Chapter 142: Reception opening

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"indeed so."
Looking at Yulian's eyes, O'Falil lowered her head, and a flash of red flashed on her cheeks.
"At that time, I had very few friends in the palace, especially my friends of the same year, but there were no such things at all. In addition, I was originally "impure", so there was no one willing to stay with me. It was at that time My brother Celtic has a very good relationship with me. He often comes to the palace with his father and sometimes chats with me. Frankly speaking, at that time, the father did indeed discuss with Mr. Celtic’s father. To make a relationship for the two of us, the father-in-law asked me my opinion at the time, but..."
Speaking of this, O'Falil frowned, then smiled bitterly.
"At that time, I was still devoted to how to let others recognize myself and protect my mother. For me, these alone have exhausted the energy. And you can imagine a 12-year-old girl will What do you think about love? So I didn’t make a decision about the father’s opinion. But then things changed, and I grew up, and I’m no longer the little girl I used to have. I have my own Status, own strength and own life. And next... I think you know, as a princess without inheritance rights, I don’t want to get too close to the military, and Mr. Celtic is The only son, also the pride of his father, will be the commander of the legion in the future. If something comes between us, it will be a turmoil and disaster for the entire country. So I finally rejected the father’s Proposal. At that time, the father also saw the complexity of the situation, so he did not object to my choice."
O'Falil turned the teacup in his hand, then picked it up and took a sip of black tea.
"And, I don’t have any love feelings for Mr. Celtic, or, after I got the status I wanted, I broke off contact with him. After all, he is a military faction, I It’s not suitable to have too much contact with him. Moreover, I have never regretted this decision. In order to protect my mother, I have given up a lot and don’t care to give up a little more...……Although this is a bit sorry Mr. Celtic is Now."
"I understand."
Looking at O'Falriel, feeling the firmness and faith in those eyes, Yulian nodded, then he stood up and looked out the door with a smile.
"So, are you really not going to the reception?"
"So, Lord Lord, how do you plan to introduce me?"
Facing Julien's inquiry, O'Falil looked up mischievously, watching him with a funny look.
"Would you like to introduce my true identity? Are you going to scare all these nobles alive here?"
"To be honest, this is indeed a good idea."
Yulian gave a snap, nodded appreciatively. However, he shrugged with disappointment.
"What a pity, I also expect to hear some secret topics."
"Why, are you the type that would be interested in someone else's woman?"
What was hidden in O'Falriel's blue eyes was not mocking or satire.
"It is easier to have satisfaction than having something. It is the nature of men to conquer."
"Then, it seems that the only way to escape the clutches of your adult is not to get married, which is really dangerous, and I can't agree with your interest in destroying the family of others. This is fatal to other men's feelings. hurt."
"It is not their feelings but their abilities that are sentenced to death."
Yulian pouted, apparently not paying attention to O'Falir's account.
"If their women will run with other men for some reason, then it can only be explained that they are incapable, only second."
"Speaking like this, I suddenly remembered that there seem to be many women around you, sir?"
O'Fallier clearly indicated.
"I hope you will not be the ‘insufficient man’ as you said.

"Because of this, I have been working hard."
Yulian sorted out the clothes on his body. Today, he is not wearing the noble clothes of the weekdays, but a tuxedo set prepared for the special banquet. The straight collar and the exquisite workmanship have a taste of high nobility. And Yulian's tall and thin figure also showed an unusual spirit because of this suit. Of course, this is not all flawless. At least the sword behind him is still hanging from the waist, and there is no meaning of taking it off. This is certainly not a ceremonial behavior, and O'Falil once hinted at him, but Yulian obviously didn't take it seriously, and O'Falir, who knew his temperament, had no choice but to follow him.
"So, Miss O'Falriel, I'll say goodbye, as for our noble guest... it's up to you."
"Please give it to me, Lord Lord."
After receiving O'Falir's assurance, Yulian nodded, and then he turned around and left the room.
When he came back to the corridor, Yulian's expression was still very relaxed and laid-back, but Charlotte, who had always followed him, was now hesitant.
"Master, are we really not going to tell her about this? Is it true? I think you should probably prepare Miss O'Falir for psychological preparation..."
"This is her problem, not ours, Charlotte."
Yulian shook his head.
"This is not a problem that we can intervene, so it is best for us not to discuss this anymore. This is her endeavor. She has the qualification and power to learn the final result on her own. So..."
Speaking of this, Yulian put his hand into his arms and took out a piece of information. He glanced carefully at the content above, and then tossed it casually. The white stationery floated to the side and burned, dispersing in the cold furnace at night, swallowed into ash under the swallowing of bright red flames.
"It ends here."
