After the big boss is reborn at full level [Comprehensive]

As giotto expected, the banquet is a place full of hypocrisy.

The nobles were drinking and drinking, and they didn't care about how miserable the people outside are living today.

G said softly: "It's disgusting, I really want to get out of here quickly, even if I go back and listen to that crybaby, Lan Bao, it's better than being here."

Giotto lowered his eyes, calm in his blue eyes, shaking the champagne in his hand.

Indeed, their experience at this banquet was extremely unpleasant. When Giotto walked into the banquet, the new lord stepped forward and pulled him over with enthusiasm, and introduced him to everyone with great fanfare. , is now the leader of the security group.

Then Giotto received the astonished and contemptuous gazes of a group of nobles.

That's right, the son of a former great nobleman was willing to degenerate, mixed with people in the slums, and established some kind of guard group. Although he had force, he was shamed by the nobles. In the eyes of the nobles, those so-called guard groups, guard groups , are the guys who influence their rule.

The poor people that these nobles look down on are Giotto's partners, his precious family members, existences that need to be protected. Not only do they despise Giotto, but Giotto also despises them in his heart.

If he didn't want to get some information at this banquet, he didn't want to come here to fight with them.

Afterwards, the fat lord was still chatting with Giotto, the words were very enthusiastic. Giotto wanted to find a corner to cat and avoid the eyes and whispers of the nobles, but because of a name in the mouth of the fat lord, he just stood there and listened to him. Say all the words.

The new lord named Kasapa learned from nowhere that the former Grand Duke Vengley had invited Earl Phantom Hein as his son's etiquette teacher.

Even though the Vongola family has fallen now, it is a relationship after all. Kazapa seems to want to curry favor with that great nobleman, so he has been talking cordially with Giotto.

"It turns out that Giotto once learned etiquette from that lord. No wonder he has stayed in the slums for many years and still retains such an excellent appearance. Ah, I don't mean to offend, but recently Count Phantom Hein was appointed to be the commander of the army in South Sicily. I wonder if Giotto, as a student, should go to congratulate you? As long as you have the intention, brother, I, Kazapa, will do my best to help you..."

This is really good information. Earl Phantomhain...has he become the commander of the army?

When he heard the news, Giotto was not very surprised. His father once said when he was still alive that he was a political genius. His talent, appearance and personality.

Since 1825, he has been the count of the Kingdom of Two Sicilies and the head of the king's intelligence department. He has always been the most trusted subordinate of the former King Francesco I. Powerful young nobleman.

One year before his death, Francesco I even gave the young count a duke-like territory, making him a high-ranking nobleman.

It is a pity that Francesco died on the throne after only five years on the throne, and was succeeded by the new king Ferdinand II. However, it is surprising that the new king also trusted the count's ability and even let him manage With an army of 2 men.

Giotto paused, then refused: "I haven't seen the teacher for many years, it's better not to bother him."

At this sentence, Kazapa's face changed slightly. After a few words of persuasion to no avail, he showed a sullen look, and left Giotto to go elsewhere.

The neglect of the host of the banquet was so obvious, so Giotto got more ridicule and ironic eyes, but it didn't matter, he stood here to attract enough eyes, so that they had no time to pay attention to other places.

After a while, a puff of purple smoke loomed around him: "Vengley, it seems that your situation is not very good."

"D?"

Giotto asked calmly, "Have you got it?"

"Ah, Kasapa secretly traded a batch of sulfur with the Omar family, but the real goods are a batch of weapons. The Omar family and the old housekeeper you killed two years ago are from the same background, and they are both contractors. Rising, gaining wealth by backlashing against his own master, but now he is not satisfied with being a landlord, and has started to smuggle and smuggle some sulfur, they are all disgusting guys."

"Aisa was innocently killed because he accidentally saw their transaction. We must not let this matter go!"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed young man narrowed his eyes: "Go back quickly when you get the information, don't leave any traces, I will meet you after the banquet, be careful."

"Of course, but are you okay? You have obviously hooked up with the revolutionaries with Simon and those guys, but now your teacher has become the leader of the army under the king's command."

Giotto gave a light drink: "demon!"

"Oh, angry? It's really scary. In short, I'm going to investigate the time and place where Omar and Kasapa joined. The security team needs money and weapons now. It will be of great benefit if they can intercept it. Your side Do something spectacular and let me relax."

With these words, the clear smoke dissipated, and the partner who was always sharp and mean had left.

Giotto pinched the bridge of his nose, and felt that the team was not easy to lead again. He really wanted to end this terrible trip early, go back and squat on the steps by the door with bread to vent, but no, because of the dead partner Aisa, For the benefit, he still has to stand here.

Even, he had to do something, just to make it easier for his partner to lurk, instead of being shot to death by Kazapa's manor guards.

Sighing softly, he stepped up to the band and said, "perrymontague."

The musicians looked at each other, and one of them said: "Sir, this is not the dance music that a noble banquet should have."

"I insist, as a guest, I hope to hear this piece." Giotto smiled slightly.

A young violinist scratched his head and pulled out the prelude to this piece. The other musicians saw that the young and reckless player had already started, and finally decided not to go against the guest's wishes.

As a result, the style of music in the ballroom changed. Everyone watched Giotto walk onto the dance floor with a glass of wine. He raised his hand with a smile and looked around, as if he was looking for a suitable dance partner.

This young man has charming blond hair, a handsome face and an elegant temperament. If you don't know his identity, you don't know how many noble girls will be fascinated by him.

