Why it never ends

Chapter 1070 Nobles

Hesta picked up the document handed over by Pakat again and read it carefully from beginning to end. When her eyes left the last line of the document, she finally raised her head and looked at Pakat: "But you withdrew this email..."

"I don't want to use my knowledge to help evil people do evil." Pakat stared into Pakat's eyes seriously and solemnly. "I have said everything I need to say. Now it's your turn to tell me what you have seen in the Faithful Youth Front. Do you think there are any trustworthy people among them?"

Hesta let out a low sigh.

"Where should I start..."

……

At five o'clock the next day, Kovicik began to wash up as usual.

For some inexplicable emotion, he did not rush to His Majesty's palace in the suburbs like the other nobles, but continued to stay in the mansion in the city. Several friends asked him privately if he wanted to stay there for a while, but he said no, Chloe was there, I have to stay away from this crazy woman.

However, Kovicik knew that he didn't go to the palace just because it would make his self-esteem feel better. During this period of being slightly drunk every day, he was like a drowning person, struggling desperately to grab a straw. However, there were also a few moments when he suddenly fell into an ice cellar, and he woke up and felt ashamed for his days of humbleness. But the absurd thing was that when he fell into fantasy about the future, he found that these unspeakable damp pains could also make him happy.

Kovicik received the news last night that Hesta's car had already returned to the farm. Although she did not arrive with the car, it must have happened at the same time - after all, before leaving, Hesta personally promised him that she would only be away for two days.

Even if this "two" is a figurative term, it will not be too long.

This means that from today on, washing and dressing will be an extremely important matter, because Hesta may summon him at any time.

Kovicik is experienced in this area. From the day he was told that he would inherit the title, he was very concerned about whether his behavior was worthy of his class. After all, there are also high and low levels in the aristocratic circle, which he temporarily calls "real aristocrats" and "falling aristocrats." The difference is very subtle, but it can't be hidden from his eyes.

True aristocrats are always full of an unquestionable certainty, and Kovicik is fascinated by this temperament. He observed early on that although many people in this circle have rich ancestral wealth, there are always some people who feel ashamed of inheriting the inheritance, as if the money is not earned by their own hands, it is not glorious enough. And this slightly cramped concept - in Kovicik's view - is often the beginning of these people's class decline.

Kovicik stood in front of the mirror, admiring his own appearance.

The body is the most essential class, which is why Trion, who looks like a fat pig, can never rise to a high position. This thought made Kovicik smile briefly, but soon, his face sank again - real nobles are stingy with smiles. Only people at the bottom need to constantly express "I am happy" and wish to put a label like "I am friendly" on their foreheads. Kovicik doesn't need it. He lowered his mouth to make sure he looked indifferent and ruthless enough.

The servants began to try on his clothes, and Kovicik was not satisfied with several changes of clothes. He stood in front of the mirror and pondered. The sun outside the window slowly rose. When the sun shone into the room through the balcony window, Kovicik suddenly realized the problem - most of his outer clothes had sloping shoulders. The reason was simple, because "real nobles" never needed to emphasize their gender characteristics. They needed to use clothes to show their power and taste, rather than directly present their bodies. Only dock workers and military police needed to show their broad shoulders to everyone - and this immediately exposed the fact that they were in the lower class.

However, the present is different from the past. He is not a guest about to step into the aristocratic dance floor. He is just a man who wants to attract the attention of another woman. In this case, shouldn't he highlight his "masculine" temperament? Once he realized this problem, Kovicik immediately found a few epaulettes and decorated two of them on his hunting suit with great satisfaction. Kovicik never tires of dressing himself up and constantly changing his accessories in order to achieve the best effect. He cannot wear a watch with too complicated functions, which is a sign of the middle class and nouveau riche. The dial must be simple, and it is best not to have a second hand. He cannot choose clothes that are too new, because a too neat appearance will expose his worries about class decline. A slightly worn cuff can reflect his indifference to expensive clothes, which in turn reflects his relaxed mentality of aristocratic life... He scans everything with his extremely observant eyes to ensure that he always acts according to the standards of a "true aristocrat".

When Kovicik had made all the decisions and was sure he was in perfect condition from head to toe, his valet came in.

"Sir, there's a call from the farm."

This smooth connection immediately made Kovicik feel a sense of destiny, as if the person standing at the door was not his servant, but his destiny.

"I'll come right now—"

"You don't have to answer it, they've hung up," the butler said, "Ms. Hesta asked me to ask if you have time tonight. She wants to invite you to have a meal at the farm and chat about what we didn't finish discussing last time."

Kovicik's heart skipped a beat.

He kept a straight face and said in a trembling voice: "Okay."

……

Early in the morning, Hesta was walking alone on the farm.

The women on the farm had already started working. This was not the first time Hesta had watched them work, but it was the first time she had noticed the women's attire.

Before this, Hesta just thought that the women's clothes were all gray. However, after returning from the south, she suddenly discovered that the women on the farm actually wore the same clothes as the women in the mountains, but they did not have bright fabrics, so they used different pieces of blue, gray and black cloth to sew their own contrasting coats.

Suddenly, Hesta saw a familiar face appearing behind a fence. She walked slowly to the edge of the fence, stopped, and waited quietly for the girl who was picking vegetables not far away to notice her.

After a few minutes, the girl turned around and her eyes naturally fell on Hesta.

"Good morning, Helieta." Hesta said with a smile, "What are you doing?"