What is nobility?

In rumors, nobility is a kind of education that makes people feel ashamed of, omniscient wisdom, inexhaustible wealth, power that stands tall, or an innate identity...

In short, nobility is the entire pursuit of the upper class, which was Miss Emily's perception of the entire world.

Then she met Ziegfee, and her cognition collapsed instantly.

What is nobility?

Calm as a pool, gentle as water, look down on everything, and be powerful without anger.

When he stood there, the heaven and earth were centered on him. When he spoke, he would never have any evil thoughts to contradict him.

He is the only, the center, the endorsement of God's walking on earth, and the collection of all good and beauty from ancient times to the present.

He is noble.

Miss Emily's heart was beating unyieldingly, her little face was flushed unyieldingly, and her soul was flying away unyieldingly. Looking down from the end of the world, there was still only the only picture.

Ziegfee hugged her.

The so-called gentleman is obviously holding the waist of a lady who was meeting for the first time inappropriately, but Miss Emily can feel only noble support and support, without mixing the evil thoughts of men and women.

He took her out of the dangerous confrontation area and returned to the end of the grass slope he started.

As soon as Miss Emily stopped, she was full of shyness, reserve, confusion, and various emotions.

"Narló…Mr. Narló…"

Yacharin nodded with a smile and responded: "Are I abrupt? Aini? Shouldn't you just hold you like this?"

"No...No..."

"Do you like that? Or are you frightened and weak? I won't let go, you can lean on me."

Miss Emily blushed with shame: “No…not…not…”

Yacharin exuded his aphrodisiac, reached out and grabbed Miss Emily's clenched fist and gently covered her waist-hugging hand.

"So that, Aini. I'll give you the right to decide. When your legs and feet recover, you don't have to tell me, okay?"

What a gentle person!

Miss Emily felt her soul float up again, her body completely lost control, she nodded and gently squeezed out a "hmm" sound from the depths of her throat.

What am I um!

The shy lady was distracted and didn't notice that Yacharin had turned away from her eyes, and the expression on her face also turned gentle and solemn in a flash.

"Whether men or women, reputation is the most personal treasure in their souls."

He declared like a preaching voice, his body was like a javelin, and his majesty that could not be desecrated soared into the sky, and immediately shook Miss Emily back into reality.

"If anyone steals my money bag, he will only steal some waste and some illusion of nothingness. They are transferred from my hands to his hands, and have also been slaves to millions of people."

"But who steals my reputation, even though he is not rich because of this, I will become extremely poor because of losing it."

"Mr. Officer, it is your sin to falsely accus me of stealing. Fooling sins may be forgiven, and slander and jealousy cannot be spared!"

"cost!"

Yacharin shouted, and Lorraine, who had watched the play for a long time, pulled out the long knife from her waist with a clang.

"Are you taking the price alone, fighting your life with my escort leader, or hiding into the crowd like a coward, letting these incompetent soldiers die for you?"

"Choose!" He ended his speech with the strongest pause.

"Select!" Lorraine bit the sound and taught on-site.

"Choose!" A group of guards who cannot speak French at all learn and sell, and their voices are buoyant.

Zirned's face turned pale.

He is a proud man and an excellent soldier. He has never suffered defeat in love or battlefield, but this time, he seems to be destined to be defeated.

Why?

He couldn't figure it out.

Under the threat of death, his mind did not become sharper. He still does not know why the situation will develop, nor does he know how to remedy it without decently. Even if it is a dream or a reality now, it cannot be 100% certain...

Perhaps when the lead bullet penetrates his chest, he will scream and sit up from a lady's bed, just like the end of every nightmare?

Death...is the end of the dream?

Zirned smiled foolishly without warning, the more she laughed, the more she laughed, the louder she laughed.

Just as he was about to laugh and die, he suddenly heard Miss Emily's timid voice.

“Give me…forgive me.”

"Hmm?" Yacharin and Zirned were both surprised.

"Forgive me...Mr. Narlo." Miss Emily buried herself in Acharin's chest, plucked up the courage and pleaded softly, "Mr. Captain offended you, you have countless reasons to execute him. But...but he is my father's distinguished guest, and the family will hold a welcome banquet for him tonight. If he dies here..."

"I didn't expect..." Yacharin hesitated for a moment, "If he died, you would be blamed by his father, right?"

"yes……"

"Since that's the case...Ani, are you hungry?"

"Those sailors could not shoot seabirds, and the reckless captain was unwilling to eat bread..."

"Poor child." Yacharin let go of Miss Emily's waist, held her shoulders, and kissed her gently through the veil, "Then let me eat it. Although it is only a bit of a simple dish, at least the wine is pretty good."

Miss Emily blinked in confusion: "Mr. Narlo, about the sin of the Captain..."

