The Sin of Ludwigs

Chapter 14 Prom

Even by the standards of an aristocratic girl's expected first social ball appearance, Anne's ball appearance was quite a success.

If you have to make a metaphor, it is probably that among a group of water fairies, Artemis, the goddess of hunting, suddenly appeared. She does not need to compete with the goddess of beauty, Aphrodite, because the two are completely different. style, but she already has an overwhelming advantage among the water fairies, and her domineering and just-right arrogance, like a true noble lady, further strengthens her inherent wildness that other maids will never possess The beauty is enough to arouse the fanatical pursuit and curiosity of any playboy.

Obviously, the object of Anne's challenge - the Frigu maids represented by Erica were completely caught off guard. The bumpkin, at night, is already a qualified and unruly lady. She can deftly deal with all kinds of challenges, either flattering or malicious, and can use the hand in her hand like a Spanish-born maid. The fan conveys subtle emotions of disdain, interest or disinterest, or even provocation. In the face of male servants' invitation to dance or pursuit, the etiquette gesture in every move can be completely as good as any female waitress. Even better than them.

Among the beauties wearing French-style or French-style dresses, Anne in English-style tote is undoubtedly quite conspicuous. Not only did she not feel pressured by this specialness, but she enjoyed it very much—as if She is just like the English bride who should have appeared at the ball at this time but did not appear for special reasons!

Obviously, Anne's strategy was extremely successful. She really took the proper place of the English bride, thus making herself an alternative focus at the ball, and making the men's eyes chase her unconsciously.

This time I had no role at the ball—after all, if I were there, in what capacity?If it is a servant, old David himself has to consider whether I will grab a noble at the ball and tell my origin aloud; if it is a guest, it is too ridiculous.

Therefore, a few days ago, the old David gave me only one task: to stay in any part of Earl Elvis's room on the right wing. In short, unless there is no other way, don't appear in front of the earl or any guests!

Old David was thoughtful, but he obviously forgot one thing - for a playboy who has taken fun as the highest standard of life for more than 20 years, as long as he wants, nothing can stop him from flourishing curiosity.After all, to win the hearts of noble ladies and young ladies not only requires a bright mind and quick eloquence, but also a certain degree of physical fitness, so as to easily break through the deep boudoir whose defense is comparable to a fortress.

What is even more satisfying is that, like any noble mansion in Ludwigsburg, there are some unknown passages in some unknown places, such as a well-designed small staircase. , a room that is completely insignificant from the outside. These passages and places are often reserved for certain characters who are inconvenient to enter from the living room or the formal staircase. Thanks to them, I was able to avoid the eyes of others. Witnessed certain scenes under the circumstances, including the undercurrent between Viscountess Lester and Beatrix, and Anne's brilliant appearance.

After confirming that Annie had indeed achieved her desired effect, I slipped back to the study on the right wing from the small staircase, took an English book describing the customs and habits of Eastern India, and hid in the innermost part of the study. A small room for the owner to rest—although the owner of the study has not been here for a long time, the buckskin sofa inside is still covered with clean and warm blankets, which is just what I like—then close the door and go into the sofa Lie down, since old David forbids me to appear in front of anyone, then I can just hide and read a book obediently!

Unfortunately, in addition to recording the customs and habits of that mysterious colony in the East, the book I took also described the way the British ruled the East India and a shocking barbaric custom in that country. I learned from the context and I guessed left and right in the pattern provided, and finally guessed that it was a terrible custom of widow burial called "Sati". Thinking of the shadow of death that may loom over him at any time, he held the book in a daze for a while, then suddenly shivered.

What a bad omen!

Well now, all the interest in reading was thrown into the East India, I simply threw it on the sofa as a pillow, then rolled up the blanket halfway around myself, blew out the candles, and went to sleep.

This sleep was extremely restless, and in my dream I seemed to have returned to the residence of Ludwigsburg, and heard Viscountess Edmund reprimanding the laundress for not washing a spot of wine on her silk underwear. Stain, when she is angry she speaks less fast but with more retroflex; servants beat their livery under the eaves with a dull "puff" sound; After using the ribbon for three days, I replaced it with a new one, and when it was bound, it made a unique sound when the silk was torn——huh?

Thinking about it afterwards, I must have fallen asleep at the time, so I went to light the candle when I was awakened by the sound and dazed for a while, then opened the door of the small room and walked out.

——I didn't realize at the time that the sound of silk rubbing and tearing was not an illusion in a dream, but the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Naturally, after I opened the door of the small room, the two figures entangled in the outside room were greatly frightened, and the extremely sticky French with tongue rolling stopped abruptly, and after a few seconds of stunned, the woman screamed , grabbed the shawl and pushed away the man who was on him and ran away.

