Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

After being rejected verbally, Antoine was frustrated and changed into tight pants that were tight on his buttocks with the help of a group of male servants...

As for why it wasn't a maid, according to the order of the head maid, whenever Antoine entered the Earl's mansion, any creature without a handle on his body must stay ten meters away...

Changing into tight pants was the bottom line of Antoine's tolerance, but it was definitely not the upper limit of aristocratic etiquette.

Antoine felt suffocated when a young servant, with a jealous look, carefully opened a makeup box embossed with lilies, exposing the precious whitening products to the air.

The butler put some powder on the makeup box with a brush and prepared to rub it on Antoine's face.

Antoine, who was sitting on the chair, trembled and asked with a little fear: "What are you doing?!"

The butler was startled and said with grievance: "Mr. Antoine, you look a little dull. This is the latest cosmetics from Altdorf. It can make a gentleman who lacks rest due to work look energetic and bright."

This is not some kind of cosmetic that makes people feel energetic, it is poisonous lead powder...

I have no interest in your nobles' tricks, but don't get involved with me.

Antoine made up his mind and whispered in the servant's ear: "I see that you look a little bad, and you should use this good thing, so as not to lose the title of Countess. I will give it to you in the name of the poet and doctor hired by the Countess."

"But, but..." The servant was a little moved. Everyone loves beauty, so who can refuse it?

Antoine pushed the handrail and ran to the inner hall of the Earl's Palace without waiting for the gardener to come with a pair of big scissors to trim his long hair.

After running a few steps, I found that the tights I was wearing were particularly tight, and even my knees were difficult to bend.

This must have been the head maid’s idea. I’m not done with you!
Thinking of the hateful woman's face, Antoine first showed a trace of hatred on his face, and then he thought of the extra-large flail hammer, and his face turned cold again.

After waiting for a long time, Anati found it ridiculous to see Antoine walking with his legs stretched out, just like a duck.

At first, she was able to maintain her ladylike posture and cover her mouth with her hands to smile, but as the distance got closer, her duck steps became too agile and she finally could not endure it any more. She supported her abdomen with her left hand, pointed at Antoine with her right hand, and laughed out loud.

"Your outfit reminds me of a court jester. I didn't expect you to have such talent. Why don't you stop selling fake paintings and come to my house to apply for a job as a comedian. You will definitely leave a good story in the empire."

"Selling fake paintings is a hobby, but being a clown..." Antoine stood up straight to avoid his pants bursting, and looked at the completely changed Anati with interest.

Her long dark purple hair was piled high on the back of her head and tied into a bun with a red ribbon. The emerald green corseted long skirt showed off her tall figure. The wrinkled collar revealed her slender neck like a swan with its head bowed. Her crystal clear skin seemed to be fragile. A little light makeup washed away her serious temperament and added a sense of elegance.

"I didn't expect you to look so good when you dress up properly. I'll use this template next time I sell fake paintings."

"You can try." There was a murderous look in Anati's eyes. Most of the fake paintings Antoine sold were slightly adjusted based on her template, with all kinds of expressions and makeup, highlighting an artistic creativity.

Verbal threats are the negotiation method that Antoine despises the most. What is the purpose of life? Isn't it to live well? Instead of making useless threats, it is better to be direct.

Considering that he was being stared at by the rough men in the courtyard, Antoine coughed twice to ease the embarrassment, and then changed the subject to the countess: "Come to think of it, you haven't told me what you want to talk to me about."

"Natalie, um... my stepmother is suffering from a heart disease, and she must know the ending of Antitira." Huh?
A big question mark appeared on Antoine's face. He wanted to ask Anati to repeat it again. I was just repeating most of the tragic story on the spot according to the Countess's request. Did she take it seriously?
Ignoring Antoine's strange expression, Anati signaled the servant to carry the liar to the Countess's residence, and she followed closely behind.

In fact, she was also very curious about the ending of Antitira, and had put aside today's work to focus on listening to the story of a lady.

But before entering the residence, Antoine called out to the Countess's guardian knight in front of him, a young man who was, in a sense, a childhood sweetheart of Natalie and Anati.

"Arthur, you don't want me to lose my manners in front of the Countess, do you? Look at my pants. If I move a little more, the pure and innocent Countess might see something unpleasant."

The serious Arthur asked the servant to let go of Antoine, then half-knelt down to carefully check the condition of the tights.

He was very dissatisfied with the final result, and with a stern face, he told Antoine to find a place to change quickly. If the countess saw the elf's indecent black leg hair, the guardian knight would be willing to draw his sword and commit suicide.

After putting on breeches and long boots, Antoine felt much more relaxed, thinking that Arthur was the only normal person in the Earl's Mansion.

The premise is... when he stands in front of the door, don't put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Under the gaze of his attendants, Antoine stepped into this house which was known as the most mysterious and authoritative house in Altdorf.

As the residence of the baroness, the residence was strictly planned and decorated according to the title of nobility, with a red and gold porch, stone pillars that rose to the top in a spiral shape and turned into flowers, luxurious lamps made of crystal and enamel, and a round wooden table with a gold frame...

The countess, who had been waiting for a long time, was sitting quietly at the round wooden table, and the sunlight shone into the room through the glass.

The bright sunshine made Natalie's long hair look like a silver ocean. A few strands of silver hair that were loose on her forehead due to lowering her head for too long made the girl look more naughty. Her face was turned away from the light, making her slightly red eyes flicker like breathing.

The elegant yellow long skirt wrapped around her delicate body, and her hands gently pressed on the table, pressing down the slightly curved end of the parchment.

The curtain of the round table prevented the girl's full appearance from being seen, but Antoine knew that Natalie must have been swaying with her feet in the air.

Natalie heard the door being pushed open, rubbed her eyes with both hands, and murmured in confusion: "Well, I'll see next time..."

The countess raised her head, covered her mouth with her right hand and yawned slightly. Her body straightened a little. When she looked towards the door, she thought it was the lazy look of the head maid, but when she found out it was Antoine, it changed instantly.

"Antoine?"

Antoine nodded, walked quickly to the round table, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head to greet the countess.

"Good day, Countess. Every time I see you, I am deeply moved. No matter how long I meditate in front of the easel, no matter how long the breeze blows across my pen tip, no matter how much inspiration and talent the gods have bestowed upon me, I still cannot depict even a glimmer of your charm."

But who would have thought that the greeting that had never failed had no effect at this moment. Natalie's green eyes, which had turned into crescent shapes when she saw Antoine, narrowed. She first put away the parchment she had written on the table, as if she was worried about being seen. There seemed to be a hint of resentment in her words when she was asking for accountability.

"So you can only paint Enati, and never think of me before picking up the brush?" (End of this chapter)