Half-elf Notebook

Central District, Noble Club.

Shu Xi arrived at the banquet venue as it were, the Snowfield Noble Club, which was once the best reception center in Lei Shi City.

They were divided into two rows and looked on by servants who saluted them respectfully.

Except for a top hat with an unknown gem sewn on it, he was still wearing a black robe and walked into the hall along with the nobles and wealthy businessmen who were present.

"Is this the emergency installation of heat pipes that ignited a dozen fireplaces?"

Feeling the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the huge building, Shu Xi subconsciously loosened the buttons on the collar of his mage robe.

To ensure lightness and comfort.

When he designed this magical weapon, he deliberately added a magic array to effectively maintain body temperature.

This is a rare asset when it comes to coping with harsh winters.

But at this time it is inevitable that the wearer will feel uncomfortable.

It was my mistake not to consider the change.

After all, it was a banquet attended by the princess. Socially, we couldn't let all the distinguished guests wrap themselves up like bears at the banquet and only engage in basic social boasting...

Besides, there are many young people who are ready to dance with the pearl tonight...

Shu Xi thought with a wry smile.

As for the heating equipment, it is probably not a wood-burning fireplace that every ordinary person can afford.

Instead, it is a magic item engraved with the power of "heating".

For most nobles, diligence and thrift are unfamiliar terms.

Choosing the best and never choosing second best is almost a motto reflected in their lives.

They know very well how to reflect and improve their own value beyond etiquette and education.

This is the disadvantage.

It is also an effective social method discovered by the upper class of society.

"It will take 17 or 18 just to cover the hall."

Shu Xi rubbed his chin and made a silent comment.

He could guess who it was and ordered his servants to search the guilds, associations and black markets to buy the "heating" magic item.

Thinking of the Viscount, the old city lord looked at his family's financial report with a headache.

Shu Xi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and he felt indescribably happy in his heart.

"You deserve it because you're always so stingy!"

Although the new faction later compensated him with assets equivalent to about 50,000 gold coins, he was still furious when he thought of those 5,000 gold coins.

Shu Xi asked the maid who was serving drinks for a glass of champagne.

In fact, he prefers cigarettes, the kind with good quality tobacco.

However, there were many ladies and noble families present, so he had to go outside.

The banquet is not far from starting. If you draw halfway, you will miss the appearance of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

That would be really rude and disrespectful.

A baron who thinks tobacco is more precious than the jewel of the kingdom?

A tobacco addict who discredits the nobility?

After tonight, how would the aristocratic circle evaluate him... He didn't even dare to think about it.

Just as Shu Xi was sipping the champagne in his glass out of boredom.

A nobleman in a straight tuxedo, holding a cane inlaid with diamonds and gold edges, with a few wrinkles on his forehead symbolizing the years, greeted him:

"Good evening, Baron Wayne, how are you?"

"Good evening, Mr. Viscount Mondchi. You are as healthy as ever."

Shu Xi smiled and took off his hat in salute.

It is aristocratic social etiquette to pay respect to any nobleman in a high position.

Although he is not good at it, Shu Xi does not hesitate to do so if it can avoid unnecessary trouble in social situations.

While making the movements, he observed Viscount Mondchi's every move and expression with a gaze and perception that was imperceptible to ordinary people.

"He has relaxed his vigilance. It seems he is not here to cause trouble... That's great."

In Shu Xi's view, the gathering of various aristocratic factions was like a damn private college ball game.

In addition to inviting wavering nobles to join their factions and marrying up with the upper nobles, they would do two other things.

Spying and looking for trouble.

Spying is easy to understand and means exactly what it says.

This could be to confirm the truth of a certain aristocratic scandal.

The node of the opponent's faction's plan.

The second way is to comment on other people's clothing and etiquette, or make some small actions to provoke, in order to induce the nobles of the other faction to behave inappropriately.

In Shu Xi's own opinion, this is no different from the thugs wandering around in the slums.

The former occurs more frequently, while the latter generally only appears at grand banquets and social dances.

The purpose is to stir up the likes and dislikes of the nobles other than the conservatives and the new faction.

Even royal ones.

This has nothing to do with rationality, morality, or intelligence.

"Don't you want to go and take a look at the front?"

Viscount Mondchi glanced at the nobles, merchants, and family heirs who came with him, and suggested to Shu Xi:

"Balls are the essence of socializing, and outstanding ladies and young ladies are waiting for their partners, Baron Wayne."

“It’s not often that you get the chance to invite the Pearl of the Kingdom to dance a piece.”

"Please don't mock me, a shabby nobleman in his thirties. This is a stage for young people, just like the politics and kingdom of the future."

Shu Xi raised the champagne in his hand at the right time, smiled and said.

After another meaningless exchange of pleasantries, the Viscount took the lead in saying goodbye and walked towards the center of the hall with his men.

As one of the few viscounts present, it was necessary for him to show up and host the banquet.

In fact, even Shu Xi found it strange that this old man Mondchi did not need to come and greet him.

"Forget it. Prediction and thinking are things that strategists and military strategists are good at."

Shu Xi turned around and put down his wine glass:

"I am just a poor magician and guard who was invited by luck. I can only pray that I am the one who eats the food that the beauties at the ball don't fancy tonight."

He picked up the silver plates stacked on the dining table and began to pick up the food.

At the same time, classical music suddenly sounded, and the light of the magic mine lamps gradually went out, until only a few lamps in the center and connecting to the second floor marble steps remained.

In the leisurely symphony, under countless gazes.

A young girl walked down slowly from it. Her long golden hair, which was originally tied up, now naturally fell to her waist, like a golden wave that swayed with her steps.

Strings of silver ornaments and various gemstones were wrapped around her neck and collarbone.

Under the light, Xu shines brightly, like a shining star next to the bright moon.

With that beautiful face that was intentionally lightly made up.

There is an indescribable sense of luxurious charm, yet a contradictory beauty that is low-key and restrained.

With her eyebrows lowered, she looked more like a little bird than the servants behind her.

The young nobles and hereditary heirs below couldn't help but loosen their collars and straighten their clothes.

If these little lambs just now obeyed their parents and clan elders in arranging marriages.

Now they are more or less like wolf cubs that have set their sights on their prey.

Although this has nothing to do with Shu Xi on the periphery.

During the short "lights out" period, he had already picked up a good plate of delicious food.