I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 302 Have fun
Catherine was an ordinary figure in the upper class of Vienna, and no problem could trouble her. She immediately showed off: "You don't know, that person is not an inherited family title, but was conferred by the current King of England. "

Hearing this, the group of ladies around them really became interested, and they hurriedly asked, "Wow, why?"

In this era, being able to become a noble in Britain basically relied on reincarnation skills. Only the eldest son of a noble family can inherit the title of nobility, and other children can only have civilian status.

According to the British Noble Titles Act, it is even more difficult for civilians to obtain titles. Must have meritorious service to the country, or have great achievements and contributions in the fields of art, literature, science, etc.

Even though he was as strong as Newton, he was only knighted by the Queen. Not because of his scientific achievements, but because of politics. Moreover, his title belongs to the lowest level among the noble titles and is not hereditary.

But now, it is surprising that Owen, a commoner, can be named an earl.

Before entering Vienna's social circle, no one had heard of any legends about Irving's achievements.

Catherine stopped pretending and said with a smile: "He and his Eastern cousin were conferred the title of Earl because their family really has a patron saint, and their tempers are not very good. It is said that the patron saint summoned the Eastern Dragon, The water covered the entire city of London, and thunder and lightning fell, destroying the Houses of Parliament and the Royal Palace.”

"Oh my God, how is this possible?"

"Hearsay, absolutely hearsay."

"Besides God, there is no true god in this world, no!"

Everyone didn't believe the news about Catherine at all, and they were talking about it.

Catherine didn't try to convince others, she just used a fan to fan the fragrance twice, with the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, with an expression on her face that made you believe it or not.

After a long time, a lady looked at Owen and suddenly said, "Just ask yourself if it's true or not."

After saying that, she straightened her clothes and walked towards Owen.

The first dance stopped, and Owen immediately greeted Xia Qingdai with a glass of red wine.

"This wine is very good, please try it."

"Thank you." Xia Qingdai took it, fanned it with her hand, and took a sip. I just had a straight-backed line dance, which was quite tiring.

Although it was snowing outside, the palace's banquet hall was lit with several fireplaces and crowded with people, so the room temperature was still very high.

Owen silently took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Xia Qingdai, which made the latter smile.

That is to say, men these days can actually hold handkerchiefs in their pockets.

"Thank you." Xia Qingdai gently pressed her forehead with a handkerchief to absorb some of the sweat.

"Would you like to dance with me for the second dance?"

"Hello, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

Owen's voice sounded together with the voice of another strange lady. He and Xia Qingdai both tilted their heads and looked at the visitor.

In front of her was an already plump young woman, who looked even plumper in a high-waisted imperial dress. Her eyes are very distinctive, with a little green light, like a cat in the dark night.

Xia Qingdai raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded lightly to the lady as a greeting.

She's not surprised at all by Owen's popularity. After all, among the foreigners with similar looks, only Irving is the most handsome!
When Titanic was originally cast, DiCaprio was not the director's first choice. But when he came to audition, women in the entire building fell head over heels for him. Appearance is justice, and in the end the director chose to believe in the eyes of women.

In Xia Qingdai's eyes, Owen is a bit more handsome than DiCaprio, without any flaws. Even if all the ladies in the room were fascinated by him, she wouldn't be surprised.

In this world of luxuries and wealth, aren't the people in it dominated by primitive desires? No one can claim to be sober or great. The whole of Europe is actually a grass-roots team, and appearance will never lose its magic.

At this time, Xia Qingdai looked at Owen leisurely, and saw him leaning towards the lady with green eyes and saying, "I'm sorry, I already have a dance partner."

The lady with green eyes smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter, we are dancing all night. We have the whole show, I will wait for you in the next one."

Owen frowned slightly, but did not refuse again. He nodded lightly, took the handkerchief and wine glass from Xia Qingdai's hand in a gentlemanly manner, put them in the tray of the attendant who passed by, and then pulled his goddess onto the dance floor.

The lady with green eyes looked at the two dancing figures, her eyes full of curiosity and inquiry.

Although in the upper-class aristocratic circles of Vienna in the 18th century, it was an open secret that men had mistresses and women had lovers.

Their marriage is just a family marriage, not because of love. It is the current popular trend among aristocrats to have their own lives after marriage.

But of course she didn't come here to develop a lover. She was having an affair with Prince Joseph and was not interested in developing a love triangle for the time being.

She was just interested in Owen who Catherine said had a patron saint.

"What, Alyssa, are you also interested in this arrogant little guy?" Countess Stern, who had been declined before, came over.

She didn't find anyone more interesting than Owen, so the second dance was still a bye. She didn't have the patience to dance with a greasy cock that couldn't see its feet.

A widow with money, leisure and status is looking for an attractive pretty boy to be worthy of her.

The green-eyed lady known as Alyssa glanced at Countess Stern, stood upright and said: "Not everyone has as good an appetite as you."

After saying that, he nodded slightly, turned around and walked away.

Although she had a lover, she did not cheat on her. She considered herself to be a different person from Countess Stern, who cheated on and supported the pretty boy.

Stern swept his eyes away from Alyssa and Prince Joseph, with a disdainful smile flashing at the corner of his mouth. In the entire banquet hall, everyone was the same, just laughing at the same time.

Owen could actually guess why everyone was particularly interested in him. It was simply because in the eyes of the outside world, he was more closely tied to the goddess.

He looked at the spinning beautiful girl and smiled.

No one would guess their true relationship, it is a secret that only belongs to them.

Owen was not the only popular person at this palace ball. After the identity of the British Countess Xia Qingdai spread, many curious people soon came to invite her to dance.

Xia Qingdai kept dancing until midnight. She didn't stop until the church bells rang, and ate some snacks from the plate held by Owen to replenish her strength.

"Owen, why don't you dance more?" Xia Qingdai curiously asked Owen, who had only danced a few times in the audience.

Owen's deep eyes gleamed, and he said calmly: "Dancing is not that interesting. It's very late, do you want to continue playing?"

He came here just to accompany Xia Qingdai and was not interested in the palace dance at all.

After Xia Qingdai finished eating a plate of snacks, she said: "No more dancing, enough fun. Let's go back. It's a good time to set off at night."

"Okay, wait for me a moment."

Just as Owen went to get Xia Qingdai's cloak and prepare her horse, a palace attendant walked directly towards Xia Qingdai.