Speaking of this, Yulian paused, and then he walked towards the end of the corridor.
"Then we should prepare for our plan."
This is a cold night.
Midsummer has passed, and the chill of autumn has gradually penetrated, and it is even more so in this deep mountain. The cool, even some cold wind whirls through the forest and whistles past, but, under such chill, the twilight However, the interior of the castle is brilliantly lit, and bright lights are emitted from its window, covering the entire castle, and at first glance, it will even give people a warm heart.
The lobby that was originally used to entertain guests has been clean and tidy at the moment. Those aristocrats dressed in formal clothes wander among them, communicate with each other, talk to each other, and taste the unique fruit wine and food in the forest. Some of these nobles were invited, and some were unsolicited. Of course, most of them are nobles near this area. They have already heard from all aspects or seen Yulian do everything of. For this young noble who suddenly rose, they were also questioning with curiosity, and now, the young noble actually invited them personally, why is there no reason to come to the show?
Of course, there are other reasons that are not justified. After all, the threat of the Sith Empire is still hovering at the border, and the atmosphere in the whole country is also very tense. The nobles also hope to take this party to relax. At least, temporarily stay away from such issues as wars and territories, and simply talk about the sky and enjoy. This is the life they want.
Because of this, when Yulian appeared in the hall, in front of everyone, many people stopped talking, and they all looked at the master and saluted him with a smile.
"Welcome everyone to Twilight Forest."
At the moment, Yulian is quite gentlemanly, and his voice is not too small, unrelenting or impetuous, and fully demonstrates the qualities that a noble deserves-if O'Falir is here, then she will definitely be different. the opinion of.
"I think everyone has visited my territory, my city, and I think this is definitely a novel experience for you."
Speaking of this, Yulian raised his right hand and raised the glass in his hand.
"So, I don't want to say anything more than that. I hope you can enjoy this reception and have a pleasant evening-Saint is on it, for West."
"For West."
Hearing this, the guests nodded and raised their glasses. Of course, compared to other nobles, Yulian didn't have much to say, but this was not bad-after all, as a noble, Yulian was still very young. If he makes a long speech in front of these older nobles, it will arouse the resentment of others. And the ordinary speech like this, in a way, is more able to explain the problem.
As Yulian's words fell, Charlotte clapped his palms. Soon, the maids who heard the order immediately stepped forward and served delicious food and drinks. The nobles also took advantage of the situation, and gathered together in twos and threes, whispering to discuss topics they knew and cared about.
From the crowd in the hall, Youlian can easily distinguish the range of the crowd here. In this reception, Yulian's main guests were the Bird family and the Zac family. The representative sent by the Byrd family is still the Viscount Juventus, and in the Zac family, because the head of the family can’t visit, he sent a representative to come. And this representative is also a familiar figure of Yulian-he was the killer who tried to murder him when he was escorting Master Zak, Della. At this moment, he also took off the dress of the original killer, but wore the costume of the nobility. At first glance, it looked like it looked.
Also around these two people is the noble family of the Bird family and the Zac family. They are well aware that the relationship between the two families and Youlian is extraordinary, so they naturally plan to take the opportunity to mix up. Let’s see if we can gain any benefits. At the same time, we are also observing the attitude of the two big families towards Youlian. If these two families are very respectful to this young lord, then they will naturally sell each other a face. And if these two big families are just using this young noble, then they also have their own choices-to put it bluntly, this is also a pre-stage made in order to clarify their status and future development direction in the two big families. survey.
Because of this, most of these nobles are now gathered around Viscount Juventus and Della, while commenting on the Twilight Forest and the City of the Spirit, while trying to extract some interesting information from the representatives of the two families. As for the young lord, before clarifying his position, it is better not to act rashly for the time being. After all, what will happen to the nobles who act rashly in front of him, even if these nobles have not seen it with their own eyes, they have heard it with their own ears.
Soon, Yulian discovered Celtic, who was standing alone at the dining table in the corner of the hall, drinking alone. He smiled, then turned and walked to the other side.
"I really didn't expect that you would drink boring here alone, Mr. Special Envoy."
Hearing Yulian’s voice, Celtic hurriedly raised his head, and he swept subconsciously behind Yulian, but he did not see the figure he expected, so the head of the old regiment quickly withdrew his gaze and revealed A smile.
"It's not boring, Mr. Youlian. Good wine needs to be calmed down and tasted slowly, not tasted in those lively, noisy. Maybe you should also try it, I think this will be for you Good."
"Good intentions."
You Lian calmly picked up a glass of fruit wine and watched the shining, refracted glory inside.
"However, it's a pity that Miss O'Falil has no way to attend this banquet. It really made me as a lord a little overwhelmed. To be honest, this reception was still prepared for me by me, but I couldn't participate. What a regrettable thing."
