What is noble?

　　 In the rumors, nobility is a self-defeating education, omniscient wisdom, inexhaustible wealth, indomitable power, or innate identity...

　　 In short, nobility is the entire pursuit of the upper class. This was once Miss Emily’s cognition of the entire world.

　　 Then she met Siegfried and her cognition instantly collapsed.

　　What is noble?

　　 Calm as a pool, gentle as water, arrogant, not anger or prestige.

　　 When he stood there, the world diverged centered on him. When he said something, there would never be any evil thoughts in his heart.

　　He is the only one, the center, the endorsement of God walking in the world, and the collection of all goodness and beauty from the ages to the present.

　　He is noble.

　　Miss Emily’s heart beats unwillingly, her small face flushes unwillingly, and her soul unwillingly floats away. Looking down at the end of the world, there is still only one picture.

　　 Siegfried held her.

　　The so-called gentleman, he is improperly holding the waist of the lady who meets for the first time, but what Miss Emily can feel is the noble support and support, and there is no mixed male and female evil thoughts.

　　 In this way, he took her out of the dangerous confrontation zone, and returned to the end of the grassy **** where he started.

　　As soon as the footsteps stopped, Miss Emily returned home. She was so shy, reserved, and hesitant, all kinds of emotions filled her with all kinds of emotions.

　　 "Na... Mr. Narlo..."

　　 Yacharin smiled and nodded in response: "Am I abrupt, Aini? Shouldn't I just hold you like this?"

　　 "No...not..."

　　 "Does that like it? Or is it frightened and weak? I won't let go, you can also lean on me."

　　 Miss Emily flushed with shame: "No...nor..."

　　Acharin made it clear, stretched out his hand, caught Miss Emily's clenched fist, and gently covered her waist.

　　 "Let's do it, Aini. I'll leave the decision to you. You don't need to tell me when my legs and feet regain strength, okay?"

　　What a gentle person!

　　Miss Emily felt her soul float up again, her body completely lost her grasp, she nodded herself, and squeezed out an "um" from deep in her throat.

　　 What am I doing!

　　 The embarrassed young lady was full of heart, and she didn't notice that Acharin had moved away from her sight, and the expression on her face changed from gentle to solemn.

　　 "Whether a man or a woman, reputation is the most vital treasure in their soul."

　　 He announced loudly like a preacher, his figure was like a javelin, and the majesty that could not be blasphemy rose to the sky, and immediately shook Miss Emily back to reality.

　　 "If anyone steals my purse, he is just stealing some waste, some illusory illusions. They have been transferred from my hands to his hands, and they have also been slaves to thousands of people."

　　 "But whoever stole my reputation, then although he is not rich because of it, I will become abject poverty because of losing it."

　　 "Mr. Officer, it is your sin to frame me for theft. Stupid sins may be forgiven, and slander and jealousy cannot be forgiven lightly!"

　　 "The price!"

　　 Ya Charin shouted loudly, and Lorraine, who had been watching the show for a long time, drew out the long knife from his waist.

　　 "Are you going to bear the price alone, betting on my life with the leader of my guard, or hiding in the crowd like a coward and letting these incompetent sergeants die for you?"

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

　　 "Choose!" Lorraine snapped, teaching on the spot.

　　 "Choose!" A group of guards who don't speak French at all are now learning and selling.

　　 Zirned's face was green.

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

Why?

　　 He didn't understand.

Under the threat of death, his mind has not become sharper. He still does not know why the situation has developed so far, nor does he know how to remedy it without dignity. Even if it is a dream now, he cannot be 100% true. Sure……

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

　　 Death... is the end of the dream?

　　 Zirned giggled without warning.

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

　　 "Forgive...forgive."

　　 "Huh?" Acharin and Zirned were surprised at the same time.

"Forgive...Mr. Narlo." Miss Emily buried herself in Acharin's chest, mustered her 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 a welcome banquet will be held for him at home tonight. If he died here..."

　　 "I didn't expect..." Yacharin hesitated for a moment with a squeeze expression, "If he dies, you will be blamed by your father, right?"

"Yes……"

　　 "In that case... Ai Ni, are you hungry?"

　　 "Those sailors can't shoot seabirds, and the reckless captain doesn't want to eat bread..."

"Poor child." Yacharin loosened Miss Emily's waist, held her shoulders, and gently kissed her forehead through the veil, "Then eat it with me, although only some simple dishes, But at least the wine is not bad."

　　 Miss Emily blinked her eyes in a daze: "Mr. Narlo, about the crime of Mr. Captain..."