On the contrary, the man who was pushed away was quite calm. He even tidied up his clothes very calmly, straightened out the crooked whalebone collar, and at the same time complained in French in a very friendly tone: "When did you have an extra hiding place?" What about the habit of observing others behind their backs? It took me a lot of effort to win the favor of a beauty, and now you have messed everything up."

Probably because I came out of the small room in the study, this man—one of the earl's guests, who seems to be named Baron George Fred—maybe thought it was the outburst of Earl Ian's bad nature, and deliberately hid in it. To scare them, that's why he said something that seemed to be complaining and showing off; but he soon realized that something was wrong, and when he saw that I was not the earl's dazzling blond hair under the candlelight, he let out a "huh" , turned around and went to get the candle on the candle holder in his hand.

When the baron was walking towards me, I really wanted to take advantage of the inconvenience of the candle in his hand and run away, but the baron seemed to have planned it long ago, and his course of action completely blocked the passage between me and the door.

"I thought it was Earl Ian resting inside, but it turned out to be a little beauty I hadn't seen before... I should have an impression of a black-haired beauty, why didn't I seem to see you today? You also ran out of the ball Is it?"

Little beauty?

I froze for a moment, seeing that I was silent, the Baron held the candle a little closer to me, I turned my head uncomfortably, and then saw his thoughtful expression under the candlelight.

"Don't you know French? Are you from England?"

He used French for the first half of the sentence and English for the second half.

Seeing that I still didn't speak, he softened his voice again: "Please don't be afraid, you must be the lady who came with the cruise ship? My great-grandmother is also from England. Your black hair and brown eyes are so beautiful. You are really England." It's a rare color among women!"

This time, it's all in English.

In a blink of an eye, I suddenly understood - this Baron Fred knew who the ball was for tonight, he knew about the mailing of the bride, and he regarded me as the English bride who was hidden by the Earl!

The direct reason should be that my hair is too long - I haven't trimmed my hair since I came to the Old World - when I was in Ludwigsburg, the hair of the nobles had to be cut by a professional barber. I was groomed regularly, and after coming to Kollak and seeing the "craft" of the footmen and even the niggers, I wouldn't let anyone touch my hair, although it kept my poor Hairstyles, however, have resulted in my hair growing longer and longer, and my naturally slightly curly ends certainly add a punch to the illusion.

People in the upper class have no less sense of "our own people" than hunting dogs, just like I will never mistake those male servants of Earl Ian-even though they are also luxuriously dressed and expensive-for their own people, the baron also He will never mistake me for a servant or attendant, and he must have seen all the distinguished guests today—after thinking about it this way, it is indeed the "English bride who actually came to the earl's side but was hidden" The most said It makes sense, after all, who would expect a nobleman who is not a guest to appear in the manor!

As for the men's clothes I'm wearing - don't forget, Earl Ian likes to let his maids wear French-style men's clothes to accompany him to have fun. The baron must know this habit of the Earl, so he just ignored this detail.

At the moment when I wanted to understand, I decided to let the illusion of the baron continue-I lowered my head slightly, letting the shadow of the flickering candle cover my Adam's apple, and curtseyed to him in the British style.

For a man, being hit by another man in an affair and being hit by another woman are two completely different concepts. The former may cause death in anger, but the latter is just a good thing A little adjustment in the relationship may even be the beginning of another romantic affair.

Baron Fred was obviously more excited when he saw me salute him, and he held out his hand: "Where is your room? Please let me take you back, it is not a lady to walk through the darkness alone The character a nobleman should have."

Although the words are high-sounding, but from the way he has been staring at my face, I don't need to guess, I can know what this playboy is thinking-after all, I used to be one of this kind of people-from the vigilant Snatching a lamb from the mouth of a lion, or stealing golden apples from an orchard guarded by a giant, such things cannot be more exciting in a dull life.

I lowered my voice as much as possible and imitated a neutral female voice and said in English: "I have to go back, I can't let others find out, if you would like to listen to my story, please go to the seventh place on the right side of the third staircase in the left wing later. Come to me, and I sincerely pray that you understand my plight."

Just kidding, let this guy send me off, as long as I walk into the brightly lit corridor, I will immediately reveal my secrets, okay!

Baron Fred showed an expression that could be called "broken heartbroken", that way, he was willing to send him to hell immediately: "Please rest assured, no matter what obstacles there are, I will definitely appear in front of you! "

I bowed to him again, then passed in front of him with my head lowered as much as possible, walked around the tall bookshelf, opened the carved door and went out. I blew out the candles, and walked back to the small room where I live now through a hidden small staircase.

As for the seventh room on the right of the third staircase in the left wing that I said to the baron—there is no room at all on the right of the third staircase in the left wing, only a large prayer room, may the evil thoughts of this baron be in the glory of the Lord Forgive me, Amen!

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