"Oh……………"
Hearing O'Falil's name, the old man's face changed slightly, his eyebrows twitched, and his mouth opened.
"So...she is now..."
"She is resting, maybe because of physical discomfort, maybe, I should consider taking her two days off?"
Speaking of this, You Lian laughed, and he looked at the old man in front of him, as if he was tempting something.
"It's always true to treat your men better, Mr. Youlian."
The old man has now converged on the strange appearance on his face and re-exposed his usual expression.
"So, if there is nothing wrong, I will find another place to have a good drink. I have to say that this castle feels very reassuring. I envy you for having such a territory, Yulian. Mr."
"Thanks for the compliment."
Watching the departure of Celtic, the smile on Yulian's face also changed. He put down the glass in his hand and shrugged his shoulders. And just then, a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Master Lord Yulian, what are you doing here?"
"It's just chat."
Youlian turned around and saw what was the passionate smile of Viscount Juventus. He seemed to have gotten rid of the nobles who were entangled with himself. At this moment, there were no half people around him.
"Have you anything? Mr. Juventus, what would you say about this wine?"
"No opinion, I think this is a great reception."
Hearing Yulian's inquiry, Mr. Viscount shook his head hurriedly and denied it. His gaze slightly hesitated and looked in Celtic's direction. After gazing at the burly body of the film, he recovered his gaze.
"So, Lord Yulian, what are you talking about with Mr. Celtic?"
"Are you curious?"
"Of course I am curious."
Mr. Viscount nodded with a smile, then he said.
"Frankly, almost all the nobles present were very curious. What would you say to Mr. Celtic? You know, Mr. Celtic is one of the three major regiments of the Kingdom......... In our identity, on weekdays It was very difficult to meet him. This time, he would actually appear in the Twilight Forest..." said here, Juventus suddenly changed his face slightly, and then he leaned into Yulian for reason and asked in a lower voice.
"Lord Lord Yulian, can I know why Mr. Celtic is looking for you? The royal side..."
"It's a little thing over the royal family."
Youlian replied lightly, and at the same time took a step back and pulled away from the Viscount again.
"Only next, there is nothing to worry about, Mr. Viscount, you can trust my character."
"………………Ok."
Seeing Yulian refused to say more, Viscount Juventus asked no more, he blinked, and then the topic began.
"Right, Lord Yulian, do you find it strange?"
"strange?"
Youlian glanced around curiously, looking at the lively crowd in the banquet hall.
"What's strange?"
"Generally speaking, for a cocktail party like this, the host should be surrounded by guests, but don’t you realize that these nobles have no intention of approaching you?"
"Oh? Do you mean..."
"I think you may have found it, Lord Lord."
With that, Juventus pointed to the crowd, showing a strange smile.
"Please take a closer look. Most of these nobles carry their own women, which is not an ordinary thing. According to my opinion, most of them originally wanted to take the opportunity to enter into relations with you and sell their daughters at the same time. After all, a young and powerful nobleman like you is very rare. However, you brutally crushed their dreams directly."
"I didn't do anything, Mr. Viscount."
Hearing this, Youlian raised her hands half-chuckly.
"This is not my responsibility."
"Of course it is your responsibility, Master Lord, don't you notice how beautiful these maids are under your hands? Frankly speaking, I really envy you, and I'm curious, where did you find it? So many beautiful girls. You know, even our Bird family, I’m afraid we won’t be able to find so many... In front of your pink army, those noble daughters are not worth mentioning, let alone Say it's sold to you." At this point, Viscount Juventus paused, and then he spoke tentatively.
"Then Lord Lord, if possible, can you please...forget it, when I said nothing."
Although Yulian's expression did not change, he realized that the chilly Mr. Viscount closed his mouth immediately.
"Being a man must learn to be satisfied, Mr. Viscount."
Yulian put down the glass, the smile on his face did not change at all.
"I believe you should understand this."
"This is... of course."
Juventus smiled bitterly. He nodded and said nothing more. At this moment, a sharp, hoarse voice rang around him.
"I really didn't expect that the big noble bird family would actually be so low on a noble lord. Are you afraid of losing the face of the big noble?"
Hearing these words, both of them frowned, and then they turned their heads immediately and looked in the direction of the sound. Then, they saw a thin, curvy old man with a cane and a cane standing at the banquet table The two small eyes were completely narrowed into a thin line, and in the gaze looking at Yulian, full of disdain and contempt.
"Although I don’t know which one you are from, you still have a long way to go to become a qualified aristocrat. Don’t think that you can become one of the nobles by pretending to be a couple of house wine parties. Member, little fellow." (Unfinished, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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