Chapter 92: Morris De Brosa
In high society, parties and galas always showcased the lavishness enjoyed by the upper class. Although these events have been criticized by the majority of the lower classes, they serve a purpose. Nobles go to great lengths to display their power and wealth in order to establish connections with other powerful people, further expanding their reach and influence through friendships, alliances, and even marriages.
Such a concept differed greatly from that of the lower classes. Even though the basics of any human-based relationship are still powered by mutual benefit, the approach taken by the nobles is more pragmatic and always serves their agendas. The lower classes would always see the upper classes as ruthless and power-hungry, while the upper classes would always see the lower classes as lazy and impractical.
House Moore was a typical noble house in that regard. While they rarely host parties in comparison to their De Clare friends, a party hosted by the Moores is akin to a science fair. Whereas the De Clares gather artists and musicians, the Moores gather scientists and artificers.
Still, there was this particular artist who was never interested in any invitation sent by House De Clare, but once he received an invitation from House Moore, he abandoned all that he was working on and crossed the sea between Albion’s mainland and Great Elgard to attend that party.
That man is none other than the world-famous Morris De Brosa.
Morris De Brosa was the artist of his time. While young and in his late twenties, he had achieved great strides in every field. A painter, an engineer, an adventurer, and a seafarer, his achievements were many, and his name was known as the most talented in all of Albion.
The latest work of that man was purchased by one of his most fervent admirers, Count Julian Moore, whose daughter bought the "Ladies of the Woods" painting for a record price, which made Morris a very happy and rich man. Officially, that was the reason Morris De Brosa was heading to the party this evening.
Unofficially...
"Are you sure you can’t tag along? I am not familiar with anyone here, Mr. Red." said the young man wearing a rich suit that felt a bit alien to the general fashion style of Elgard.
He was as dashing as the rumors carried him to be, with long, brown, wavy hair with clear brown eyes, and a light beard. A gilded pistol was tucked in his expensive silk sash, with a decorated curved saber hanging from his coat’s tail.
"As much as I wish to enter this place one more time, I don’t want to see how much it has changed. Mr. Green will meet you inside and be your guide."