Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 232 [Enjoy to Your Heart's Content]

Within the palace.

Magnificent.

The sheer luxury of the interior alone is enough to show how much the current king dotes on his youngest daughter.

Ethan didn't know much about interior design, but he had recently moved and bought carpets.

At the time, the shopkeeper strongly recommended a custom-made piece made from the fur of the Ice Bear from the northern ice plains of the Old World. It needed to be ordered two months in advance, and the shopkeeper dared to ask for 100,000 gold Ryan just for a small piece to be laid on the coffee table in Ethan's living room.

Inside the palace, such carpets stretched from the entrance to the deepest part of the palace.

Not to mention the dishes filled with grape juice on the plates that the waiters casually brought over. Regardless of the material, the craftsmanship alone shows the dedication of the artisans. They are definitely the work of well-known craftsmen.

Ethan has been deeply immersed in the art world lately, so he certainly wouldn't be wrong about this.

He casually picked up a glass of grape juice, sniffed it, and realized he had misjudged the situation.

It was just a glass of ordinary water, not even grape juice.

At banquets in the capital, although no one dared to serve wine directly, grape juice was something everyone tacitly agreed upon.

It seems that this princess's desire to abstain from alcohol is truly extremely strong.

Ethan took a sip and caught a glimpse of Palen and Haska, who had just entered the room.

They managed to sneak in, but in this kind of situation, as long as they don't draw too much attention, nothing will happen.

As more and more people arrived, the main character of tonight's banquet was finally about to make his appearance.

With a soft sound of a door opening, a graceful figure slowly entered everyone's view, led by a eunuch.

The princess was wearing a well-tailored but extremely simple black dress, with no accessories.

But even standing there, she was already the most beautiful sight in the entire room.

Not only because of her status, but also because of her appearance, especially her magnificent purple hair, a trait unique to the Nocturnis royal family.

Without a doubt, she is captivating.

Even with beautiful girls like Sophia and Anya by his side, Ethan was still slightly mesmerized by her beauty.

However, as Ethan came to his senses, he realized that something was amiss.

Although this princess was only eighteen years old and looked just as youthful as an eighteen-year-old, her temperament and charm were like the most mature and beautiful flower.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's banquet. Please enjoy yourselves!"

She raised her hands high.

The others also raised their glasses.

The dinner party officially started.

Drinking and drinking, laughter and laughter.

Ethan moved among different powerful figures, and every now and then he would tell the story of that toilet, which would draw applause.

After quite some time had passed, the princess finally walked over with graceful steps.

Then Ethan noticed something else: the princess also possessed a dignified quality.

A dignified yet alluring aura is perfectly blended in an eighteen-year-old girl, which is quite contradictory.

"Your Highness, please allow me to introduce you to this gentleman, Ethan, who has recently caused quite a stir in the entire art world of the capital!"

Pope remained as flamboyant and unrestrained as ever, even when facing the princess.

The princess smiled gently, her demeanor both reserved and irresistibly alluring.

She slowly approached Ethan, looked at him and said, "Ethan, your painting 'The Orphan of St. Quantico' is my favorite painting. I am very grateful that you were able to create such a work."

"Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness." Ethan feigned surprise and delight.

"It's not a lie, it's from the bottom of my heart." Unexpectedly, the woman emphasized again, very seriously, "Those people in the far north, in the extreme cold, few people care about them. You care about them, thank you. By the way, how is the girl in that painting doing now?"

“She’s doing well. She even grew taller this spring. I’ve already started teaching her to draw, and she wants to be a painter when she grows up.”

Ethan wasn't lying at all.

Einbezet looked delighted and nodded, saying, "That's wonderful! I'll definitely meet her when I have the chance to go up north. With your guidance, I believe she'll become a remarkable artist." At this point, Ethan felt it was about time; after all, there were many people there tonight, and he couldn't be the only one being looked after.

Judging from the way this princess treats people, even though she is only eighteen years old, she is already absolutely mature and composed.

But to Ethan's complete surprise, as the banquet was drawing to a close, a eunuch suddenly approached him and whispered something to him.

"Mr. Ethan, His Highness requests your presence."

"Oh?"

Ethan was surprised, but he had no choice but to go along.

The waiter led him to an inner room and stopped, gesturing for him to go inside.

Ethan was somewhat wary, mainly because he found it strange that the princess wanted to meet him privately at this time.
Could this be a trap?

His senses have been activated to their maximum.

However, no malice came from inside the house.

He carefully pushed open the door.

The light inside the door was soft, and Princess Ainbeth stood quietly under the light.

She had changed her clothes; she was wearing a white pleated skirt with gold thread, which looked more homely and comfortable, and she seemed much gentler as well.

"You've come, Ethan. Come in."

Her tone was also very gentle.

Ethan had no choice but to enter the room, but he still asked, "Your Highness, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'd like you to appreciate a piece of art."

Einbetz said.

"Ready to serve."

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief; so that's how it is.

but……

There don't seem to be any artworks in the room.

Besides the coffee table and sofa, there was a piano that was probably covered with a cloth; there was nothing else in the room.

Could it be a piano?

He doesn't understand either.

"May I ask what work this is, Your Highness?"

At this moment, Einbeze stopped talking and just stared at Ethan, as if trying to see through him. A look of infatuation gradually appeared in her eyes.

Finally, she spoke in an indescribable tone—dreamy, hazy, alluring, and shy—"Am I not a work of art?"

what?
ah? ! ! !

Before Ethan could react, Einbeze's long dress fell to the ground with a thud.

Her entire body was laid bare before Ethan.

"Your Highness..."

Ethan couldn't help but swallow.

She slowly sat down at the piano and extended her hand to Ethan, inviting him: "Come on, enjoy me."

no……

Ethan was stunned; he couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.

He turned to leave, but then wondered if he might anger the princess.

Moreover, when he reached for the door behind him, he found it was locked.

(End of this chapter)