Why it never ends

Chapter 941 Exchange

"Sir, you misunderstood. Please listen to me! I have thought of a way!" Kovicik interrupted Trion, "You can donate some money to the Invalides, so that we can give you some military merits first!"

Trion, who was extremely angry, was like a piece of red-hot copper. His whole body was tense and his green eyes were almost popping out. But Kovicik's incoherent words were like immersing him in a basin of cold water. With a sizzling sound, all his intense emotions were instantly extinguished.

"... Military merit?" Trion murmured, looking at the man in front of him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"I mean to enter the House of Nobles first," Kovicik said softly, "These military merits can help you gain a seat in the House of Nobles. After that, His Majesty can promote your title by granting grace to the House of Nobles, thus bypassing the opposition of some people in the court."

Kovicik walked up to Trion and whispered in his ear: "If you move quickly enough, your name will be on the honors list at the end of this year. I promise you."

Trion opened his mouth slightly when he heard this.

"Oh, you really brought me good news..." He touched his forehead and looked out the window in a daze, "Is this... is this something that His Majesty has verbally agreed to?"

Kovicik nodded silently.

Trion exhaled lightly, and stood there for a long time, then turned to Kovicik and gave him a dry smile. He realized his gaffe and felt a little ashamed, but the young man's face suddenly became friendly again.

"I feel so guilty," Kovicik shook his head. "I really didn't expect Chloe to be so sad. If I had known that things would come to this, I should have been more careful in the beginning..."

Trion was about to say "It's not entirely your fault," but then he realized that this would make him seem too flattering, so he coughed a few times and let out a heavy sigh away.

"Chloe is the most lively of all my daughters," Trion said in a somewhat old voice, "She is free-spirited, and I don't want to restrict her... You can't expect to exchange my forgiveness in this way."

"What are you thinking? These two things are totally unrelated," Kovicik said. "I talked to Your Majesty about this only because I was standing up for you. I also don't like those Hastings nobles. They are too selfish and arrogant. They think they are naturally noble, but in fact they are just parasites. You are right. This is how things are in this world. The more upper-class the world is, the lower-class it is... It is really a true insight."

Trion looked at Kovicik deeply and said, "It seems that I was right. You are still the young man I met a few years ago who never forgets where he came from, right? You have not been assimilated by any force."

Kovicik gave a somewhat painful smile: "This is not an easy thing. Sometimes I would rather be numb..."

"I have indeed realized it a long time ago," Trion said coldly, "The kind of civilization these Hastings nobles portray is just a rhetoric they use to decorate their facade. They have never really identified with the values ​​they claim to uphold. How can they care about social responsibility? How can they really care about whether their hearts are pure and flawless? Instead, it is people like us - those of us who originally did not belong to their class but were attracted by the world they portrayed, who will foolishly practice such principles in our own lives - even if such practice never brings rewards, and even leads to blows, we have no regrets."

Kovicik frowned. "...I finally understand why I feel so terrified when I think you might hate me."

"Ok?"

"That's what's been bothering me day and night," Kovicik said solemnly. "Since I'm not the only one who's sad about this, I'm more motivated to keep going." In this fresh night after the rain, the two men had a noble conversation in a quiet room. Although they both knew that their words were a little watery, the indescribable intimacy still made their hearts beat as violently as winter thunder.

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Hesta returned to the hall, only to find that everyone was standing opposite each other on both sides of the long table. One side was laughing provocatively, while the other side was thinking hard.

At the edge of the long table, Qiqi leaned on Eucalyptus's arms, watching the people coming and going with interest, while Eleven was eating heartily. Hesta returned to Rico's side: "What's wrong?"

"Everyone is playing games," Rico looked at her, "Are there any new discoveries?"

"No, I just listened to a pretty boring conversation." Hesta replied, "What game are you playing?"

"Mrs. Fatima divided the people into two groups," Rico pointed with his chin, "and everyone prepared 20 questions together. These 20 questions must be about the guests present and must have been discussed in public tonight. Then both sides will ask questions to each other and see which side can answer more questions. The side that wins."

"What's the benefit of winning?"

"The winner can ask the loser to do something together after the game is over." Rico said softly, "Maybe something like running around the field with a plate on your head..."

Hesta laughed - for someone like her who didn't pay attention to many conversations and forgot as she listened, this game was a bit too destructive.

Soon, Kovicik and Trion also appeared at the door and joined the party tonight. They were all very familiar with Fatima's game - they often played it at family dinners in the past. Trion quickly realized that as long as he won the game, he could naturally suggest that everyone take a group photo, so he immediately stood next to Fatima.

Many people also noticed the appearance of Kovichik, including old Irene, who had never said a word. When her eyes met Kovichik's and the young man nodded to her respectfully, she smiled and turned her head to the other side.

This old woman. She's still annoying, Kovichik thought.

Kovicik's eyes swept across the long table. He knew most of the people here, except for a few strangers at the end. He looked at Eucalyptus for a while, and thinking of Trion's friendship with the Governor, he quickly realized that this person might be the new inspector of AHgAs in District 12.

Do you want to go and say hello?

Kovicik considered it for a few seconds, but quickly gave up - the Hesta people didn't have a very good reputation, and the women's fiery red hair gave people the impression of being barbaric and lacking in civilization.

For the sake of his own reputation, it would be better for him to have less contact with such people in private occasions. Kovicik made up his mind that if this person was really the inspector, he would have the opportunity to meet her in the future.