People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Mr. Ernst, Mr. Enthiotis, the dance will start in half an hour, please arrive on time."

"Ball?" Enthiotis and Ernst looked at each other.

The dance before the formal dinner is like afternoon tea, and guests are generally not required to attend. Of course, most people will still choose to show up, after all, this is also a good opportunity to expand your network.

However, what Enthiodis did not expect was that the Duke of Kaster actually sent someone to invite him.

He opened the door and the person standing at the door was none other than his old acquaintance, Viscount Walton.

Enchiodis was in a good mood. Just as he was about to say hello and exchange a few words with his old friend, he saw Viscount Walton give him a polite smile, then took a step to the left, looking straight past him, looking at Ernst in the room, and said solemnly:

"Mr. Ernst, please be present. You are a distinguished guest personally invited by the Duke of Caister."

"Me?" Ernst was stunned.

The smile on Enthiotis' face, who was standing at the door, stiffened unconsciously.

The surprise on Ernst's face didn't seem fake. He probably didn't know he would be invited specifically. This meant that the Duke of Kaster had at least not informed him beforehand. It was still unclear whether this trip would be a blessing or a curse.

But thinking of how much effort he had put into bribery and apologizing, knocking on the doors of each nobleman to discuss cooperation, and how he would occasionally encounter the bitterness and sarcasm of those rude guys, and how he would be deterred from standing in front of the door of the Duke of Caster's lounge.

Why, why am I suddenly unable to laugh?

PS: The next chapter will be released after I finish reading the new plot. I unpacked it and saw nothing about backstabbing. Kjerag even cooperated with Rhine Life and built a launch silo on the mountain. Was he preparing to let Superman soar into the sky to save the Commander? However, I thought the Doctor would appear this time, but he did, just for a little while. YJ knows about cameras.

Chapter 167: Oh, I love dancing!

Diplomatic work is done at two tables, one is the negotiation table and the other is the banquet table.

From the moment she stepped into the Duke of Caister's mansion, Ernst never expected to leave in obscurity. And the Duke of Caister did not disappoint Ernst's "expectations" for her.

"Let us now welcome the protagonist of this dance, my dear junior from Kjerag, Mr. Ernst Shivaash."

With one hand on Ernst's arm and the other hand holding high the red wine glass, Duke of Caster slowly walked down the stairs and announced loudly in a voice that was not loud but loud enough for anyone present to hear.

This has really stirred up a hornet's nest.

You know, everyone who can enter this hall and attend this ball is a friend and confidant recognized by Duke Kaster. As an outsider, Ernst is already quite conspicuous among this group of people, enough to arouse many people's speculation. Now that Duke Kaster has made such an announcement, the effect is comparable to Brother Tiger raising his hands high in a crowd and announcing that he is a straggler!

The effect is so eye-catching.

The Duke of Caster acted as if nothing had happened. He gave Ernst a meaningful smile, then reached out and pushed Ernst, who was already twitching, down the stairs.

Ernst staggered down the stairs, and the nobles who had gathered behind him would certainly not let the "protagonist" appointed by the Duke of Caister fall to the ground in embarrassment. They stretched out their hands, trying to support Ernst who was losing his balance.

That scene had the charm of the world-famous painting "The Creation of Adam".

Before Ernst could utter a sigh that could be savored repeatedly by Mainna, the next second, noisy greetings filled his ears.

"Prime Minister Ernst, nice to meet you. I am Leipzig Marx, and this is my daughter, Isabella. I am very happy to invite you..."

"Mr. Ernst, I'm Greena Modley. May I have the honor of inviting you to dance with me?"

"Ms. Modred, how about you take care of your children first? Hello, I am Catherine Fagin. Duke Fagin is my father. May I dance with you?"

"Didn't Miss Fagin bring her own male partner? The first dance should be performed with one's male partner, that's the rule, right? Oh, sorry, Mr. Ernst, I made you laugh, I'm Intis Normandy. My father, the Duke of Normandy, often praises your wonderful speeches. I wonder if your dancing is as good as your eloquence?"

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, Ernst wanted to answer Miss Index Normandy very directly.

Yeah, I love dancing!

I wonder if Kjerag's ritual dance is okay? I can ask Ya'er to help me hum a few tunes.

Ernst was already sweating profusely.

Please forgive me. People say that a dance for three people is difficult. You have nearly thirty people here, and each of them is quite well-known. It is obvious that I cannot offend them.

