After another round of trivial makeup and dressing up, the old butler looked at Lawrence and Grosso's appearance with satisfaction:

"Everything is ready, including Mr. Grosso's. You two will definitely become the center of attention at the ball. The carriage has been prepared in the vestibule. Now we can set off and arrive at the Palace of Versailles in the evening."

Grosso pulled the scarf tightly around his neck and muttered in a low voice: "This damn silk scarf makes me feel like I am being hung on the gallows."

"You will be a minister soon, Grosso, this is just a necessary dress etiquette." Lawrence smiled and patted Grosso on the shoulder.

"Minister...hey, if I had told my lads ten years ago that I was going to be Lord of the Admiralty, they would have sent me to a mental hospital."

Grosso sneered twice and stopped picking at the complicated clothes on his body.

...

The two walked out of the mansion, boarded the prepared troika, and began to march towards Versailles.

Looking at the Champs Elysées gradually shrinking and disappearing in the glass, Lawrence suddenly sighed:

"To be honest, I kind of like the banquet at the Palace of Versailles."

Grosso crossed his legs, covered his mouth and yawned: "Who doesn't like the royal banquet? There's endless champagne and brandy to drink, and endless venison and butter to eat. I'm looking forward to it. This is my first time."

This is my first time attending a palace banquet."

"No, that's not what I mean." Lawrence smiled:

"Just because every time I go to the Palace of Versailles for a banquet, it brings me unparalleled good news. I hope this time will be no exception."

Grosso couldn't help laughing and joked: "According to what you said, it's your blessed place. You might as well just live there."

Lawrence leaned back and began to close his eyes to meditate, and responded casually: "Who knows for sure, maybe we will really live there in the future."

"What's so difficult about this?" Grosso said nonchalantly:

"Ask the king to give you a room. The nobles living there range from one thousand to eight hundred, and you won't be short of one."

Lawrence, who was resting with his eyes closed, did not open his eyes, but shook his head slightly and did not reply to Grosso.

Only Lawrence himself knew that what he dreamed of was more than just staying in the Palace of Versailles.
Chapter completed!