It's May 10, 1787 in the sacred calendar, and the annual Midsummer Night's Music Festival is getting closer, and the streets of the royal capital of Paari are bustling with activity.

Whether it's the streets, the parks, the squares, the bars and theaters, there are musicians from all over France, and even many musicians from other kingdoms of Orrent.

The citizens of Paali are equally welcoming, they are romantic, they are in pursuit of luxury, they love everything new. Although the Midsummer Night Festival is held once a year, it is held in different cities in the main countries of the continent of Orrent, and it has been a full thirty years since it was last held in Paari.

For Sivi, he could finally relax and walk slowly through the streets of the royal capital of Paari, enjoying the scenery of the most prosperous and greatest city in the kingdom.

In a world of supernatural powers, Paali was far more magnificent than any medieval city in that world once was. There are 32 avenues here, each of which is more than 20 meters wide, and the longest fifth avenue traverses the entire royal capital, which is tens of kilometers long.

It is also a gathering place for the most upper-class blood nobles, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen in the entire kingdom, and there are more than fifty high-end schools including magic academies, knight academies, warrior academies, and ordinary universities in the royal capital Paali, bringing together almost the young elites of the entire kingdom.

The city's fixed population has exceeded two million, and the floating population is even more difficult to count, making it one of the three most prosperous metropolises in the entire Orrente continent.

Only by standing on the bustling streets of the royal capital of Paali can Xiwei truly appreciate the customs of this era and grasp the pulse of this era.

To the northwest of the royal capital, Paari, a quarter of the city was home to less than one percent of the population, as it was the gathering place of the great aristocracy.

Even the great nobles whose fiefs were scattered throughout the kingdom would not hesitate to build their own castles in the aristocratic district of the royal capital Paali.

The wooded, beautiful, clean and wide streets are almost devoid of pedestrians, dotted with exquisite castles of various styles, many of which are hundreds or even thousands of years old.

Here, a small baron or viscount can't handle it at all, and counts are not uncommon, countless ancient families that existed at the beginning of the establishment of the Kingdom of France stand here quietly like their castles, witnessing the changes.

In this picturesque aristocratic district, there is also a castle that stands out: the Rose Castle, which belongs to the Mathilde family.

The Mathilde family has been the best arm of the Charles family at the beginning of the rise of the French royal family, and has had seven successive heads of the family to serve as the hand of the king of the French kingdom, that is, the position of prime minister, even in the royal capital Paari, is one of the most prominent families.

And the patriarch of the contemporary Mathilde family, Duchess Sophie Mathilde, is the dream lover of almost all the men of the royal capital Paali.

Her beauty has surpassed the limits of the mortal, she is simply a goddess who descended into the mortal world, and some people say that only the elven queen of Eternal Gathering Island can compare with her in appearance.

She loves music so much that she owes almost all of the fact that the French Musiks Guild has grown to its current size.

She is simply a musical elf, each of her performances has made countless people her most loyal followers, and her skills are equally exquisite to the point that no one can match.

Therefore, she was revered by all musicians as "Lord of Music", and she wore this crown, which belonged to musicians, and no one questioned it, because this is a fact recognized by all.

The French were proud of her, because Duchess Sophie Mathilde was so good that she became the goddess of all French people.

Sivi is now standing outside the Rose Castle, today he is no longer wearing a mage robe, but wearing a beautiful and comfortable moon-white dress, which almost perfectly combines the toughness of the uniform and the softness of the casual clothes, with Sivi's almost perfect handsome face, it brings people a very rare visual enjoyment.

In the face of such a pleasing Sivi, even the gatekeeper of the Rose Castle could not keep a cold face as usual, and he showed a kind smile: "Please tell me what you mean, sir!"

"I've received an invitation from Her Excellency Sophie, and I'm here for an appointment today!" Sivi handed the pale gold invitation to the gatekeeper.

As soon as the gatekeeper saw the delicate handwriting belonging to his master on the invitation, he hurriedly opened the gate of the castle and invited Xiwei into the castle.

Two lovely maids greeted him and guided Sivi through the Rose Castle.

The castle does not seem to have gone through the millennium as expected, with a lively and feminine romance.

What Sivi didn't know was that the Mathilde family had been in ruin for a while, and had even been forced to move out of the royal capital of Paari and return to their own territory.

It was thanks to Sufi that the Mathilde family returned to the royal capital, and the castle was completely renovated and rebuilt at the request of Sophie Mathilde.

Inside the Rose Castle, colorful flowers and vines fill the air, as if a good time is being celebrated.

Although the sky is full of red sun, the castle is full of shade from trees and vines, giving it a very comfortable feeling, as if you are in a forest garden.

The Rose Castle is hidden in this large forest garden, like a quiet small building, completely sheltered from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Following the two maids, Sivi gradually heard pleasant notes, someone playing an unknown piece of music.

The music is very beautiful, the melody is melodious and melodious, and there is a cheerful atmosphere, as if it is telling something.

Almost instantly, the note completely occupied Sivi's hearing, and involuntarily, Sivi's footsteps slowed down, and finally stopped outside the door of a beautiful rose room.

The music finally stopped, and it wasn't long before a beautiful woman appeared in front of Sivi.

Just as the French people praised her, the woman in front of her was so perfect, whether it was in appearance, temperament or charm, she exceeded the limits of what a mortal should have, she was the embodiment of beauty, dazzling to the extreme.

This beauty even surpasses that of the most popular and shining starry sky singers in the world, you must know that those starry sky singers are the most perfect women in the 35th century AD, with more than 10 billion fans of perfect idols.

If the perfect score is 100, then Sophie Mathilde can score 101. (To be continued.) )