Ernst only now realized how rare it was in Victoria to find aristocratic heirs as cute, lively, playful and humble as Delphine Windermere.

Each of the people standing in front of him now had a distinguished family background, but unlike Daphne, who had been taken care of too well by the Duke of Windermere since childhood, they were all real political animals. They had already mastered all the legal and illegal, broadcastable and unbroadcastable social skills, and could help themselves seize opportunities in any social occasion.

If Ernst showed a little interest, they wouldn't even mind taking the initiative to invite him, "Sir, the room is over here."

Ernst was not arrogant enough to say that he felt sorry for them. They lived under such rules and acted according to such rules. Those who should be blamed were those who set such rules.

It's a pity for those fans of "Cinderella literature" that it is somewhat wishful thinking to find a touch of "pure true love" in this aristocratic ball that is essentially filled with exchange of interests and political negotiations.

Fortunately, Ernst's predicament did not last too long. After watching Ernst suffer with pleasure and then sadly watching those nobles with whom he had worked so hard to bargain come after Ernst one by one, Enthiotis still rescued his brother with mixed feelings.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ernst, nice to meet you. I'm Enchiodis. Would you be so kind as to chat with me?"

Ernst held back the refusal that was about to come out of his mouth, glanced at Enchiodis gratefully, and nodded:

"Yeah... I mean, of course, Mr. Enthiotis, I'd be happy to talk to you about the future of Kalan Trade and my cooperation."

Ernst, trade and cooperation with Kalan?

Even the most dull nobles could clearly understand the three words uttered by Ernst. Seeing that Ernst's side was difficult to break through, some of them immediately turned their guns and rushed towards Enthiotis, who looked somewhat familiar.

"Mr. Enchiodis, nice to meet you. I am Hughie Norfolk, favored by His Excellency the Duke, and I manage the Earldom of Huron. You look familiar."

While Ernst was escaping, a female noble immediately stepped forward to fill Ernst's vacant seat and extended her hand to Enthiotis with a smile.

Enchiodis's eyebrows twitched, and his professional smile seemed a little forced for a moment.

How could it not look familiar? Just two hours ago, I knocked on your door and talked with you for at least five minutes, trying to reach a simple agreement with you on the issue of Kalan Trade's trade license in Huron County.

You really are a forgetful person!

After taking a deep breath, Enthiotis's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Haha, things are different now... No, they are different from two hours ago! Two hours ago, you ignored me, but now, I am out of your reach!

Cheese Snow Leopard raised his head in a cold and arrogant manner. The smile on his face also carried a bit of inhuman coldness. He glanced at the lady in front of him, and his voice seemed a bit stiff:

"I think this might be what it means to be familiar with someone at first sight, Ms. Huey."

Huey Norfolk's eyes lit up, and he struck while the iron was hot and invited, "In that case, why don't we dance together?"

"Thank you for your invitation, ma'am. It's my honor." Enchiodis stretched out his hand and just as he was about to touch Huey's hand, he turned back, "But I'm sorry, I already have a dance partner."

"The first dance should be with your partner. This is basic etiquette, isn't it?"

Enthyodis turned sideways, bowed gracefully and invited:

"So, mace, let's jump one?"

"I can't." Mace glanced at Enchiodis coldly.

The corner of Enthyodis' mouth twitched, and he looked at the mace with a bit of gnashing teeth in his eyes:

"I can!"

..........

"You were allowed to watch the show, and now you have come to this day!"

After finally escaping from the crowd and reaching the corridor on the second floor, Ernst quickly ran to Yaer's side.

For some reason, Yaer seemed to have an aura of keeping strangers away. It was not so much that the nobles present did not invite her, "Ernst's female companion", to dance, but rather ignored her existence.

Perhaps this was some kind of magical Originium skill? It was the kind that Ernst had seen in various novels before, belonging to the masters of the inner court around the Pope (the Saint), which could silently block the perception of people around them, or create a magical area of ​​"no one is allowed to approach"!

It's so convenient! Mom, I want to learn this!

Of course, calling mom is useless, and neither is Bayeragund. Ernst has never touched the magical spellcasting unit, and he has no idea what his Originium skills will be, let alone learning other spells.

Yaer also obviously noticed Ernst who had fled to her side. She straightened up while leaning against the railing to conduct her "human behavior observation" and looked at Ernst with a kind smile on her face:

"Are there any girls you like?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Ernst frowned. "My relationship with them is purely based on interests without any emotion."

"Don't most people say the opposite? Pure love without any interests? Enya... that's what the Saint reads in her books."