　　 "Major, please have a meal together." Acharin Yun smiled lightly, and suddenly and affectionately scratched the tip of Miss Emily's nose, "The Lord sent an angel to redeem you, I only hope you can learn to be pious."

　　……

　　 The sun rises and the moon rises, and it turns into the night in a blink of an eye.

　　 Le Lorraine was full of voices, the luxurious carriages flowed endlessly, and the rare nobles in the past drove through the streets in groups of three or five and drove to the same place.

　　 Tonight, the regional speaker, Sir Prio, will host a formal welcome dinner for the captain of the defense fleet frigate Major Zirned at his home.

　　 This is a flourishing age.

　　 The host of the banquet, Sir Prio, is the richest man in Le Lorraine. The family controls 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 are the handsome and romantic navy heroes who are known throughout the Caribbean. Not only are they unparalleled in popularity, they are also the most comprehensively evaluated young officers of the entire French colonial fleet.

Le Lolandi is located on the Atlantic Ocean, and the gentlemen in the town rely on the defense fleet a lot, 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 the local celebrities, it is a social An uncompromising victory on the court.

　　 What's more, it is rumored in the circle that tonight is still a more noble figure's debut at Le Lorraine's banquet.

　　 Although for security and other reasons, the person who pushed down the position of the guest of honor will also hide his true identity, but because of this, the celebrities are excited.

There are few people who know that existence, who knows who will accompany him, and there is no one in a hundred who can find him in the vast banquet. Once successful, it may mean an exclusive social life that lasts all night. .

　　 How much profit can this experience create for the family?

　　 The gentlemen thought excitedly, talked, laughed, and looked forward to it. The atmosphere of the banquet had already reached its first climax before the real opening...

　　 On the other side, inside the mansion.

　　Ms. Emily was wearing a beige whalebone corset, holding her chin, and was dazed in front of the large dressing table.

　　 Mrs. Prio and her sister came together, and the laughter and laughter were clearly spread before they even started.

　　 "Aini, let us see how beautiful is the heroine tonight?"

　　 Miss Emily turned her head blankly, took a look, twisted her neck back, and sighed deeply.

Madam 　　 couldn't help but stunned for a moment: "Aini, I heard that you are a little bit ungrateful since you came back from the hunt today. Isn't it... the hunt is not going well?"

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

　　 "The best?" The elder sister showed a clear smile, "Mother, it looks like Aini is in love!"

"Is it in love?" Mrs. Prio was so excited that she couldn't help herself. "Sure enough, as expected, Captain Zirned is as gentle and considerate as rumored. It was the first time we met, and Aini fell in. Love the river!"

　　 "Captain?" Miss Emily recalled Zirned's poor performance during the day, and pouted uninterestingly, "He's not bad, probably, the women who have never seen the world in the interior probably can't resist his charm."

　　 Madam and eldest sister only then heard something wrong.

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

"We just happened to meet..." Miss Emily fell into a happy recollection. "He came to Le Lorrain to visit the elders. He also happened to go to the tidal flat today, and because of a coincidence, he invited me and the captain to enjoy it. Simple Chinese food."

"Ah! Simple is what he said, obviously too luxurious. There are authentic French cuisine cooked on-site, simplified into nine-course dining order, and the father entertains the VIPs. It is the same as the father's hospitality~lightnovelpub.net~Mother, it turns out to be authentic Is there thirteen dishes of French cuisine?"

Mrs. Prio frowned and thought for a long time: "I seem to have heard from my girlfriends that only the most exquisite nobles still retain the habit of thirteen meals. The main reason is that there are too few chefs who can cook authentic French meals. There are only a few Nicks, mostly in Fort-de-France..."

　　 "No wonder he is not satisfied. Although he has always been very gentle, he said three times that it is simple and that only the wine is not bad."

　　 "What kind of wine?"

"The liqueur is fresh, the champagne is Pinot Noir, and the dry red is Porto... Mother, do you know? It turns out that Porto from the Louis XIV period has the best taste, but unfortunately, we only have Louis XIII today. Fortunately, champagne was the top wine in the fifteenth period. If it were not, he would blame himself even more."

　　Miss Emily throws bombs one by one unintentionally, the wife can't hear her tongue at all, and the eldest sister has already been dumbfounded by the side.

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

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

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

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

　　 "Siegfried Nallo...Zig von Nallo..." Madam took a deep breath, "Aini, I want to tell you a secret about the real guest of honor at the banquet tonight..."