"Major, please have a meal together." Yacharinyun smiled lightly and suddenly slapped Miss Emily's nose intimately, "The Lord sent the angels to save you, and I only hope that you can learn piety."

...

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the night comes in a blink of an eye.

Le Lolan is crowded with people, and the luxurious carriages are flowing endlessly. The rare nobles who were rare in the past traveled through the streets and alleys in groups and drove to the same place.

Tonight, Regional Speaker Sir Prio will hold a formal welcome dinner for Major Zirned, the captain of the Frigate frigate, at his home.

This is a prosperous era.

The owner of the banquet, Sir Prio, was the richest man in Le Loran. His family controlled the three most fertile plantations in the town, with a total area of ​​more than 2,000 acres and raising more than 1,000 black slaves.

The guests at the banquet were famous for their handsomeness and elegance in the entire Caribbean. They were not only unparalleled in popularity, but also one of the top young officers in the entire French colonial fleet.

Le Loland is on the banks of the Atlantic Ocean, and the gentlemen in the town rely on a lot of defense fleets, so this banquet is of great significance. Whether it is the host or the guest, any relationship with one of them can be further improved, for local celebrities, it is an absolute and huge victory in the social field.

What's more, it is said that tonight that a more noble figure made his debut at Le Lolan's banquet.

Although the person who turned down the position of the guest of honor would also hide his true identity because of security and other reasons, the celebrities were excited.

There are very few people who know that existence, and who knows who he is with, and there is no one who can find him in the vast banquet. Once successful, it may mean an exclusive social interaction that lasts all night.

How much profit can this experience create for the family?

The gentlemen thought excitedly, talked freely, laughed, and looked forward to the atmosphere of the banquet. The atmosphere of the banquet reached its first climax before the actual opening...

On the other side, inside the mansion.

Miss Emily was wearing a beige whale bone tunic and holding her chin, and was stunned in front of the wide dressing table.

Mrs. Prio and her sister came together, and the laughter and joy were clearly conveyed before they could even begin.

"Ani, let's see how beautiful and charming the heroine tonight is?"

Miss Emily turned her head blankly, glanced at her, twisted her neck back, and sighed deeply.

The lady couldn't help but be stunned: "Ani, I heard that you have been a little confused since you came back from hunting today. Could it be... the hunting is not going well?"

"No, Mother, today is the best date of my life."

"The best?" The eldest sister smiled suddenly, "Mother, it seems that Aini is in love!"

"Is it in love?" Mrs. Prio was so excited that she couldn't bear to herself. "Sure enough, Captain Zirned was indeed as gentle and considerate as rumored. It was obviously the first time we met, but Ainie fell in love!"

"Captain?" Miss Emily recalled Zierned's poor performance during the day and pouted boredly, "He is good, probably, those women in the inland who have never seen the world may not be able to resist his charm."

Only then did the wife and elder sister realize that it was inappropriate.

"What? There is a third person on today's date?"

"We just happened to meet..." Miss Emily fell into happy memories. "He came to Le Loran to visit his elders. He happened to go to the mudflat today. By chance, he invited me and the captain to enjoy simple Chinese food."

"Ah! He said it was simple, it was too luxurious. There was an authentic French cuisine cooked on site, which was simplified into nine-course meal order, just like my father's hospitality with VIPs. Mother, does there be thirteen authentic French cuisine?"

Mrs. Prio frowned and thought for a long time: "I seem to have heard from my best friend that only the most particular nobles still retain the habit of thirteen meals. The main reason is that there are too few chefs who can cook authentic French food, and there are only a few Martiniques, most of which are concentrated in Fort France..."

"No wonder, he is not very satisfied. Although he has always been very gentle, he said it three times in a simple way, and said that only the wine is still pretty good."

“What kind of wine?”

"Liqueur is made of freshly, champagne is Pinot Noir, and dry red is Porto... Mother, do you know? It turns out that Porto tastes the best during the Louis XIV period, but unfortunately, we only have Louis XIII today. Fortunately, champagne was the top wine in the 15th period. If it weren't for this, he would blame himself even more."

Miss Emily threw bombs unintentionally, and the lady was speechless, and the eldest sister was already stunned by the side.

"You just said, is this a light meal for an outing?"

"Yes, freshly picked, the berry bread baked on site is so delicious. The sugar-free fresh sauce is completely different from the jam at home!"

"He...Ani, do you know his...that's name?"

"Mr. Narlo? He said that his name is Ziegfe, which is a beautiful name, beautiful and noble."

"Zigfe Narlo...Zigfe Narlo..." The lady took a deep breath, "Ani, I want to tell you a secret about the real guest of honor for tonight's banquet..."
Chapter completed!