The newly popular waltz waves gracefully, and on the resplendent dance floor, evening dresses adorned with gold and silver threads dazzle and the well-dressed crowd moves to the waves of music. The wine and delicacies that the common people could not taste in their lifetime were piled up on long tables in gold and silver tableware, and a random silver plate or silver candlestick on the market could be worth the living expenses of the common people for ten or even decades.

For the aristocracy at the top of the social pyramid, the ruling class, the scene and atmosphere that the commoners could not experience in their lifetime were only "a little extravagant", and compared with the banquets held by the royal family, it still seemed a little shabby.

In fact, as long as there is that mind, the ball organizers and other big nobles can also hold an unprecedented event that dwarfs the royal family. It's just that in a high-class society where birth determines a qiē, then doing it is pure hatred and death, and many prominent nobles are planted in this kind of thing.

Compared to the real function of the ball, the nouveau riche style of showing off his wealth is unnecessary and will attract ridicule, as long as you make sure that it is not too shabby, and everyone naturally does not have much interest in burning money.

At the ball, apart from politeness and pretentiousness, everyone's energy did not stay too much on the exquisite food and elegant music and decorative painting appreciation, and there were more important things that needed their attention.

"It's an honor to be able to dance with Miss. ”

The middle-aged man in his thirties gently took the girl's hand, his lips rested slightly on the smooth back of his hand, and two blushes flew up on the cheeks of Miss Montrancy, who was slightly plump. Smiled politely.

"Where can I dance with a young industrialist like you, I can't ask for it. ”

After the exchange of meaty lines, the president of V.E Company and the girl who looked at the top golden beetle son-in-law coordinated their body movements with the beat of the waltz, and the eyes around them were full of envy, extreme, disdain, and mockery.

From the perspective of the concept of marriage with family interests as the only criterion, the organizer of the ball, Charlemagne, and even the world's richest man, the 3,000-carat extra-large eight-hearted-eight-arrow diamond king - Siegfried Otto Li Lin, president of the V.E consortium, can be called the best golden beetle son-in-law. Its rich family property and huge influence on the political and economic circles are all things that the nobles and nobles of all sizes cannot ignore and dream of. Although he has an adopted son who is not related by blood, he is carefully trained. This makes it difficult to obtain all these benefits, but the nobles still firmly believe that as long as their daughters marry. It won't be a few years. The name of the successor to the V.E company will be updated.

A surging love offensive and a variety of saber-rattling rivalries come at the same time, armed with precious stones, gold and silver jewelry, and the finest dresses, and the latest cosmetics, to annihilate a qiē competitor and attack Li Lin's brutal war. Erupted the moment the prom invitation was sent. It's heating up at the moment.

"Superficial woman. Superficial aristocracy. ”

Swinging the crystal wine glass, the amber glow of the botrytized wine swayed, and Brunhill raised an eyebrow. As soon as he craned his neck, the rich aroma and boring sighs rushed into the stomach pouch.

"No way, that's what the ecology of the aristocracy looks like. ”

Tyr smiled wryly, and Brunhill's words not only caused her to be shot in the knee, but also to the class that the Archons called a "vested interest" in various positions.

It's a prom, but the entertainment component is limited after all. In fact, my job exists as a part of social interaction in high society and another platform for political activities.

Political marriages, intelligence gathering, prior negotiations on new laws and decrees, choosing sides, rubbing sand on eye medicine -- the negotiations, negotiations, and conflicts of the political world are all interspersed with the reserved dance steps and love games of gentlemen and ladies. For a country, it is not a bad thing that all kinds of things that can and cannot be on the stage can be achieved smoothly under the lubrication of waltz music.

Similarly, the café in the building of the Yalfheim Senate, the salon of the Liberal Union, has a similar function.

"If the ceremonial balls are stopped on a regular basis, the state will not be able to function smoothly - this can only be said to be the system of human society and the aristocracy, the dominant class, which is not lightly ill, right?"

Brunhill smiled, and Tyre was a little drunk in front of the smile illuminated by the magic spotlights in the state-class box.

Indeed, the elves who have experienced the whole process of the establishment, exploration, and maturity of the Alfheim political system, and have become accustomed to that set of rules of the game, in the eyes of humans and orcs, are really backward.

It is also dominated by a small number of elites, because the interests are different and there are factions within the Zài, and there is internal competition within the Zài. However, human society lacks a sufficient number of well-educated and responsible technocrats, a system that can sort out the contradictions of various social strata, a central government that has absolute authority over all the grassroots units in its territory - every village, every street, every community - and, above all, a wise leader with sufficient competence and skill. This makes the elves, who are accustomed to "enlightened autocracy" and "superhuman philosophy", completely ignore the human social system.

To sum it up in a sentence that makes the rulers of mankind extremely unhappy: this must be a problem of the system!

"Even conservative tea parties and liberal salons are more serious than that. ”

The afterglow caught a glimpse of the girl in the center of the dance floor scolding Li Lin, and Brunhill grumbled and poured another glass of wine.

"I think that young lady is really desperate. ”

"Oh?"

"I heard that the Count of Montrancy has not had a good time lately, and the Prime Minister has had enough patience with the navy that exists in name only under his control, and just yesterday he rebuked the admiral in front of the king and many ministers. ”

The prime minister was not a tolerant man, and the rebuke was followed by something that could make Charlemagne's aristocrats shudder just by imagining.

Therefore, choosing to show favor to V.E, hoping to use the signboard of "V.E. President's father-in-law" to make the prime minister cast a mouse, save his power and life, and still think about getting a windfall?

Brunhill, who understood the meaning of the words, looked at Miss Montrancy again, and the face that seemed to be happy and intoxicated was seamless, but the hollowness in the eyes could not be hidden from Brunhill, who was also a woman.

"I heard that the young lady has the appearance of a childhood sweetheart. ”

Tyr added lightly.

Brunhill took a sip of wine and let out a long exhale.

In the final analysis, the glamorous and decent life on weekdays must be maintained at a corresponding price, and since there are hungry and cold people, the noble people have to pay corresponding responsibilities and obligations.

Born as the daughter of a noble family, well-fed and dressed, learning etiquette, living a pampered life, and taking care of the flowers and moons, all in order to one day dedicate their bodies for the interests of the family or for political purposes, and the strange man who has no feelings at all - just a prop that was born for this purpose and then carefully prepared.

His lips parted, and words of pity poured out.

"Really, it's a matter of putting my life on the line. (To be continued......)

PS: Guess the small theater

Li Lin: Oh, oh, I haven't been here for a long time!

Nidhogg: Today's question 1.Where did the stalk that shot a large number of weapons from the vortex come from? (Hint: A certain gold pickup with a cup of war killed the Emperor after killing countless lucky E's with a vibrator.) Question 2: What is the origin of Baron Gilles de Rice?