The clock pointed to nine o'clock, and the ball began.

A middle-aged man dressed neatly combed and slightly gray in brown, dressed in a palace-style embroidered gown with a blue ribbon, looked very personable and walked into the hall unhurriedly, judging by the reactions of those around him, this should be Matilda's father, Mr. Viscount Diliion, the heir of the current Count of the Seals.

Miss Julie, whom Charles had just seen, walked in with her father's right hand.

After reaching the end of the hall, he turned around and looked at all the guests with a smile. The handsomeness of the Dillieon family, combined with this most common formatted smile at court, gives people an indescribable sense of ease.

"I can't thank you enough to be able to attend my daughter's birthday ball today. However, at this time, I also have some feelings, I really didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, my daughter is already twenty years old, and I am already an old man......"

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and the guests laughed amusefully.

"All of you who came here today are young men and ladies from France, which really makes me feel the vitality I haven't seen for a long time! Think I've been so young......"

Everyone laughed again.

"It's rare for you young people to gather together, so naturally you have a lot to say, so I won't say more, so as not to delay everyone's precious time." Then he turned to look at his daughter, who was standing next to him.

Miss Julie, still a little distraught, reacted after a moment, and then looked at the guests with a reluctant smile.

"Thank you all for coming to my birthday ball, so let's get started!"

The performance of the master of the dance party stunned everyone for a moment, and there was a brief cold scene, but everyone accepted it as "after all, I was excited". Then, the viscount nodded politely at his daughter, and left the hall, and the ball officially began.

Charles was not a fan of dancing, and when the ball began, he sat with his sister and Miss Léorang, eating snacks and watching others dance.

After a while, Charles noticed that Miss Léolang's face was a little red, and she looked like she wanted to speak.

Charles was about to ask her if there was anything wrong with her when Fran suddenly kicked Charles hard under the table.

In pain, Charles looked at Fran, but was looked back by Fran with disgust, his eyes were full of "Why don't you know how to be interesting, do you have to say it yourself?" Cross-examination.

Charles suddenly realized, and then looked at Mary with a smile.

"Miss Leolan, shall I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

"Of course, sir." Miss Leolan's face grew redder.

Just as one dance had ended, and the next one was about to begin, Charles reached forward, and Mary lowered her head and held out her hand for Charles to lead to the makeshift dance floor in the center of the hall.

As he was about to start, Charles complimented his partner. "You're glorious and intoxicating today."

"Really?"

Mary is wearing a white gauze dress with a rosy ribbon and a pair of small pink dancing shoes today. It can be seen that she has dressed up for the ball. She smiled with joy on her face, as if she had forgotten her shyness, and looked up at Charles.

"Really." Charles replied sincerely, while controlling his desire to touch his blond hair.

"Xiexie, teacher." Mary lowered her head again.

Ever since she started learning to play chess with Charles, she has often addressed Charles like this, which makes Charles laugh and cry.

This is a mazurka dance, in which Charles and Mary hold hands and slowly whirl along the edge of the circular dance floor.

Circumnavigating the Charles, Mary turned lightly and gracefully, sometimes stopping on Charles' right hand and sometimes on her left, and in the bright hall, the lights and jewels shone brightly, making her even more gorgeous.

Finally, when the dance was over, Charles bowed to Mary, who curtsied.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"What a jump, Mr. Treville!"

Charles suddenly noticed that Matilda had walked up to her at some point, and she was still pulling her sister beside her.

"Thanks for the compliment." Charles replied calmly.

Matilda suddenly turned to look at Julie. "Sister, why don't you dance too? You're the protagonist tonight, but you haven't danced a dance today...... The next song is a waltz, why don't you dance with Mr. Treville? ”

"Forget it today, I'm a little unwell......," Julie replied hesitantly, unable to hide the nervousness on her face.

Charles was a little embarrassed, and then prepared to take his leave.

Suddenly, he noticed that his gaze had swept over him again, and his gaze was getting tighter.

"Since you're not feeling well, it's better to rest early." Charles quietly suggested to Julie, then took Mary's hand and walked back.

"You guys just danced so beautifully!" Fran smiled and looked at the two who returned, "Mary, are you tired?" Let's have a drink. ”

The two of them sat down for a drink, and Charles felt the sight there.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Charles decided to stay quiet, and then confessed to his sister and Mary, claiming that he was going to the bathroom.

