Chapter 62: The Neglected Princess

“It feels so embarrassing.”

In the magnificent banquet hall, feeling the frequent strange looks from all around, Graya lowered his head in shame.

But Lin En, who was wearing a sharp-beaked crow mask, didn't seem to think so.

He held a drink in his hand, inserted the straw into the eyes of the crow mask, and sipped it.

"Anyway, I'm wearing a mask, so even if it's embarrassing, it's your Augusta family who's embarrassed."

He said cheerfully.

At the same time, his eyes glanced around imperceptibly.

The dinner party has already begun.

People were coming and going in the hall, and on the stage in the center, musicians were playing beautiful dance music.

The long dining table next to it was covered with an exquisite patterned tablecloth and placed with expensive silver candlesticks. There were steaks, desserts, fruits and other cold foods for everyone to take.

The number of guests who had arrived, not including the waiters, was probably over two hundred.

The scene was quite grand.

The entire Tyreus mansion was magnificent, with crystal lamps on the ceiling casting bright yellow light and tiles on the floor embroidered with gorgeous gold patterns.

Although the dancing time had not yet arrived, people were scattered around the hall on the first floor in groups of three or four, chatting with champagne in hand.

As for Her Royal Highness the Princess, she was greeted by several daughters and noble ladies of the Tyrus family as soon as she entered the door.

The imagined scene of being ostracized did not happen.

After all, these people are from duke families, and Yvesette is a royal family.

As long as you don't take off the mask, etiquette will still be maintained.

"That's the bishop of the Tianli Church who is in charge of the Orne City Diocese." At this moment, Graya beside him suddenly lowered his voice and said, "His name is Moselle Brandi. He is the most famous invisible dignitary in the area. It is said that he is deeply involved with many nobles in the imperial capital."

Lin En looked at the middle-aged man in the clerical robe, thoughtfully.

At this moment, the lights in the manor suddenly dimmed a little, and then focused on the corridor on the third floor.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a middle-aged man with a heroic appearance and wearing a military uniform standing at the edge of the stairs.

He looked to be about forty years old, with black hair combed back, a strong build, and countless medals of honor on the chest of his military uniform.

Baile Tirvus, the organizer of this dinner, is also the head of the Tirvus family.

He glanced around with authority.

Seeing that everyone was silent and looking at him nervously, Duke Tyrvus suddenly smiled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this charity fundraising gala." His voice was very loud. "I hope you have fun and drink happily in this long night."

"And for all the ladies and gents out there who are still single, I have only one request."

“Get rid of being single!”

"Enjoy the dinner and the dance later!"

As he spoke, he raised his glass and drank it all.

The atmosphere of the dinner party instantly became lively and reached its climax.

Then, Duke Tyreus walked down the stairs, picked up another glass of wine from the waiter's tray, and walked slowly among the crowd.

Sometimes he stopped to greet a lady, sometimes he talked in a low voice with a nobleman, and sometimes they smiled at each other.

Although he is a soldier, he is deeply rooted in the upper echelons of the empire and is naturally familiar with this.

But after Lynn looked at it for a while, he realized something was wrong.

Logically speaking, even if the most distinguished guest tonight is not Yvessite, she should at least be ranked among the top few.

But this old man had already exchanged several glasses of wine and had a pleasant chat with many local nobles in Orne City. Even if he was not familiar with them, he at least greeted them.

But the only one missing was Her Royal Highness the Princess.

From beginning to end, he never took the initiative to talk to her.

Lynn couldn't help but look at Yvesette who was standing with the women.

Although she was still responding to the conversations of the people around her from time to time, Lin En, who was familiar with her character, detected a hint of coldness in her red eyes.

Obviously, Yvesette also saw the hidden meaning of Duke Tyrvus's action.

Sending you an invitation and being courteous is a sign of aristocratic courtesy and respect for the royal family.

But as a soldier, he didn't want to get involved with Wang Xuan and take sides so early.

Or maybe, he simply doesn't think highly of Ivester.

No matter which answer she got, it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Do you feel like the temperature around you has dropped a bit?"

Graya suddenly said.

"hehe."

Time flies.

Soon, the dinner was halfway through.

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Looking at the donation box that was pushed up in the middle of the hall, everyone fell silent.

Obviously, what follows is the highlight of the night.

They all knew that the Tyreus family was not really unable to afford the pension for the disabled soldiers.

I'm just using this as an excuse to test some things.

Or perhaps, it is urging some of the people to take sides.

Looking at the silent crowd, Duke Tyrvus pretended not to hear: "Ladies and gentlemen, the next part is the charity fundraising session. Thank you for your generosity tonight. On behalf of the more than 20,000 disabled soldiers in the military, I would like to pay my sincere respects to you."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly in front of everyone.

For a moment, everyone fell silent and looked around, as if ready to observe what others were doing.

Obviously, no one wants to be the first to take action.

The power in Orne City is so complicated that any one move can affect the entire body. Any two families may have extremely deep interests in the relationship.

How could they not see that Duke Tyrvus's move was to ask them to submit their loyalty? But once they were the first to do so, their happy days in Orne City would be over. When they left, they would definitely be suppressed and excluded by the forces of the entire city.

After all, the taxes owed over the years added up to an extremely terrifying astronomical figure.

If we really want them to make up for all of them, it will definitely cause a lot of damage.

Instead of cutting flesh and bones, it is better to form a group and let Duke Tyrus, the fierce dragon crossing the river, taste the power of the local snake.

What's more, even if they want to be the first to take action, it is not their turn.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Duke Tyrvus narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he understood something.

“Pah pah pah!!!”

Accompanied by the sudden applause, everyone's attention was drawn to the direction where the sound came from.

Looking at the middle-aged man in the church robes, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

Bishop Moser walked through the crowd, clapping his hands and showing a look of respect.

"I've heard that the Duke cares about the soldiers. Today, I saw that he is indeed worthy of his reputation. I admire him very much."

"Although Orne City is located on the border and the Tianli Church is having a hard time here, out of humanitarian concern for the soldiers defending their country, I will donate 5,000 gold coins to the military on behalf of this diocese."

As he spoke, he put an envelope in his hand into the donation box.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Duke Tyrvus said calmly.

In terms of fundraising, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but he did not show the slightest joy.

At the same time, applause of praise rang out in the hall.

Moser heard the noise behind him, gestured to them to be quiet, and then looked at Duke Tyreus with a sincere expression.

"In addition, I have a gift for Mr. Duke and all the guests present."

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