is definitely not simple!"

Rosicky squinted his eyes and looked at Madeleine carefully.

"Delicious!"

Madeleine wiped her lips with the back of her hand, peeled off a few toffees and tossed them into her glasses, shouting at the group. "Come here, there's good wine!"

"Where?"

"How good is it?"

"A tribute?"

The members of the opera troupe came over with a smile, and Downton didn't have an aristocratic stand, so everyone was also open.

"I'll divide the wine!"

Hu Tao took the wine glass in his mouth and carried the barrel to the table.

The water throat opened, and as the red wine flowed out, a sweet flavor immediately spread.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Several drunkards cried out.

"Huh. Let's Jean!"

A girl walked past Downton and poked her elbow.

Downton made an apologetic gesture. Backed off.

Rosicky and Madeleine gave a thumbs up, and what they admired most was Downton, who was generous and modest and polite.

"It's delicious, what's this wine called?"

A drunkard handed the glass to Walnut again.

"Drink it slowly, do you think this is plain water?" Madeleine scolded. "This is a victory wine, a tribute brewed by elves, and it is not sold on the market!"

"Huh?"

The drunkard was startled and froze with his outstretched hand.

"Hold it!" beckoned Walnut as she shoved her glass. "Next!"

"Commander, don't scare me!"

The drunkard smiled bitterly.

"Why are you bluffing? insist on marking a price, such a cup, at least tens of thousands of gold coins!" Madeleine teased, "let you go to the tavern to sell yourself, at least five years to pay it off!"

"He's the way he looks, even the ogre isn't interested in him!" Pippen continued, and then shouted, "Come, everyone, raise a glass, let us wish Lord Downton all the best wishes!"

"Victory wine?

Sansa has been eavesdropping on the conversation of Downton and his party, and when she hears this, she can't help but ridicule that a group of ignored buns can also coax some civilians who have never seen the world to satisfy their sense of superiority.

Victory wine is a wine that can only be made by elves, and their own families also have it, but they are all treasured in the cellar, and every time they go on an expedition, they will be given to the general who commands the army, taking the meaning of victory.

His father was very generous, but he would not give wine to those nobles who could not be put on the table, let alone a group of commoners.

"A bunch of hillbillies!"

"Mixing with the opera troupe, it's really worth it!"

"Toffee, I've never heard of it, but that royal sister is so beautiful, especially those long legs, sandwiched on the waist, must be beautiful!"

The nobles looked down on Downton more and more, and a few of them drank too much and looked at Madeleine, their eyes were lewd ~ evil, and they wanted to immediately crush her under them.

"Let's go, go ask the price!"

The prince of Gwent got up, and a dozen nobles who were not afraid of anything immediately surrounded him.

In the Western Continent, some of the opera troupes that are not in the mainstream cannot support themselves by performing operas, so the actresses also have to work part-time as prostitutes, and even some of the roesu wander around in the name of the opera troupe, because this can save a lot of trouble.

"Hey, are you the head of the regiment? How much is a night?"

Gwent's servant and a civilian regimental leader didn't bother to put on a hypocritical face, and asked directly in a low voice.

"Your Excellency, have you drunk too much?" Pippen smiled and leaned over, "Do you want me to convince you to go back?"

"Get out of here!"

The servant raised his foot and was about to kick Pippen, but he thought that there was a large group of nobles watching next to him, so he held back, and roared with an unswerving face, "Our Highness wants to watch an opera, can you quote a price?"

"If you want to perform specifically for you, it will cost 30,000 gold coins for one performance, do you think it will start at eight o'clock tomorrow morning?"

The steward of the regiment pushed Pippen away and quoted the price.

"Thirty thousand, it's so cheap, it's not enough for me to pay for a meal!"

"That's why it's a third-rate opera troupe that I haven't heard of before, no, maybe it's not an opera troupe at all. ”

"These female members are good-looking, but they are really useless other than that. ”

The aristocrats talked loudly, not caring what the opera troupe people thought.

"Okay, I'll give you 50,000 gold coins!"

None of the servants wanted to bargain.

"Okay, is it going to start tomorrow morning? It's too late to show too well. ”

Stewardship built yì.

"What tomorrow, is now!"

The servant frowned.

"Alright, I'll let them prepare!"

The steward was ready to take his leave.

"Wait, forget about the others, as long as you captain, remember to let her take a bath, our captain hates the smell of cheap perfume,"

The servant instructed one by one, "The perfume should be of a strong fragrance type, our Highness likes it, forget it, I guess you don't have it, I'll have someone send it later, go and prepare?"

"What do you mean by that?"

The steward's face turned ugly.

"What else do you mean, people have taken a fancy to our head and let her sleep?"

Pippen complained.

The laughter quieted down, and the members glanced at Madeleine, then at Downton.

"Our Highness is the Prince of Gwent!"

The servant's words were both a show and a deterrent, and in his opinion, when the prince spoke, the woman must have knelt and licked.

"Haha, interesting!"

Sansa smiled, if Madeleine was taken away, then Downton's face would be lost to the Northland, if she was a prostitute, then he would go with a prostitute, he would become a laughing stock, and he would never want to raise his head in the aristocratic circle in this life, if it wasn't a prostitute, Sansa would be ready to concoct a cuckold rumor that his woman was sleeping with other men.

"Want to go to Xueman to expand your network? I'll make you a big clown!"

Sansa was ruthless, and with Downton's contempt for the Starks, she was going to ruin the man and make him a dog, wagging his tail in front of her all day long.

Syllable!

When the servant slapped the steward in the face, the crisp voice finally made the nobles pay attention to the conflict on this side.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'll say it again, let your head go and prepare!"

The servant lost his patience, and in the Western Continent, where slavery existed, men prostituted ~ prostitutes, which was as common as eating and drinking, so he was not embarrassed at all.

Some of the male aristocrats looked greedily at Madeleine's beautiful legs, wrapped in tight leather pants, and secretly swallowed their saliva.

"Hey, Captain, get to know me, I'm the prince of Gwent!"

Gwent walked up to Madeleine and held out her hand.

"Are we familiar with each other? Who allowed you to call me the head of the regiment?"

Madeleine frowned, and her powerful aura exploded instantly.

Stared at by the disdainful gaze of the head of the royal sister, Gwent shuddered, only to feel a wave of excitement crawling over his back from the tail vertebrae and pouring into his brain, making him almost moan in comfort~ moaning.

Some masochistic aristocrats heard Madeleine's queen voice and were eager to be trampled on by her boots. (To be continued......)