After returning from the auction, Sandino was in a very bad mood. Although Cesare repeatedly emphasized that even if they got an iron heart, they might not be able to repair it, and even if they could repair it, they might not be able to sell it through channels. But Sandino Nuo still believed that he had missed an opportunity to become a nouveau riche.
Fortunately, Sandino's sadness over the sudden bankruptcy of his unowned wealth did not last long. Within two days, he was re-energized by the grand ball held at the school anniversary, leaving all the sense of loss at the auction behind him. It was as if nothing like this had ever happened.
This year marks the 110th anniversary of the founding of St. Carlius School. Every ten years the school will hold a grand celebration ceremony, including respective performances, dinners and the most anticipated dance.
The dance was held in a two-story auditorium on the easternmost side of the campus. The rectangular building has a church-like spire. From the front, you can see many designs of religious crosses. This is an ancient and traditional building full of religious significance. architecture.
It is said that this chapel, like Kant's Great Library, was built before the College of St. Charles and was used as a place of worship for civilian believers before the city of Carlius had a formal cathedral.
After the establishment of St. Charles College, it was used as the college's auditorium. Although it has lost its original role, it has been maintained by the school to this day. It is only open to the public on important holidays such as the school anniversary.
At the school anniversary dance, the interior of the classically designed auditorium was illuminated by candlesticks floating randomly all over the sky. The music theory teacher waved his cane lightly, and the unmanned instrument began to produce pleasant music on its own.
Driven by magic, those invisible musical notes appeared in front of people like vivid elves. They danced in the air and jumped back and forth on the students' shoulders. It was so joyful.
Not to mention the circus invited by the school. These clowns, who possess special skills but cannot tell whether it is magic or skill, use their magical powers to bring the atmosphere of the early stage of the dance to a climax again and again.
They set up steel ropes in the sky and walked back and forth with a funny balance beam. They set up a low platform on the ground and breathed flames from their mouths. Sometimes they scared the students and teachers into screaming, but when they came back to their senses, they realized the reality. The visible fireworks passed through his body like an illusion without causing any harm.
The aristocratic students who usually wear the uniforms of Saint-Carlo School finally have the opportunity to wear their gorgeous and luxurious clothes on such an occasion. Looking around, the solemn and old-fashioned auditorium looks like a brilliant and colorful place against the backdrop of colorful dresses. flower room.
Excited laughter is endless. In the best years, energetic young people stay in pairs with their dancing partners, praising each other and not forgetting to give the cheers to their friends.
In the venue, the beautiful girl Velatia became the focus of the audience. Her extremely beautiful long brown hair exuded a faint fragrance, which was far sweeter than any high pastry present.
The bandeau-style dance skirt sets off her graceful figure. She bends her slender waist and steps slightly. She is like an angel of God. She is so beautiful that it is amazing, not to mention her delicate and pretty face, and her dignified and mysterious eyes that seem to contain stars. in.
Veratia looked out the window at the lawn with her wine glass in hand, as if she was worried and waiting for someone to arrive. Although night will still come in a few hours, the foggy sky outside the window has become much darker, and it is still raining slightly, which is completely different from the lively and brilliant scene at the dance.
Everyone knows that Velatia is the most beautiful girl in the college, and she is also the president of the school's student union. Not only is she beautiful in life, she is also at the top of the school in almost every subject, second only to the lonely book student. Cesare the Worm.
Veratia always wanted to surpass Cesare, but Cesare always ignored her.
The beautiful Velatia comes from the ducal family of the Kingdom of Lanxi. It is said that the bloodline of her ancestors is closely related to the royal family. Velatia is the only daughter in the family and has always been favored. She may even become a duchess in the Kingdom of Lanxi in the future. Logically speaking, so noble
His identity should not appear in St. Carlius, a third-rate aristocratic college, just because St. Andrews College only serves the children of military strategists, while the better Holy Trinity College is influenced by traditional ideas and only does some unimportant things. The subject admits female students.
And Veratia has her own pursuits. She doesn't want to just be a vase in the eyes of the world. For this reason, she would rather come to San Carlo to learn some truly useful knowledge.
Not long after she arrived in San Carlo, Veratia heard many rumors about the Hunyadi family of Cesare. Eating human blood, imprisoning outsiders, researching black magic, and countless vicious and terrifying accusations. In the Kingdom of Lanxi, any one of these accusations is enough to send the entire family to the gallows if confirmed by ironclad evidence.
