How to deliver flattery in a crisp, loud, sweet, and touching way is exactly Fatty’s skill. Adding to that, this scoundrel seems to have an honest and sincere demeanor, speaking straightforwardly as if every word is from the bottom of his heart. When he spoke these words, the effect was astonishing. George had heard many compliments, but this sincere praise from such a straightforward Fatty was a first; it had already surpassed the realm of flattery and directly ascended to the height of facts.
George laughed heartily, feeling so connected with this Fatty. He pulled Fatty toward the ballroom, constantly showing affection and concern along the way, as if they were two old friends reunited after a long separation. It was as if they had finally found a soulmate in the vast sea of people! As if heroes meeting and appreciating each other. Especially the excitement, admiration, and reverence in Fatty’s eyes made George extremely pleased. Today was indeed his lucky day!
One was walking with graceful humility, the other was flattering with honest sincerity, as they slowly walked into the splendid Red Leaf Mountain Castle. The ball was about to begin. As the Crown Prince, George had to give a congratulatory speech for Stephen at the ball, while Fatty needed to change his attire. The two reluctantly said their goodbyes, promising to go hunting together when they had free time before each walking away, both grinning from ear to ear.
Fatty stretched his almost numb smiling face and carefully observed the interior of the castle. This palace-like building perfectly embodied the word luxury. Any more decoration would be wasteful. The so-called ’add one bit more would be excessive, decrease one bit would be lack.’ Luxury and extravagant aren’t the same adjectives. This palace, no matter from which angle you look at it, was flawless. Elegance, nobility, magnificence, grandiosity, deservedly the most beautiful garden-style castle of Gazalin.
The ballroom’s arrangement was splendid, with a dreamy atmosphere. When Fatty changed and entered the ballroom, the prologue had already begun. The main character of the ball, Stephen, was leading the first dance with his mother. All the nobles formed a circle in the center of the hall, occasionally clapping elegantly for the wonderful dance steps of Stephen and the 3rd Imperial Princess Consort.
In fairy tales, castles usually appear alongside princes, princesses, and knights, and at this moment, there were three genuine princes in this castle. The three princes of the Royal Morton Family naturally became the focal points of the ball. Not only were their backgrounds illustrious, but also whether in appearance, learning, cultivation, and talent, they were foremost figures among the Gazalin Nobles. Unmarried princes of this caliber naturally became the objects of pursuit for noble ladies.
Such a ball was undoubtedly the most top-notch, with the highest-ranking princes, the most beautiful noble ladies, the best wine, the most melodious music, the most enthusiastic atmosphere, the most splendid arrangement. Enough to make anyone present feel like they were in paradise.
But Fatty, finally finding Ann Lei, was very angry. He didn’t feel the fairytale atmosphere at all. Princesses and princes, in his eyes, were all bullshit. The current atmosphere felt more like "Liaozhai." That elegant and humorous Bruce, standing next to Ann Lei, was like a damned fox spirit!
Bruce saw Fatty, waddling like a penguin, coming over and faintly smiled. He clearly didn’t take Fatty seriously. In his mind, Ann Lei had agreed to Fatty’s invitation out of a kindhearted sympathy and momentary indignation. Her rejection of him, he believed, was due to annoyance that he did not stand up and speak fair words, showing she cared about him! Because she cared, she was disappointed he didn’t stand up for her friend.
"Little fox spirit!" Fatty cursed in his heart for the 180th time. If it were in the Federation, Fatty had at least a hundred ways to make this supposedly handsome, suave Second Prince ashamed and broken before a truly elegant self! Even though this guy hadn’t shown anything particularly odious, men don’t need many reasons to get rid of their rivals! Besides, according to the information from Russell, this Bruce gentleman probably wasn’t a good match either. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet
However, this person appeared more effortlessly elegant than Prince George and more meticulous in thinking than Stephen. He had a better reputation in the Gazalin Empire. He was Stephen’s biological elder brother, and what Stephen had, he had too. Moreover, in his records, he never fought battles he wasn’t sure of winning. If he wasn’t prepared, he would rather give up.
If anyone on the scene knew the Gazalin Emperor and the Royal Family better than the nobles, it was one person - the former Empire’s Great General Russell, who led Gazalin’s Military Department while leading the Freedom Front resistance. This strategist did extensive research and investigation on the Gazalin Emperor and his three sons. With Russell’s insight, ten years was enough to analyze these people’s character traits.
So he clearly stated in the materials that the most likely person to succeed the Military Department during chaotic times and cause trouble for the Federation was this Second Prince Bruce, who graduated with excellent grades from Binart First Military Academy yet never showed off. For such a person, Fatty naturally maintained sufficient vigilance, especially when Bruce’s interest in Ann Lei was too excessive; Fatty had to consider both public and private matters.
Smiling, he walked to Ann Lei, boosting his demeanor. Long-term strict training during his free time allowed the trickster to emit a strict, elegant bearing even in his guileless appearance. If noble etiquette was concerned, none on the scene could match him!
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