Acton Northumbbrandy has beautiful silver hair, and his eyes give a sense of charm and affection. His strength, status, family background, appearance, and ability are all outstanding among the young people, and some of the aristocratic ladies present blushed when they talked about this playboy, but they couldn't help but look and steal. He walked up to Tamora Wittgenstein and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Acton, you guy, you are a personable boy in the social arena, but you are slippery enough on the battlefield, so much so that Admiral Demetrius even deliberately named you. In my opinion, it is better for you, the position of brigade commander, to be given to other juniors who are more bloody and powerful. Tamora said.

"Dear Miss Tamorrah, ladies in social situations deserve to be rejoiced and happy by words and deeds. They often love my compliments, which makes them pour some affection into me, and we get each other's appreciation, so why not? As for on the battlefield, it depends on their respective strengths, and my strength is not good, so I have to entangle with them. And a lady like you, who has great strength and good looks, has made great achievements on the battlefield, and is really a model for my generation. This Acton had a calm look in his eyes when he spoke, and his face was serious, as if he was not the kind of guy who was full of lust in his heart.

"You oily and slick fellow, no wonder so many ladies and ladies have thrown themselves into your arms, and their lonely and lonely hearts will not be able to escape once they are caught by your fox. This gentleman is your cousin, right? ”

Dromeo Northumbbrandli stepped forward and saluted, his face was a little composed, obviously a little flustered, and the young fellow, when faced with a powerful woman, unconsciously became like this, and he said: "Dear Miss Tamora, in Lower Dromeo Northumbbrandli, as you said. ”

Tamora Wittgenstein looked at the boy's somewhat flustered eyes, and he didn't seem to dare to look at his face and eyes, but only at his neck. A smile appeared on her face, and she said, "I thought that every one of you in the Northumbranley family was a good hand at tugging at a woman's heartstrings, and it seems that this Monsieur de Lomeo has not experienced the laughter of many women, and is still shy." ”

"Well, as you can see, my cousin Dromio's character and personality have nothing to say. His shyness is reflected in the mirror of good character, and his talent is equally dazzling, and his heart is kind and easily shaken, and I am afraid that one of the young ladies will accidentally snatch his soul away, and think of her all day long, and be restless on the battlefield. Acton laughed as he spoke, and Dromeo blushed.

Lin Luowen's heart was a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect that this vicious and unscrupulous Delomio could be said to be a good person.

The young men walked busily up and down the ball hall with their glasses in hand, and some of the ladies dressed in fancy clothes accompanied the men's verbal assault, their faces becoming subtle and their expressions becoming turbulent. The lives of aristocratic ladies are mostly rich and monotonous, they feel lively and excited in social situations, but they feel lonely and lonely afterward. Among them, there is no talent for cultivation, so they have to indulge in all kinds of social and entertainment all day long, chatting and killing time with literature, painting, music, and various activities.

Lin Luowen, on the other hand, was hiding in the corner, thinking that these things were also quite interesting, and his way of thinking with his chin on his pestle was silly, a little cute. A young lady looked at him with a somewhat honest look, and her eyes flashed with curiosity. When a woman feels genuinely happy, her smile is very beautiful and moving. This is something that is difficult to say, and some girls' smiles are born with a touching contagion, which requires her heart to be pure, and her eyes, cheeks, and lips are harmonious and smooth when she laughs. For example, the young lady not far from Lin Luowen was very charming when she was laughing with her companions.

She walked over and sat down across from Lin Luowen, looking at the young major and looking him in the eye with a curious gaze. Lin Luowen came back to his senses and subconsciously took out a box of cigars from his arms. I saw that the lady took it with a smile, took one out of the box, looked at it, and said, "My name is Louise, you are Lin Luowen, I remember, you are very cute." ”

The young major smiled a little reservedly, and took one out of the box, and a little flame appeared on his finger and lit it for Louise. The young lady took a puff and coughed, her face a little red, obviously feeling a little spicy.

"This cigar was recommended by an old battalion commander I once knew, but he was killed in the last breakout battle." Lin Luowen sucked, spit it out, and said.

