Even the most inconspicuous qualities will penetrate into the bone marrow along the skin and flesh little by little over time.
Agnes shook the wine glass in her hand casually. The golden wine shone under the light of the candlelight. The fine bubbles attached to the wall of the glass burst in the vibration of the wine, and then re-formed the next moment.
Just like even though she was never keen on banquets in Feneport City, she even got a "Miss Philosopher" in the social circle of Feneport City because of her intentional role, which was not considered a positive meaning in the perception of the nobles. ” reputation, but some behaviors are still subconscious for her.
Only at this moment did Agnes remember that it had only been more than three months since she left the city of Feneport. Although in terms of her own feelings about the scale of her life, all the experiences she had experienced in these three months had gone far. More than her fourteen years at Feneport combined.
Agnes glanced at the people around her and smiled at the young man who showed himself like a peacock.
"It's very interesting." Agnes put on the most decent smile on her lips, "You are an undoubtedly knowledgeable gentleman."
Then, before the somewhat proud young man spoke again, she raised her head and glanced at the box above with a small but enough movement for the other party to see.
"I'm sorry," Agnes casually placed the drink she hadn't taken a sip on the tray in the waiter's hand, with a sincere apology in her tone, "but please forgive me for being rude, my companion seems to have something." Things have to be said to me.”
Agnes didn't pay attention to the anger hidden in the young man's eyes after her words, as well as the somewhat stiff farewell words after being held down by Capas, who was dressed as an entourage. She left the banquet hall and returned to the box.
"I thought Miss Boethia was addicted to this extravagant and sweet, seductive and expensive banquet and couldn't help herself." Anderson said in a deliberately aria-like tone.
"This kind of banquet is very boring," Agnes casually threw the feather fan that she had handed down on the table. "But it is undeniable that if you want to know some specific news, it is best to meet some people at this kind of banquet. Communication is the most convenient.”
"As can be inferred from the words of these so-called superiors, the more detailed time period here is very interesting." Agnes unashamedly took off her bustle with the help of Capas , unbuttoned his waist, revealing the straight trousers underneath, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Emperor Roselle's improvement in women's clothing was truly a blessing. Agnes casually threw the clothes she took off in the corner.
"I saw some information in the written materials that I can find here," Edwina nodded and said, "Nearly thirty years ago, the Night Emperor of the Trunsoest Empire fell, and a new country in the Northern Continent The relationship with the Balam Empire in the southern continent is tense, and each church is attacking various sects that believe in the God of Death within their missionary areas..."
"The War of the Four Emperors has already happened, and the Pale Age has not yet begun." Agnes directly told the information she got from Edwina's words, and then showed a slightly interested smile.
"It turns out that the Night Emperor is one of the Four Emperors..." Edwina looked a little thoughtful after Agnes spoke.
"I heard some interesting gossip," Agnes said. "The last earl had a very close relationship with the royal family of the Trunsoest Empire. There were even rumors that the earl might be a member of the royal family. illegitimate son."
"After the death of the Night King, the earl led his close knights to leave the previous territory." Agnes paused and explained a little, "Well, according to my guess, it is roughly located in the current Disi Bay. He came to this island within the ruled area of Loen Kingdom and died soon after.”
"And the current Mr. Earl," Agnes raised her eyebrows and said, "it is said that before coming to this island, he was an outstanding and handsome person when he was the heir."
"And now..." Agnes paused, and her tone became more meaningful, "I don't know what kind of pressure life has put on him..."
"What do you mean?" Okfa couldn't help but ask.
"It's just some image changes. You will understand when you see this Mr. Earl..." Agnes shrugged with a slight smile on her lips, "After all, I have never seen this Mr. Earl. ."
"However, to me, what happened to Mr. Earl is only predictable. What is more interesting to me is the evaluation of the current Countess by people here," Agnes paused slightly. An interesting smile appeared on his face, "Piety, kindness, perseverance - what beautiful qualities."
Pious and kind, Agnes didn't think a true noble would be educated with such qualities. Of course, there would be some guys who deliberately created such a reputation for themselves that no one would believe.
And perseverance...
If there is a person in a high position who has strong perseverance to carry out a goal after identifying it, the possibility of doing something big is definitely not small. The nature of these things only depends on what this person believes.
Anderson raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't think your last comment is a compliment."
"Indeed," Agnes nodded calmly, "For many nobles, a deep understanding and correct evaluation of people worthy of attention is sometimes related to their own survival."
"I also think there is something wrong with this countess," Spasnerecki said suddenly. "Among the soldiers in this city, this countess has a higher prestige than her husband."
"You left the theatre?" Agnes asked.
"No," Spasnerecki showed his hearty smile, "I just found a warrior to compete with."
The corners of Agnes's mouth twitched uncontrollably, not knowing what to say.
"Anderson and I..." Okefa paused, seeming to organize his words, "Originally we wanted to observe Dimmesdale, but we encountered some coincidences and discovered something else... ....”
A loud bang interrupted Okfa's words, and several people turned their heads and looked down almost at the same time.
The sudden chaos spread from the door to the entire hall along the crowded flow of people, and unspeakable panic seemed to crawl onto the backs of everyone present.
The neatly dressed soldiers held spears and pierced the gold and silver bodies of the guests. The scarlet blood flowed down the shimmering metal and dripped on the carpet without spilling a drop.
The hall finally fell silent into an eerie silence.
A petite-looking woman stepped through the broken remains of the door. A vague chill that seemed to freeze the blood continued to spread from her body, filling the entire hall.
"I think you all knew in advance that Navarre and I will make a speech to every citizen here." The woman's voice had a weird hoarseness, and the illusory soul was pulled out from the center of her forehead and stretched thinly. long.
"I'm sorry to inform you that Navarre and I's speech will be held before Ariadne Humbert's performance. If you are not interested, you can leave now." The woman took the arm of the illusory soul body and could It can be seen how fat this gentleman was during his lifetime.
The blood-stained spear still gleamed in the brilliant light, and no one in the hall moved.
"Very good," the woman showed a cold smile, with obvious satisfaction in her tone, "I'm glad that you are full of interest in the next speech related to the future of Navarre..."
"Very good," Anderson looked at what was happening below and shrugged, "It seems that we don't need to talk anymore."
