"That's fine, at least don't worry about him and me robbing women!"

Chadley breathed a sigh of relief. Downton was in power. He was in charge of one country. He was not only powerful but also handsome. He didn't think he could beat him no matter what he thought.

"Haha, Sansa is deflated this time!"

"Due!"

"Did you see it? She blushed, just like a turkey!"

There are also some girls in the team. For Downton, there are not so many complaints. Their hostility has concentrated on Sansa. The men are all around her and they are very attentive. They are not jealous and strange. Although they offend others, But this does not prevent them from whispering ridicule, little self-satisfaction.

"Damn little bastard, **** Downton, how do you teach your children!"

Listening to these taunts, Sansa could not help hanging Downton.

As the stars were covered with stars, the campfire dinner began.

These noble children have always been used to it, even when they go out, they also bring the chef, so the wine is sweet and the delicacies are fragrant, so that the entire temporary camp is suddenly quiet in the atmosphere of joy.

"Come, sit here!"

Sansa went to Chadley himself and invited him to sit beside him. As for Downton and Rosicky, they were completely ignored.

"Thank you for saving me!"

After Sansa thanked her again, she lifted a glass full of wine and gestured to the crowd around him, "Let us, let's drink to the bravery of His Royal Highness Chadley."

"Cheers!"

There was cheers, and the nobles would still give Sansa their face, so they sipped.

"Princess Miu praised!"

Chadley's face was flushed with excitement, and the hand holding the glass was trembling, so that some liquor was spilled.

While in Billier, he was also the focus of attention at various banquets, because of his princehood. But this time it was different, and it was not the nobles and big businessmen here, but the royal members of various countries and the children of the ministers.

Chadley wanted to tell Sansa that although he had contributed himself and died a few men, it was Downton and his team that really contributed. But this glory made him reluctant to speak and wanted to be more immersed in it.

Almost instinctively, Chadley turned to Downton, fearing that he would tell the truth of the day and swept his face.

Downton gestured with a toast and gave Chadley a cheering look before continuing to talk to Rosicky.

"Sorry!"

Chadley blamed himself, Downton was not invited. The sitting position is very far behind, where the atmosphere is deserted, in stark contrast to the campfire banquet.

"Enjoy this night, it belongs to you!"

Sansa deliberately bowed her head, approaching Chadley and whispering in front of her.

"This also belongs to you!"

Chadley tried to keep the perfect etiquette, not to let himself show the villain's expression of satisfaction, Sansha's action just now made him think that the princess had a good impression on him. As everyone knows, Sansa is deliberately provoking the incident and using him to test these nobles.

There are numerous banquets attended by this group of nobles. Because of the relationship between identity and status, every banquet will naturally have a central figure, and Princess Sansa from the Principality of Winter is naturally the focus of attention, so people close to him will naturally attract the most. look.

"Billy's prince of miscellaneous fish. Wait and see, I'll let him deflate for a while!"

Some hostile eyes fell on Chadley. The men were all standing on the same starting line. Facing him with a clear relationship with Sansa, he was naturally not good. Make him ugly and make the princess hate him, so he is embarrassed to pursue the princess again.

With the hot atmosphere, some people began to compete. In addition to the guards, there are also noble children. This is not a duel, there will be no casualties, so this is undoubtedly the best opportunity to display.

"how do you feel?"

Rosicky teased. Downton's terrible desert is totally another world.

"It turns out that nobles are like ordinary people, there are small circles!"

Downton sighed. When he first entered the post office, he was saddened by the old postmen's hostility. In order to tuition, he stunned his teeth and carried it over. He did not expect to be an aristocrat and would have to experience it again.

"Of course, if you want to confuse yourself in a high society, or you have a very strong background, or you will be outspoken and chattering, like you are silently hiding in the corner to be cold and tall, except that it makes you stupid. Other than that, there is no harvest!"

Rosicky looked at the stratagem over there, with some emotion, "Did you know? Some people will pay a big price in order to get an invitation to attend the high-end banquet, but see the middle-aged man who nodded and smiled. ? That's the norm!"

