Chapter 62: Her Royal Highness was left out in the cold
“I feel so embarrassed.”
In the splendid dinner hall, feeling the strange glances from around him, Grea lowered his head in shame. head.
But Linn, who was wearing a sharp-beaked crow mask, didn't seem to think so.
He was holding a glass of drink in his hand, inserted the straw into the eyes of the crow mask, and sipped.
"Anyway, I'm wearing a mask, even if I'm embarrassed, it's your Augusta family."
He said cheerfully.
At the same time, his eyes scanned the surroundings imperceptibly.
The dinner party has begun.
People were coming and going in the hall, and on the band stage in the center, musicians were playing beautiful dance music.
The long dining table next to it was covered with an exquisite patterned tablecloth and placed with expensive silver candlesticks. There were steaks, desserts, fruits and other kinds of cold food for everyone to take.
There are probably more than two hundred guests, not including waiters, who have arrived.
The scene is not grand.
The entire Tyrus mansion is magnificent. The crystal headlights on the ceiling cast bright yellow light, and the tiles on the floor are embroidered with gorgeous gold patterns.
Although the dance time has not yet come, people are distributed in twos and threes throughout the first floor hall, holding champagne and chatting.
As for Her Royal Highness, as soon as she entered the door, she was greeted by several daughters and ladies of the Tyrus family.
The imagined scene of being ostracized did not happen.
After all, these people are from the Duke family, and Yvest is from the royal family.
As long as you don’t take off your mask, etiquette will still be in place.
“That is the bishop in charge of the Diocese of Orne City of the Tianli Church.” At this moment, Greya beside him suddenly lowered his voice, “His name is Moselle Brandi, he is the local bishop. The most famous invisible powerful man is said to be deeply involved with many big nobles in the imperial capital.”
Lin En looked at the middle-aged man in religious robes, thoughtfully.
At this moment, the lights in the manor suddenly dimmed a little, and then focused on the corridor on the third floor.
Everyone looked up.
I saw a middle-aged man with a heroic appearance and wearing a military uniform standing at the edge of the stairs.
He looks about forty years old, with black hair combed back, a strong build, and countless medals of honor on the chest of his military uniform.
Baile Tireus, the organizer of this dinner, is also the head of the Tireus family.
He glanced around majestically.
Seeing that everyone was silent and looking at him nervously, Duke Tyrus suddenly smiled.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this charity fundraising party." His voice was very loud, "I hope you have a good time and drink happily during this long night."
< br>“And for those women and men who are still single, I have only one request.”
"Get rid of being single!"
"Enjoy this dinner and the dance later!"
As he said that, he raised his glass and drank it down.
The atmosphere of the dinner party became lively in an instant and was pushed to a climax.
Immediately afterwards, Duke Tyrus came down the stairs, picked up another glass of wine from the waiter's tray, and walked slowly through the crowd.
Sometimes he stopped to chat with a certain lady, sometimes he whispered to a certain nobleman, and sometimes he looked at each other and smiled.
Although he is a soldier, he is still rooted in the upper echelons of the empire, so he is naturally no stranger to this routine.
But Lin En looked at it for a while and saw something was wrong.
It stands to reason that the most distinguished guest tonight, even if it is not Yvestre, will at least be among the top few.
But this old guy had already exchanged several glasses of wine and had a good chat with many local nobles in Orne City. Even those he didn't know well at least said hello to them.
But only Her Royal Highness was missed.
From beginning to end, he never took the initiative to talk to her.
Lynn couldn't help but look at Yvesther, who was standing on the side of the female family members.
Although she was still responding to the conversations of people around her from time to time, Lin En, who was familiar with her character, noticed a hint of coldness in her red eyes. Obviously, Ivester also saw the implication of Duke Tyrus' move.
Sending you an invitation with thoughtful etiquette is the courtesy of a nobleman and respect for the royal family.
But as a soldier, he didn't want to get involved in the king's election so early and take sides.
Or maybe he just doesn't like Yvestle.
No matter which answer it was, it was enough to make her feel unhappy.
“Have you ever felt like the temperature around you has dropped a bit?”
Greya said suddenly.
“Haha.”
Time flies by.
Soon, the dinner was halfway through.
Looking at the donation box being pushed up in the center of the hall, everyone fell into silence.
Obviously, what comes next is the highlight of the night.
They all know that it is not true that the Tierwus family cannot afford the pension for disabled soldiers.
Just to use this guise to test some things.
Or perhaps, it is urging some of them to stand in line.
Looking at the silent crowd, Duke Tyrus seemed to have heard nothing: "Ladies and gentlemen, next is the charity fundraising session. Thank you for your generosity in attending the appointment tonight. I will represent the military department. More than 20,000 disabled soldiers, I would like to express my sincere respect to you.”
As he spoke, he bowed slightly in front of everyone.
For a while, everyone fell into silence and looked around, as if preparing to observe what others were doing.
Obviously, no one wants to be the one who stands out.
The forces in Orne City are intertwined and can affect the whole body. Any two families may have extremely deep interests.
How can they not see that Duke Tyrus is asking them to submit a certificate of surrender?
But once he becomes a prominent figure, his happy days in Orne City will come to an end. After he leaves, he will definitely be suppressed and ostracized by the forces in the city.
After all, the taxes owed over the years add up to an extremely terrifying astronomical figure.
If you really have to make up for them all, it will definitely be a strain.
Instead of cutting off the flesh and bones, it is better to gather together in a group and let Duke Tyrus, the fierce dragon crossing the river, taste the power of the local snake.
What's more, even if they want to stand out, it won't be their turn.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Duke Tyrus narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he understood something.
“Bah bang bang!!!”
With the sudden applause, everyone’s eyes were attracted to the direction from which the sound came.
Looking at the middle-aged man wearing a robe, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
Bishop Moser crossed the crowd, clapped his hands, and showed a look of respect.
"I have long heard that Mr. Duke is considerate of soldiers. When I saw him today, I realized that he is truly worthy of his reputation. I admire him endlessly."
"Although Orne City is located on the border, the Tianli Church is struggling here, but due to For the humanitarian care of the soldiers who protect our country, I will donate five thousand gold coins to the military department on behalf of this diocese."
As he said that, he put an envelope in his hand into the donation box.
“Thank you for your generosity.”
Duke Tireus said lightly.
In terms of fundraising, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but he did not show the slightest joy.
At the same time, there was a burst of applause in the hall.
Hearing the noise coming from behind, Moselle made a quiet gesture towards them, and then looked at Duke Tireus with a sincere expression.
"In addition, I have a gift for Mr. Duke and all the guests here."
Come and count the votes, adoptive fathers
(End of this chapter)