"What do you and your sister read every day?" Ernst complained, and quickly locked the vicious, "No, how come Manzhuyuan has such a strange book, who gave it to you?"

"Ms. Xinteleya." Yaer had no intention of hiding anything.

Ernst rolled his eyes. “I should have guessed it.”

In the whole of Kjerag, who else would like to read, be able to read, and have the time to read that kind of book?

Although Miss Platinum's dream of becoming a competitive knight was shattered, her dream of becoming a girl was obviously not shattered. In other words, the mace would not appear in the government office building on weekdays, otherwise Ernst had no doubt that Xinteleya would pester her to ask for the autograph of the Triple Crown Champion.

After all, the mace is really handsome.

"No kidding." Yaer tilted her head towards Ernst, "Those girls are all pretty. Although I can see that they put on a lot of outsiders'...makeup? But they're actually all pretty good without makeup. Are you really not tempted at all?"

"If you're tempted, can you capture them and make them your concubines?" Ernst pouted and complained.

Unexpectedly, Yaer seemed to really think about it: "It's not impossible."

"Forget it. I really have no luck marrying these noble daughters. Marriage means a bond of interest. I can't even take care of myself, so how can I take care of the interests of others?"

You are lying.

There was a gentle light in Yaer's eyes.

You say you don't care about other people's interests, but you always care about other people's interests, don't you? Actor, Latatos, Enya, Enthyotis, and those outsiders, your employees, the envoys with ulterior motives, the cat of the Windermere family...

Even "Yelagund".

It is hard for Yaer to imagine how much energy, how much brainpower, and how many means a person needs to use to find a balance point among so many people, to revive this dead chess game, and to move all the discarded pieces.

Not to mention that the Duke of Caster admires your talent, even I have been amazed at your means and moved by your efforts more than once.

So, if you have any requests, you can speak up without any worries. You can talk to your maid Chang Yaer or pray to Yelagund. As long as you need my help...

Yelagund bless you forever, Ernst Shivaash.

Yaer smiled and waved her tail. A breeze blew by, and several nobles who were about to go upstairs to look for Ernst lost sight of Ernst in the blink of an eye.

It was obvious that Ernst needed a resting environment at the moment, so she would not hesitate to create one for him.

"If you're tired, why don't you close your eyes and take a rest? I'll help you stop those people."

Yaer said. Ernst gave him a grateful look, nodded slightly, leaned against the railing and closed his eyes.

This is a moment of rest for Ernst Shivaash.

However, the time for relaxation is always short.

After a short three to five minutes, Ernst opened his eyes again, took a long breath, thanked Yaer, and invited her:

"Would you like to go down and dance? Dancing the first dance with your female partner is the custom of aristocratic balls."

“I’m not very good at it.” Ya’er said frankly, “I do know a little bit about Shelag’s sacrificial dance.”

Ernst laughed and shook his head, "It's okay, I will."

"If that is your wish,"

Yaer shrugged, walked forward, and imitated the dancers downstairs, stretched out her hand, and gently placed it on Ernst's hand.

"please."

"please."

Chapter 168: Duke of Caister: You are the Holy Son?

Victoria, Duchy of Castile, dinner.

There were dozens of round tables in the huge banquet hall, and all of them were occupied by the nobles of Victoria. This was the power of the Duke of Caster.

Just the maids and guards coming and going, at a glance, there are more than a hundred people. According to the evaluation of the mace, these guards and maids have extremely stable legs and steady steps. When they serve tea, even the tea does not shake at all. Not to say that all of them are top masters, at least they are extraordinary. This is the power of the Duke of Caister.

With all the forces combined, there were not many people who could sit at the same table with the Duke of Caster. Even the "Viscount Walton" who had come to test him last night did not receive this "honor" and could only sit at another table slightly closer to the Duke of Caster.

"Obviously, this is putting pressure on us. Don't be nervous. Just treat it with a normal mind."

Amid the clinking of glasses, Enthiotis lowered his voice and reminded Ernst beside him, and Yaer who was a little further away.

As he said this, he straightened the napkin on his chest, forced a relieved smile on his tense face, and boasted without looking away,

"Don't worry about me. I've attended many Victorian aristocratic banquets. This scene is nothing to me!"

The man who was expertly cutting a piece of Eastern Country's carefully selected beast of burden meat didn't even raise his mace, but just glanced sideways and rolled his eyes at him.

Enthyodius, who are you talking to?