"Your life is really exciting. Today, I stand on the city wall, watching millions of soldiers fighting selflessly, and although I can't feel the feeling of putting myself in their shoes, I can feel the tragedy and tragedy. I want to fight with you, too, but I don't have the strength to do it. Louise said with a little fluttering eyebrows, she had a frank and innocent face, which looked comfortable and attractive.

"It's a wonderful feeling, you can die at any moment from a single blow from a powerful enemy, or you can be surrounded by an enemy and die. Beside you are the friends you know, your soldiers, your commanders, they are dying all the time, and every minute is causing killing, you need to go with the flow, keep your cool in this killing feast, and kill as many enemies as possible. If you don't kill the other person, your strength is not enough, then you will fall into an eternal sleep. And of course you don't want that to happen, you still have family, lovers, and people with all kinds of thoughts, they are waiting for you to return to their side, and if you accidentally die, it is tantamount to a harm to them, and it is also a betrayal of your own life. So, Miss Louise, do you think you still want to feel the thrill of life and death? Lin Luowen looked at the lady with a smile.

"It's a very mixed feeling. Miss Tamora Wittgenstein is truly admirable, she must have possessed courage and determination beyond ordinary people, and she is truly a descendant of Master Ludwig, who all possessed the courage to face the world. Women do not make up a large proportion of the Franco-Austrian army, and women are more willing to join the Red Lords, have you ever heard of Lady Mary Thérèse of the Red Lords? Louise asked.

"I've heard a little, but I don't know much about this powerful lady. You can elaborate on that. ”

"Madame Marie Thérèse is the most famous woman in the Franco-Austrian League for nearly a hundred years, and I have only seen her veiled side, and she has a very large number of followers and admirers in the Franco-Austrian League. Her life is like a legend, and it is said that her dancing has reached such a level of sophistication that even the eighth generation of the guardian sword, Lord Methras Fasaria, is full of praise after watching her dance. When she was younger, she fled to the Terence Khanate, and it is said that she met the man she loved most in her life, but perhaps only the Red Duchess and some of her close people knew who that man was. It's hard to imagine what kind of man with a peerless elegance makes her so intoxicated? You've probably read that very famous letter, right? Major Lin Lowen. ”

Lin Luowen nodded, the letter was said to have been circulated unintentionally, and no one knew whether it was true or not, and it also aroused the reverie of countless people.

When it was close to eight o'clock, the two stopped talking. At this time, the hall is filled with the sounds of the lute, the vivol (a violin-like instrument), the piano, and other musical instruments, which are the accompaniment to the dance.

The men and women in the hall began to dance to the music, a modified version of the Poloniz dance. It is not as solemn and grand as it used to be, but it is still not lacking in elegance and magnificence. It's as if the aristocrats are showing how luxurious high society is, they are polite, shining with colors, lined up in a long serpentine shape, one moment unfolding, the next rolling up in a ball, curling and dazzling. The golden sabers around the neck and the sabers that mop the floor rattled, and the sumptuous and heavy shawls were adorned with pearls, precious stones, streamers, and knots. In the distance, there was a murmuring voice, as if it were the noise of this fiery rapids.

Louise stood up, she looked at Lin Luowen, her smile was sincere and bright, and said, "My friend, Your Excellency Major, let's go dance too." ”

In Franco-Austrian, not all women passively choose whether to accept a man's invitation or not, they have the same right to choose, and they also have the right to let the other person make a choice. When a woman invites a man to dance, it is not a shame or a loss of self-esteem.

"Yes, Miss Louise, you have a beautiful smile, and I hope you can see it more often when you dance, and not be embarrassed by my incongruous steps." Lin Luowen said. It's true that he hasn't danced a poloniez, but if you look at how these people do it, he shouldn't be too bad, and he won't be too good.

Louise Salisbury is seventeen years old, and her body is feminine. Her dancing is also quite good in the ball hall, and Lin Luowen has become smooth from the lack of coordination at the beginning, but there is some gorgeous taste. However, the white dress worn by Louise was noble and elegant, and the evening dress worn by Lin Luowen was a little dwarfed, but his confidence and calmness that were not stage frightened added a lot of luster to it.

Relaxed, good times always go by easily.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Luowen returned to his apartment. This day of relaxation had eased his nerves from the intense killing of the past month.