However, at this moment, there is no lady who dares to step forward and dance with a lowly slum noble.

G watched his friend and leader walk around the center of the ballroom with a calm expression, but no one accepted his invitation, and his heart twitched.

"Giotto, what are you doing?"

Their situation here is already very embarrassing, why should they take the initiative to do such self-defeating things.

Giotto circled for nearly 1 minute, but still no lady accepted his invitation to dance. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was still ready to dance for another 2 minutes with a thick skin.

At this moment, the sound of heels touching the ground sounded. Giotto turned his head and saw a beautiful lady stepping out of the crowd and coming to him.

She has a petite figure and amazing beauty, she looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pink crinoline dress, long dark hair tied into double ponytails, her face is cold and calm.

The girl looked at Giotto, raised her skirt and saluted, and raised her golden eyes.

Grateful flashed across Giotto's eyes, he stepped forward, clasped her right hand with his left hand, wrapped her back with his right hand, and slid onto the dance floor with the girl.

It is at this time that the music enters the most suitable melody for roundabout.

The blond gentleman lowered his head, his jaw was only a tiny distance away from the girl's forehead, they stepped, twirled, and staggered out of dance steps.

In fact, it wasn’t long before Giotto learned the dance steps. It can also be said that during the years of growing up in the slums, he was still able to read and read, which was already the result of the hard work of his seriously ill mother.

But the girl's dance steps are very skillful. Giotto knows that he is the one to be led in this dance, but he is still very grateful to this kind lady who is willing to step forward.

When the music went to the highest point, he lifted the girl's waist and led her to draw a circle in the air. The skirt spread out like a blooming rose.

The girl let go of his hand, and spun alone and bent over, Giotto also smiled and bowed to her.

Sparse applause resounded in the ballroom, and Giotto raised his head and mouthed silent thanks to her, but the girl ignored him, just turned around and left.

Afterwards, the banquet resumed its original pace, and Giotto retreated back to the corner, G walked to him and said in a low voice: "D has already got the things and left."

The young leader of Vengley lowered his head and smiled: "Really, that's good... By the way, G, do you know who that girl is?"

G looked at him strangely, and shrugged: "When you were dancing, I went to inquire about it. It is the niece of Viscountess Whateley who came from the country. Her name is Charlie Idiot. Her father is a cloth Merchant, what? Don't tell me you fell in love with a little girl at first sight."

Giotto shook his head again and again: "No! How is that possible! She looks only about 13 years old, I just..."

"It's just that I think she is very kind."

It was as if we had met each other a long time ago.

At this moment, there was a gunshot, accompanied by loud screams, and after a while, a servant ran out.

He panicked and shouted: "It's not good! Master Kasapa... was killed!"

There was an uproar at the scene. While crying, Mrs. Kazapa asked the guards of the manor to surround the place, saying that they would search the body one by one to find the murder weapon and investigate the murderer.

Then several nobles with higher titles stood up and protested. They were all people of status, how could they allow lowly servants to touch their bodies?Especially there are many women here who can't accept this.

This is an insult!

Although Giotto was also full of puzzles at this time, he was relatively relaxed. After all, he was dancing when the incident happened. He couldn't dance while killing Kazapa, so he was innocent.

Then the nobles testified against each other, saying that they were all on the scene when the incident happened, and no one had time to commit the crime.

One of the aristocratic wives sarcastically satirized Mrs. Kasapa: "Ma'am, why do you keep accusing us? Don't you think it is more likely that this matter was done by someone inside Kasapa? After all, this manor The previous owner died in love."

Mrs. Casapa's face was reddened by these words, and she argued with others angrily. After another half an hour, the police arrived here, and the nobles left one after another, not wanting to go into this muddy water again.

giotto and G encountered embarrassing things together.

They came here in the carriage sent by Master Kazapa before, but now that Kazapa is dead and the night is getting late, should they walk back together?

The two young men looked at each other, and finally Giotto scratched his head: "Then, let's go back and forget it."

G rolled his eyes: "I have to say, today's banquet is really terrible. I received a lot of blank stares and ridicules, and I didn't even have enough food. Now I have to walk dozens of miles back with my legs."

But they still laughed together.

At this moment, a simple carriage stopped by the side of the road, the window was opened, and a lady waved to them: "Young people, is there no one to pick you up? Do you want a ride? I can send you to town."

Giotto recognized that this was the lady who satirized Mrs. Casapa before. She smiled very kindly at this time, and there was no contempt for them in her eyes, which made Giotto feel very comfortable.

He always trusted his intuition, and he really didn't want to walk home this late at night, so he thanked him quickly, and pulled G into the carriage together.

However, as soon as he got into the car, he found a familiar lady sitting beside the lady.

She was wearing a snow-white fur coat, with a peaceful expression, she was looking sideways at the night outside the window, and when she saw Giotto and G getting into the car, she just nodded casually.

The lady raised her eyebrows at Giotto: "Xia Li asked me to park the car. My precious niece just came from the countryside. She has never been used to social situations and has few friends. Today, Mr. Giotto is willing to take her to dance. I am overwhelmed." gratitude."

Giotto looked at the girl's side face, and a feeling of closeness was naturally born in his heart, and he replied a little embarrassedly: "No, it's me who should say thank you."

"Thank you, Miss Edeo."

Hearing this, the girl turned her head and glanced at him, the corner of her mouth curled up in an elegant arc.

She said softly, "You're welcome."