Chapter 193: Volume 4 - 1 Downplaying the Issue_3
How to deliver flattery in a crisp, loud, sweet, and touching way is exactly Fatty’s skill. Adding to that, this scoundrel seems to have an honest and sincere demeanor, speaking straightforwardly as if every word is from the bottom of his heart. When he spoke these words, the effect was astonishing. George had heard many compliments, but this sincere praise from such a straightforward Fatty was a first; it had already surpassed the realm of flattery and directly ascended to the height of facts.
George laughed heartily, feeling so connected with this Fatty. He pulled Fatty toward the ballroom, constantly showing affection and concern along the way, as if they were two old friends reunited after a long separation. It was as if they had finally found a soulmate in the vast sea of people! As if heroes meeting and appreciating each other. Especially the excitement, admiration, and reverence in Fatty’s eyes made George extremely pleased. Today was indeed his lucky day!
One was walking with graceful humility, the other was flattering with honest sincerity, as they slowly walked into the splendid Red Leaf Mountain Castle. The ball was about to begin. As the Crown Prince, George had to give a congratulatory speech for Stephen at the ball, while Fatty needed to change his attire. The two reluctantly said their goodbyes, promising to go hunting together when they had free time before each walking away, both grinning from ear to ear.
Fatty stretched his almost numb smiling face and carefully observed the interior of the castle. This palace-like building perfectly embodied the word luxury. Any more decoration would be wasteful. The so-called ’add one bit more would be excessive, decrease one bit would be lack.’ Luxury and extravagant aren’t the same adjectives. This palace, no matter from which angle you look at it, was flawless. Elegance, nobility, magnificence, grandiosity, deservedly the most beautiful garden-style castle of Gazalin.
The ballroom’s arrangement was splendid, with a dreamy atmosphere. When Fatty changed and entered the ballroom, the prologue had already begun. The main character of the ball, Stephen, was leading the first dance with his mother. All the nobles formed a circle in the center of the hall, occasionally clapping elegantly for the wonderful dance steps of Stephen and the 3rd Imperial Princess Consort.
In fairy tales, castles usually appear alongside princes, princesses, and knights, and at this moment, there were three genuine princes in this castle. The three princes of the Royal Morton Family naturally became the focal points of the ball. Not only were their backgrounds illustrious, but also whether in appearance, learning, cultivation, and talent, they were foremost figures among the Gazalin Nobles. Unmarried princes of this caliber naturally became the objects of pursuit for noble ladies.
Such a ball was undoubtedly the most top-notch, with the highest-ranking princes, the most beautiful noble ladies, the best wine, the most melodious music, the most enthusiastic atmosphere, the most splendid arrangement. Enough to make anyone present feel like they were in paradise.
But Fatty, finally finding Ann Lei, was very angry. He didn’t feel the fairytale atmosphere at all. Princesses and princes, in his eyes, were all bullshit. The current atmosphere felt more like "Liaozhai." That elegant and humorous Bruce, standing next to Ann Lei, was like a damned fox spirit!