As soon as the Elf Queen appeared, the atmosphere of the banquet was suddenly more cheerful than before, full of vitality and joy.
The originally silent music sounded again, and elegant classical music gradually filled every corner of the golden banquet hall.
In this soft and elegant environment, the nobles raised their wine glasses again, chatting softly, with pleasant smiles on their faces.
They tasted a variety of delicacies and toasted to the newly established friendly relationship between the Empire and the Elven Forest.
In that natural environment, many elves smiled from the colorful sea of flowers and branches and joined the joyful party.
These jovial elves are indistinguishable from humans and are even adept at using Imperial etiquette.
Their manners are dignified and elegant, and their conversations reveal a decent demeanor.
It's like special training.
The curious nobles stepped forward and tried to establish friendly communication with the elves.
The elves responded in kind, with warm smiles on their faces.
While talking and laughing, some elves even began to introduce the rare specialties of the Elf Forest to the nobles.
"Gee, your skin looks like it could use some maintenance."
"Have you not been sleeping well recently and you always feel a little unwell? God, may the power of nature bless you."
"How about trying the nectar of our elves? It has magical effects on beautifying the skin, aiding sleep and calming the mind."
"Ah, yes, sir. This is a treasure of our elves. It is not for sale when trading with your country. But given the relationship between His Majesty Aubrey and Mr. Victor... you understand."
These elves are like natural salesmen, relying on their ability to sense the strength of vitality to specifically find nobles who are not in good health.
The fruits and nectar that can be found everywhere in the home are described as rare treasures in the world, which is fascinating.
After several rounds of dealings, these elves skillfully guided the nobles who were dazzled by money and made them enjoy themselves.
A large amount of gold coins flowed to these elves like a river, but the nobles were so happy that they seemed to have taken a huge advantage.
In fact, these nobles are not stupid, but they are deeply impressed by the purity and flawlessness of the elves in their hearts.
Who would have thought that elves could lie to people?
And the elves are not lying, because those "commodities" do have significant maintenance effects after long-term use.
As for the price...that's because they have received professional training from the Cravenas.
Every elf is just a well-trained and excellent employee of the Cravenna family.
However, amidst the laughter of the elves and nobles, one person seemed not so satisfied.
"What's going on!"
Kokot sneaked over and found Liya and Victor sitting in the corner.
Long silver curtains hung overhead, and the golden walls were divided into grids by thick tree trunks.
Victor and Liya sat opposite each other on gorgeous golden chairs.
A large, white and long dining table separated the two of them. The tabletop was covered with a dazzling array of delicacies and tempting desserts.
Kokot walked quickly towards the two of them and suddenly slapped the table in front of Victor hard, making a crisp sound.
The silver tableware placed on the table shook.
Her face was full of confusion, and her eyes revealed deep confusion, and she shouted to Liya and Victor:
"Why are there rumors that I'm already married?"
After Victor kissed her hand.
The whispers around her reached Kokot's ears, making her eyes widen with confusion and surprise on her face.
What does it mean, what is the situation.
When did she get married? Why didn’t she know anything?
And when Kokot turned his head, he saw Liya in the corner showing an inexplicable snickering expression.
A thought suddenly flashed through Kokot's mind.
She realized that she seemed to be plotted by Liya.
Therefore, Kokot decided that he must find Liya and demand an explanation face to face.
But at this time, Liya just looked at Kokot feeling very funny and said:
"Just tell me whether the result is good or not."
"Goose……"
This time Kokot was silent.
She stroked her chin with one hand, her eyes slightly blurred, and she began to think deeply.
Indeed, how to say?
Kokot also understands that if he is too popular, it is not always a good thing.
She could foresee that many nobles would flock to try to curry favor with her.
They will even use generous terms to try to exchange for the protection and blessings of the elves.
Although Kokot enjoys the admiration and respect of these humans, it is obvious that she only enjoys the respect of these humans.
If a bunch of people really came to look for her, she might have to pull Venia over to share the attention.
And tell those who want to communicate with her to say:
"Sorry, if you need anything, please talk to my elf assistant."
The main theme is a noble and aloof person.
After thinking about it, this method seems to be quite good?
Not a bad hammer.
Weniya works as her assistant? She didn't want to be scolded by the other party.
But now, after those human nobles learned that she was married, especially the male nobles, they would only look at her from a distance.
Few people dared to take the initiative to talk to her.
