Zal doesn't like this dance, very much, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't dance well, it's two different things entirely. In the kingdom of Orem, this dance of fifteen social ceremonial movements was a compulsory course for every noble child over the age of fourteen, let alone Zar, who was the crown prince.

Because compared to other nobles, the royal family, especially the king, is given a higher meaning by this dance - every year at the New Year's ball, the king must enter the dance first, and then enter the attendees in order of rank, completing the climax of the ball.

Therefore, this kind of thing that really involves the face of the royal family, and no king will be polite to his children in this matter, even Aiden, who loves Zal very much. The reason is very simple, if you can't fight a war, it's a matter of bravery, if you don't handle government affairs well, it's a matter of talent, and if you can't even dance well, it's not a problem, it's death.

Zar doesn't even remember how many small sticks he had been broken by court dancers and ceremonial officials when he was a child. All movements have the strictest requirements, such as the tightening of the shoulders, the placement of the palms, the proper focus of the gaze, the precise landing of the steps, and even the swing of the dress.

So when Zal stepped onto the dance floor with Adjani's palm, many images of his training came to his mind, as if something buried in the depths had quietly awakened.

For a moment, Zal wondered if he remembered the moves or the dance steps years later. But when he looked at the beautiful girl standing on the other side and sank his knees, everything came back as if he had never left. It feels like something has already melted into your blood, and whether you want it or not, they will follow you. Never forget.

In the golden hall, two young figures danced gently to the music that has been passed down for thousands of years. Sometimes they staggered, sometimes they turned around, sometimes they looked at each other and laughed, sometimes they were silent...... This kind of dance, which cannot touch each other's limbs, seems to give them a more free space, and the distance between the two is like a frozen space. Always hanging in front of them, no matter how far or backward, no matter how much, no matter how transposed, no matter how much a point.

The guests who watched them from the sidelines, I don't know when, the original contemptuous or mocking gaze slowly disappeared. The "Rilca Court Dance" is very easy to learn, but if you want to be proficient, you can even dance well. That's just too hard. Not only does it take years of study, but it also requires an extremely good teacher, no, probably a group of teachers.

Look at the performance of that "gladiator", bow salute, bow salute, bow salute, bow salute, one-handed invitation salute, light kiss salute, wrong foot salute, raise hand salute, forehead nod salute...... All the movements are standard to the point of absence of flaws, and elegant enough to be a model of etiquette courses. And these seemingly boring "salutes" are connected by him with extremely stretched, majestic and powerful connecting movements. There is not the slightest hint of stereotyping.

From contempt to prick, from prickly to admirable. From admiration to appreciation...... The attitude of the guests changed, and many people had the same idea in their hearts: it turns out that the "Rilca Court Dance" can still be danced like this, and can it be danced so beautifully?

The dance in the field continued, and the two light figures seemed to perform a moving story in front of everyone, which was a slightly green, but extremely beautiful encounter. The distance that cannot be touched produces each other's curiosity, but the restraint of etiquette cannot restrain each other's happiness. They are enjoying the mystery from the unfamiliar, and it is as if they are sharing the joy of moving towards familiarity...... The palms of the last two people finally crossed the "long" distance and gently held them together, one bowing and the other. Smiling, he lifted the gauze skirt......

The music stopped, the picture froze, and the guests on the sidelines held their breath, as if they had just subconsciously spit out at this time. After this, the pent-up fire burned their chests, and they wanted to cheer and applaud, but the music that soon resounded suppressed their emotions again.

The musicians of the ball orchestra seemed to notice the perfect pair, they were not guests, they didn't want to play a stereotypical beat all the time, and they didn't want to just see the two of them dancing together. Musicians have the ideals of musicians, although small, but also have their romance.

The music was long and soothing, and when the first note flowed into Zal's ears, he recognized it as a classical ballad from the Sylvania region of Lante, as opposed to the "Alukad Slow Dance". Straightening up again, Zar gave Adjani an inquiring look, while the girl raised her beautiful face as if defiantly.

Stepping on the next beat, their figures moved again, this time, the distance between them disappeared, the delicate palms rested on the man's shoulders, and the steady knuckles held the girl's waist. The two of them held each other's palms at their sides, pointed in one direction, and swung out together.

If it would have been rude for the social dance to be interrupted, they are now willing to stand aside and leave the whole venue to the perfect couple, who just want to be with the others, become spectators, and enjoy it quietly.

The beautiful music flowed in the air, and the two of them danced and strolled through the halls of the University, one chasing the footsteps of the other, the soft white skirts gently fluttering in the air. They were spinning, one capturing the other, elegant dresses dancing in the wind behind them.

They were staring at each other, and there was nothing but each other in their eyes. Behold, they are sometimes like eagles soaring in the canopy, and a breeze that gently blows their wings, pushing each other in the direction in which the wind blows, and sometimes they are like fallen leaves falling from the riverbed, and brooks quietly entwined beside them, embracing each other, and flowing through the place where the water walks......

Gradually, their figures soothed, the music that echoed around them became low and faded, and finally, Zal wrapped around Adjani from behind and stopped in the middle of the hall, just like the tenderness of time.

And the silence only stopped for a moment, and it seemed like a thousand years had passed. The sudden explosion of cheers and applause overtook everything, and the men forgot about their dresses and cheered and whistled wildly, while the women, most of them, had tears on their faces, and washed away their well-groomed makeup.

Enthusiastic waves bombarded the ballroom. Like a tidal wave, it seems to never stop, and no one wants to stop. And Zal, who was standing in the middle of the field and gently hugging the girl, buried his nose in Adjani's fragrant long hair and whispered softly. "Miss. How long are you going to stay in this position......" he smiled, "For the sake of the Lord God, I'm almost out of place......"