In addition to middle-aged people, there are many similar characters. They don't care about hedonism, but they are running around and making as many friends as possible.

"For them, the worst thing is not having money to give gifts, but holding a lot of money, but can't find a way."

Rosicky said this, to make Downton understand that to be a noble, he must bring a mask to actively integrate.

"You can't even squeeze in the circle of royal members of these third-rate countries, and the second-rate ones will not look at you."

Homer finally spoke, in the aristocratic circle, the rank is more distinct, and sometimes you may even offend someone even if you walk half a position before others.

"Downton is a fifth order scepter, better than all of them!"

Juliet was not convinced.

Rosicky and Homer couldn't help laughing.

"You're really naive." Madeleine leaned over. "The nobles will talk and scan the other person's chest without any trace at first glance."

"why?"

Walnut puzzled.

"Because of the family crest worn, that is a person's pass, not to mention the royal family of the nine empires, it is Downton wearing the badge of a wealthy man. Even if he hides in the toilet, someone will come together to offer his diligence."

Madeleine explained, glanced at Downton's wine glass, and immediately cried out, "It's awful, you actually drink it!"

"Ah, elder brother, why don't you wear a badge on your chest?" Walnut puzzled. "You have it too!"

"I didn't stop you again?"

Downton rolled his eyes and concealed the bitterness in his heart. The badge was not the same as the battle flag. The battle flag can be embroidered, but the family crest represents a family's heritage. Even if Downton polishes one with the most expensive star diamond, no one will add his eyes, but treat him as a laughing stock.

A family crest is the essence of a family!

Uh!

Madeleine poured out the red wine. He walked to the wine barrel beside him, unscrewed the deer-shaped hose, and received a full glass.

Goo! Goo!

Even if the head of the elder sister raised her head and slammed in one breath, it did not show the slightest rough breath, but the bold and atmospheric atmosphere could not be added.

"This woman is definitely not simple!"

Rosicky narrowed his eyes and looked at Madeleine carefully.

"Delicious!"

Madeleine wiped her lips with the back of her hand, peeled off a few toffees and threw them into the glass, shouting towards the members. "Come here, there is fine wine here!"

"where?"

"How delicious is it?"

"A tribute?"

The members of the opera troupe came over hahaha, Downton had no aristocratic shelf, so everyone could let it go.

"I'll share the wine!"

With a glass of wine in his mouth, Walnut moved the barrel to the table.

The hose opened, and as Yin Hong's liquor flowed out, a sweet smell immediately filled.

"Wow, so fragrant!"

Several drunkards called out.

"Hey. Let let!"

A girl walked past Downton and stabbed with her elbow.

Downton made a sorry gesture. Retreated.

Rosicky and Madeleine both gave a thumbs up, and what they admired most was Downton's generosity and modesty.

"It's delicious, what is this wine called?"

An alcoholic handed the glass to the little walnut again.

"Drink slowly, do you think this is boiled water?" Madeleine scolded. "This is a triumphant wine, a tribute made by elves, but it is not available on the market!"

"what?"

The drunkard was startled and his outstretched hand froze.

"Hold it!" Little Walnut hurriedly shoved the wine glass over and shouted. "next!"

"Head, don't scare me!"

The drunkard smiled bitterly.

"What are you doing? You insist on a price, such a cup, at least tens of thousands of gold coins!" Madeleine quipped, "Let you go to the pub to sell yourself, at least five years to pay it back!"

"He looks like this, even ogres aren't interested in him!" Pippen continued, and then shouted, "Come on, everyone toast, let us wish Lord Downton what he wants to do!"

"Victory wine? Really bragging!"

Sansa has been eavesdropping on the conversations of Downton and his party. Hearing these, I can't help but ridicule, a group of ignored buns, can also coax some civilians who have never seen the world to satisfy the sense of superiority.

Victory wine is a wine that only the elves can brew, and there are also in their own family, but they are all treasured in the wine cellar, and every time they go out, they will be given to the generals of the army, meaning victory.

His father was very generous, but he would not give wine to the nobles who could not get on the table, let alone a group of civilians.

"A group of rednecks!"

"It's really worth the money to mix with the opera troupe!"