As he walked out of the hall, he could feel the other's gaze sweeping over him from time to time.

Who is it? He searched his mind carefully, only to find that he didn't know each other at all.

Was it a misunderstanding, he recognized the wrong person? Or is it ...... Is it someone from the government?

Charles had many thoughts spinning through his mind at the moment, none of which could reassure him.

After exiting the mansion, he carefully looked behind him and saw that no one was following. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that he was not a spy of the government, at least not against himself.

Still, even so, there was still a trace of unease in Charles's heart.

After a few moments, Charles returned to the hall, only to find that the young man had just walked out. His eyes tightened at the sight of Charles, who had observed them even though the movements were small, and he walked out of the hall as if nothing had happened.

The remaining uneasiness made Charles dare not slack off, and he slowly paced to Matilda, who was still entertaining the guests.

He asked, pointing to the man who had just walked out. "Miss, who is this?"

"That person? I received him at the door today, he was Viscount Brerell......" Matilda said his name, and then thought about it again, "his father was a diplomat, and he took him around Europe, and later passed away leaving him an inheritance. He later entered the army, appears to have served in Algeria, and only recently returned. ”

"Viscount Burrell?" Charles was stunned, "Are you sure?!" ”

"Huh? This is the invitation he brought," replied Matilda, "and my memory is not so bad. ”

"No, he is definitely not Viscount Brerell," Charles replied firmly, "Viscount Brerell had briefly studied at Henry IV Secondary School for a while, and I had met him. ”

"Maybe he's changed in a few years?" Matilda asked.

"No, it can't be so big," replied Charles, "I am very impressed with him, and you may not know that in the school I have a friend named Albert de Foa Gray, who once had a big quarrel with Viscount Berel at that time over some trivial matter, and Zuihou was so loud that it was about to duel, and I was a witness to Albert, and I saw with my own eyes that Albert grazed his head and gave him a small wound in the earlobe, and today this man has such a good head!" ”

"Could it be...... Is it ......?"

Matilda's eyes widened, and then her breathing suddenly became rapid, and she inhaled heavily.

Wouldn't it, such a big reaction? Charles was a little surprised, Matilda had always given herself the impression of being relatively calm, but she didn't expect to be so out of shape.

"Could it be...... Don't...... It's him? Matilda's eyes were constantly changing, and her expression was mixed, with nervousness, anxiety, and even a hint of anger. This guy actually dared to come...... Damn it...... Damn it...... Sister! Sister! ”

She suddenly shouted.

Then she glanced down the hall, only to find that her sister was not in the hall either. "Damn! When did you run out? They can do it! ”

She cursed quietly, then ran out of the hall.

"What's wrong with you?" Charles was a little surprised.

"I hope it doesn't happen, my father looks at my sister very closely, and if I see him, I'm afraid it will really happen...... Damn it! I'm going to stop ......," Matilda muttered to herself, not knowing if she was answering Charles's question, "I hope it's still too late!" ”

However, at this moment, a loud noise came from outside. Then there was another girl's scream.

It's gunshots! Charles judged immediately. Also, the screams are the eldest lady of the Diliion family!

The others also judged it, and a burst of exclamations rang out.

"Damn it!" Matilda cursed again, and ran straight out of the hall.

The guests who heard the gunshots panicked, and the order of the ball suddenly collapsed, and no one danced anymore, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief, and then found that there was no one from the host's family in the hall.

Whispers rang out from everywhere.

It wasn't until a moment later that a middle-aged man who looked like a butler walked in, his face full of apologetic smiles. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry, just now when the master was cleaning up the collection, he accidentally misfired the gun......"

A small exclamation.

"Fortunately, no one was hurt at the time, but ......," continued the butler, "Mademoiselle has been frightened, and she was already a little unwell, and now she needs to rest even more. Please don't mind and continue to enjoy the dinner......"

How could you not mind?

Also, this kind of explanation, no matter how you look at it, is there something wrong?

Suspicious and worried, the guests offered to take their leave, but the butler did not stop them, saying sorry and letting them go.

Fran and Mary also walked up to Charles, and Fran whispered, "Brother, let's go back, I thought it was a little strange at first......"

Charles also felt that this place was not suitable for long, and he nodded.

Probably tomorrow, this will be big news, he thought to himself.