"Hmph!" the girl let out a nasal voice of dissatisfaction, squeezed Zal's palm, spun it out of his arms, and turned to Zal's side like an elf.

They smiled and saluted the guests around them, and the deafening applause grew louder, with many chanting Adjani's name. It's like calling the goddess in their hearts. Finally, they faced the corner of the ballroom together, where the orchestra for the entire ball was located. Thanking them again, the musicians stood up one after another, holding their instruments as if they had no regrets in their lives, and bowed in return.

Holding Adjani's palm, Zar nodded to the crowd one last time, and the two of them walked over to the terrace outside the ballroom. The crowd made way for them. The most enthusiastic applause continued, and the two of them only smiled gracefully. Walked through the crowd without squinting.

From beginning to end, neither Zal nor Adjani looked at Ambrus again. But it's true that no one cares about his existence anymore, even if his face is basically the same as a cloudy night.

Ambrus lowered her head, trembling slightly. The harsh sounds around him were like steel knives, cutting away his dignity layer by layer, and the mad anger entrenched in his heart like a poisonous snake. Just then, a voice rang out from behind him.

"Dear Mr. Ambrus, your ......" turned out to be a concerned Casavalon.

Ambrus squinted. Staring at the old man in front of him, at last, a voice so low that it seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth rang out. "I'll remember today, remember!" he said, turning to Sabrio, "Let's go!" and with that, he took his gladiator and squeezed out of the crowd.

The old butler watched Ambrus's departing back, rubbed his cheeks, and raised his eyebrows a little playfully. "Tut-tut, this time, it hurts a little......"

At the same time, another figure standing outside the door of the banquet hall witnessed what had just happened from afar, and he chuckled, as if he had thought of something. "What an interesting scene...... Looks like I should find a time to talk to that 'old loach'. With that, he turned around and left.

Through the tall columns, the terrace that connects the ballroom is wide enough to leave all the hustle and bustle far behind. There's a reason Zar left the crowd with Adjani, on the one hand, to leave enough room for the rest of the guests to relax and continue with tonight's dance party without caring about the prickly gaze.

On the other hand, whenever such a scenario occurs, it is best for the person concerned to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, just wait to be flooded unconscious by those enthusiastic guests. Zar really knows all about this.

Stepping on the smooth floor tiles and slowly moving forward, until the railing at the edge of the terrace, Adjani, who had always maintained a dignified appearance, finally couldn't help it. It wasn't just a smile, it was a rebirth. Her countenance suddenly stretched out, and suddenly it lit up, and a clear and beautiful laugh sounded from the corners of her upturned mouth, infecting the night, as if even the moon in the sky was happily hanging a crooked crescent.

"Look at Ambrus's face! Don't you notice? I saw it quietly!" a faint flush appeared on the girl's skin, and even the night around her could not hide her delicate face. "You're such a good dancer, Zal, where did you learn that?" asked Adjani, leaning back against the railing, turning her head curiously.

"I've almost forgotten where I learned it...... "Zal replied with a smile as he propped his arms on the railing, taking a soft breath. His gaze followed the flickering lights of the street market in the distance of the terrace, little by little, until the place where the canopy met the horizon, the thick black line like ink.

This time, Adjani didn't protest against Zal's reply, she just stared at the side of Zal's face, as if looking for something. After a long time, she asked softly, "What are you thinking?" and her voice was low, as if it had blended in with the night.

In the girl's eyes, Zal smiled, but his gaze was a little distracted. "I'm thinking, get out of here......" he said, raising his hand in front of him to make a leaping gesture.

A gentle night breeze ruffled the girl's hair, and it fluttered gently on the side of her face. Adjani wrapped her slender fingers around them and gently held them behind her ears. Her eyes flickered a little, and her voice was slow, a little hesitant. "You, you must leave......" she paused, "do you want to get out of here?"

"Well," Zal nodded, "because someone is waiting for me." He said

"Girl?" asked Adjani lightly.

Zar was silent for a moment, then nodded again. "Yes, but not all ......"

Adjani smiled, it was beautiful. "She's a lucky girl. ”

Zal listened, shaking his head noncommittally.

For some reason, the sudden silence spread silently between the two of them, something entangled each other, not closer, but distant. The night was cool, and the surrounding sounds and lights seemed to have all stopped on this terrace, looking at it from a distance, not wanting to, or not being able to, disturb the two shadows that were reflected on the ground by the moonlight, standing together.

After a long time, the girl gently pushed the railing open and took a step. "I, I should go back, Mr. Casavalon should be looking for us, right?" she said briskly, "you ......"

"I'll stand here a little longer," Zar frowned slightly and smiled wryly, "It's too noisy inside." ”

The girl laughed in understanding. "Alright, well, Zal, it won't be too long......" she said, lifting the corners of her skirt and bowing gracefully again, "I'll see you later, my mysterious sir!"

Zal smiled until Adjani turned to leave, then looked at her back, sighed silently, and turned her head to recast her gaze into the distant night.

What he didn't see, though, was that the girl's face was facing away from him, and her lower lip, which she had gently bitten, trembled slightly, as if something had made her taste bitter sorrow. But sooner, her eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, flashing brighter, and then, stubbornly, straightened her waist, puffed up her chest, and walked forward.

The light in the banquet hall cast a brilliant golden yellow on the square tiles of the terrace, and the reflection of the girl was reflected on it, graceful, proud, stretched extremely long, extremely long...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you for the reward on the river, thank you, thank you compass~!