"Toffee? I haven't heard of it yet, but the long sister's group is so beautiful, especially those big long legs, caught in the waist, they must be beautiful!"

The nobles despised Downton more and more, and several of them drank too much, looked at Madeleine, and looked at evil, evil, and wished to press her down immediately.

"Go, ask the price!"

The prince of Gwent got up, and a dozen nobles who were not afraid of things immediately gathered around him.

In the Western Territories, some non-influential opera groups simply cannot support themselves by performing operas, so actresses have to work part-time as prostitutes, and even some Liuying walk around in the name of the opera group, because this can save a lot of trouble.

"Hello, are you the leader? How much is a night?"

Gwent's servant and a civilian commander, too lazy to put on a hypocritical face, asked directly in a low voice.

"Your Excellency, did you drink too much?" Pippen laughed, and leaned in, "Will I serve you back?"

"Go away!"

The servant lifted his foot and was about to kick Pippen, but he thought that there was a large group of nobles watching, so he held back and yelled unswervingly, "Our Highness wants to watch the opera, quote a price?"

"If you want to perform specifically for you, one game needs 30,000 gold coins. Do you think it will start at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

The manager in the regiment pushed Pippen away and quoted the price.

"Thirty thousand yuan? It's cheap, not enough for my meal!"

"So it's the third-rate opera company that hasn't heard the name, no, maybe people are not opera companies at all."

"These women group members are pretty good, but otherwise they are really useless."

The nobles talked loudly and didn't care what the opera troupe thought.

"Okay, I will give you fifty thousand gold coins!"

The servants did not want to bargain.

"Okay, is it going to start tomorrow morning? It is too late now, and the performance will not be too good."

Management advice.

"What tomorrow is now!"

The servant frowned.

"Well, I let them prepare!"

The steward was ready to leave.

"Wait, everyone else, as long as your head, remember to let her take a bath, our head hates the smell of cheap perfume,"

The servant ordered one by one, "Perfume should have a strong fragrance. Our highness likes it. Forget it. I guess you don’t have it either. I’ll send it to you later. Go ahead and prepare?"

"what do you mean?"

The manager's complexion became ugly.

"What else do you mean, people have taken a look at our head and let her wait for her?"

Pippen complained.

As the chatter laughed down, the members glanced at Madeleine and looked at Downton again.

"Our Highness is the Prince of Gwent!"

The servant's sentence was both a pendulum and a deterrent. In his opinion, the prince spoke, and the woman must kneel and lick.

"Haha, interesting!"

Sansa smiled, if Madeleine was taken away, then Downton's face was thrown into the frozen ground of the Northland. If she was a prostitute, then he and the prostitute would become a laughingstock. Don't think about it in the aristocracy in this life. Looking up, if it were not a prostitute, Sansa was ready to conjure a rumor that his woman was sleeping by another man.

"Want to expand your contacts with Xueman? I let you be a big harlequin!"

Sansa violently, because of Downton's contempt for the Stark family, she will destroy this man, make him a dog, and beg for mercy all day long in front of herself.

Snapped!

When the servant slapped on the servant's face, the clear voice finally made the nobles notice the conflict here.

"Don't give your face a shame, I will say it again, and let your leader quickly prepare!"

The servant lost his patience~lightnovelpub.net~ In the Western Territories where slavery exists, men are prostitutes~ prostitutes, which are as common as eating and drinking, so he is not embarrassed at all.

Some male nobles gazed greedily at Madeleine's two beautiful legs wrapped in tight leather pants, and secretly swallowed saliva.

"Hey, head, get to know, I am the prince of Gwent!"

Gwent approached Madeleine and held out her hand.

"Are we familiar? Who allowed you to call me the leader?"

Madeleine frowned, and the powerful aura burst instantly.

Stared by the disdainful gaze of the head of the elder sister, Gwente shuddered, only felt a wave of excitement crawled from the tail vertebrae to the back of the spine, and poured into the brain, making him almost groan comfortably~ .

Some aristocratic aristocrats heard Madeleine's Queen's voice and wished to be stepped on her boots immediately. (To be continued...)