Now, it is obviously a good thing for her that these nobles keep their distance appropriately.
But Kokot couldn't understand one thing.
Why is it considered that someone is married if someone kisses the back of the hand?
"Because the kiss on the hand is a respectful etiquette for a man to show his respect to a woman."
Victor's voice sounded calmly. He tapped his fingers on the tablecloth and explained to Kokot:
"In the empire, if a noble kisses a lady's hand, then the lady must be married."
Kokot: "?"
Kokot looked confused and turned to look at Liya who nodded in agreement. There was a bit of stupidity and a bit of shock in his clear eyes.
Ah, you play me?
Liya held her breasts with both hands, showing an expression of pity and a bit of joking:
"If you don't think about it carefully, if it weren't for today's hand kiss, you wouldn't be able to get away if you wanted to come and chat with us now."
Kokot was stunned for a moment and turned to look.
The nobles, who were dressed brightly and exuded nobility, were holding wine glasses with subtle smiles on their lips.
She seemed to be debating whether to take the initiative to say hello to the Elf Queen.
Liya followed Kokot and looked at the nobles gathered together, and said with a smile;
"Although these human nobles are secretly dirtier than anyone else, on the outside they are all very polite."
"Even if you are the Elf Queen, as a noble, their etiquette does not allow them to talk to a married lady at will."
They only respond enthusiastically when a married woman initiates a conversation.
This is the basic etiquette a gentleman should have.
As for the hand kiss, even if they want to imitate Victor, they have to consider whether they are qualified.
Obviously, no one in the field dares to consider themselves higher than Victor, no matter how noble their status is.
While the three of them were chatting, suddenly, a crisp and hurried footsteps broke the silence.
It seemed like a golden light lit up from the side and slowly approached the dining table.
The eldest prince smiled, raised his wine glass, and gave Victor a friendly greeting.
"Count Victor."
Turning his head and taking a glance, the eldest prince was surprised to find that all three members of Cravenna's family were gathered here.
He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes swept in front of Liya and Kokot.
And Liya's expression, when she saw him, was already a bit rude.
Fortunately, the eldest prince knew that he came to see Victor for something, so he hurriedly said to Victor:
"Can I take a moment to speak?"
Victor turned his head and glanced at Liya.
The latter raised his eyebrows slightly, rolled his eyes helplessly, and then waved to Victor:
"go Go."
"If you want to leave, can I stop you?"
Do you need to get your sister's consent?
The eldest prince looked at this scene in astonishment and couldn't help but be stunned.
After receiving the agreement, Victor nodded, stood up, and said to the eldest prince:
"Let's go."
After saying that, he took the first step and walked away.
The eldest prince could only look at Victor's back and responded with some confusion:
"Okay...ok."
Now he really couldn't figure out who was the head of the family.
As Victor and the eldest prince left, Kokot directly sat down where Victor had been.
She immediately remembered the unfinished topic just now and eagerly continued talking to Liya:
"No, we haven't finished talking yet."
"Why do you have to use the excuse that I'm married? There must be a better solution!"
Kokot frowned slightly, leaned slightly, and leaned on the dining table, wishing he could stick to Liya's body.
Despite her age, she is still an innocent elf who has never been in love.
However, Liya just glanced at her and snorted softly:
"Excuse me."
"Victor is the only man in my family."
"Goose?"
…
The glorious banquet hall is still bustling,
But few people visit the second floor of the banquet hall.
The banquet had gone on late into the night, and the terrace outside the second floor was so quiet that one could clearly hear the howling cold wind outside.
Erica was wrapped in a thick dress. Feeling the cold wind outside, she couldn't help but wrap her furry clothes more tightly.
Breathing heavily, she walked up the steps and arrived on the terrace.
As soon as I stepped onto the terrace, I saw a man wearing a crisp suit.
The other person was facing away from her, looking up at the sky, as if he couldn't feel the cold at all.
In the dark sky, small crystal clear snowflakes with strange shapes are falling, like the scenery in a dream.
Feeling the snowflakes falling gently on his shoulders, Lipoot listened to the footsteps behind him and said lightly:
"Niece Erica, it's snowing today."
He slowly turned around and showed a gentle smile to Erica:
"It seems that you must really want to know something before you come to find me."
His eyes were shining like golden sand.
In the wind and snow, it is like the only light guiding the way in a lighthouse.
"For example, where is your mother?"
"Is it right?"