However, Veratia, who is highly educated, does not believe these folk rumors. On the contrary, in Veratia's eyes, the mysteries of Cesare are like mysterious veils, making those who are thirsty for knowledge yearn for what is hidden deep inside. She wanted to uncover the truth, but Cesare never gave her a chance.
"Miss Velatia, can I invite you to be my dance partner?" A boy who mustered up the courage stepped forward to initiate the invitation. "I'm sorry, I'm still waiting for someone." Velatia smiled, shook her head and declined politely.
"Oh... don't worry, I understand completely." The rejected boy did not try any further, as if getting Vilaya's response was already a great honor. However, the students were troubled as to who could keep the most beautiful Velatia in the school waiting for so long.
At this moment, the son of the Duke, who was wrapped in flattering remarks, slowly raised his buttocks from the seat. Galen Orsini straightened his back. Although his height development was slightly later than that of his peers, it seemed that Somewhat short, but the overall image is clean and tidy, and the appearance is dignified.
Although his somewhat sunken eyes and tall, eagle-like nose make him look like a hunting bird of prey, he still cannot hide the handsome temperament emanating from the inside out.
The Orsini family is one of the three most powerful families in the Papal State, alongside the Borgias and the Colonnas. The relationship between the three families is not friendly, and games for power occur all the time.
Galen is the sixth son of the Duke of Orsini and the most unattractive child of the Duke.
No one in the entire San Carlo Academy knows what kind of dark and evil soul is hidden behind that handsome face. The seemingly polite aristocratic child actually uses Boris to carry out all his despicable methods. He is the Saint. Carl Flow is one of the terrifying beings.
Galen looked at the "fools" surrounding him who were praising him and pouting with disdain, and then looked at the tall Boris beside him with seemingly gentle eyes.
Boris, who was a little stupid, reacted for a while, and then quickly flattered and praised: "Master Gallon! You look great!"
"It really makes me feel relieved to hear you say that, but..." Galen paused for a moment, and then his amiable expression immediately changed, and suddenly became ferocious and angry. "Where's my cane, idiot!? Why don't you hand it to me quickly!"
Speaking of this, Boris finally opened his mouth and remembered something. He took out the finely crafted magic cane from behind his buttocks, knelt down on one knee and handed it to Galen respectfully. Galen first took out a handkerchief and put it in his hand. After taking the cane, he wiped it carefully before placing it in front of him with satisfaction.
Galen pursed his lips, breathed a sigh of relief and then showed a relaxed smile again, looking extremely satisfied with his condition. "Let's go, I can't keep my little princess waiting too long."
Then he walked towards Veratia with a cane. When the students around him saw Gallon approaching, they all gave in and even saluted. Boris led a group of followers and followed Gallen in a pretentious manner. In order to please Gallen, he had to walk with a stooped body.
"Mr. Gallen is so charming today, there is no reason why that woman would refuse." Boris smiled hypocritically and continued to compliment him.
After saying too much, Gallen was happy but still pretended to be impatient with the false words. Just as he was about to walk in front of Velatia, Gallen softly stopped the group of flatterers following him.
"Don't you have anything serious to do? Don't scare people, I can do this myself." Then he raised his head and adjusted his expensive dress one last time, and continued to walk elegantly towards Velatia alone.
Velatia, who had been looking out the window, seemed to have seen something very joyful on the lawn outside, and then she saw Gallon. A beautiful smile appeared on her face that was not usually smiling, and she looked towards Gallon's direction is coming.
Seeing this scene, Galen couldn't hide the joy in his heart and snickered twice, thinking that after all, except for Hilton's face in St. Carl, he could compare with his own. Who else could compare with him? Come on my handsome.
Looking at Veratia walking towards him, Galen stood still, raised his arms in standard aristocratic etiquette and bowed, "Ahem, dear..." Before Galen could finish his words, he half-bent down and saw Wei. Latiya walked straight past Galen.
Without even looking at him, the young Duke, whose words were stuck in his throat, froze in place while maintaining his bowing posture.
It's as if a petrifying spell has been cast...
On the path outside the auditorium, a pure black limo was parked there, as if blending into the night. "Aren't you going to go up and take a look? Or should I go up and bring him down?" the maid tried to ask.
"No, let's go. It seems that now is not the time." The man looked at the auditorium through the window of the limo, and there was no emotion in his words.
