It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Umuda took out a long, narrow knife from his jacket pocket, left the study, walked into the door, and closed it carefully.

While doing these things, the man always had a peaceful smile on his face.

The room became quiet again.

Charles came to the door like a sleepwalker and stared at the spiral wood grain on the door panel for a long time.

After about ten seconds, Charles turned and left.

His steps were unsteady, almost as if he was running away.

He didn't really want to know what was going to happen next.

Chapter 72: The battlefield of public relations is also not giving up

The days passed one by one, and almost in the blink of an eye, it was the day for the scheduled celebration banquet.

For this celebration, Lawrence almost emptied out all the beer stocks in the capital and provided it to all residents for free. It is hard not to suspect that this drunkard organized such a big celebration just to have a legitimate reason to drink to his heart's content.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of mead throughout the day. People took to the streets to celebrate the victory of the war. The drunken crowd cheered the emperor's name in a disorderly manner. Various foods were sold at a discount everywhere, and the luxurious aroma of sugar and butter floated in the streets.

Xiao Niao would probably feel very relieved if she saw this scene: such a happy crowd would remind her of the time when she attended carnivals with her parents as a child, as if she were still living in that peaceful and prosperous country.

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But the bird is unusually busy today, so it probably doesn't have much time to wander around the streets.

She got up early and was caught red-handed.

Around seven o'clock that day, the diligent adjutant dragged the Prime Minister out of the bedroom, stuffed her into the cloakroom, and then began to torture her without hesitation.

Xiao Niao tried to protest: "There's no need to go through so much trouble. I think the way it was before was fine..."

Bi'er widened her eyes and looked up and down at Xiaoniao, who was clutching her collar, her face full of disbelief.

She endured it for a moment, then, unable to bear it any longer, slapped the dressing table. "Don't underestimate the battlefield of public relations! When you're out and about, your image directly represents the face of the Prime Minister's Office. Are you prepared to face the razor-sharp gazes of those noble ladies in casual clothes? You'll be declared dead on arrival!"

Bi'er looked at the bird with great sorrow, her eyes full of disappointment.

Miss Bi'er's eyes were serious, and she spoke righteously, "This isn't just a simple dinner party; it's a life-and-death battle! You must prepare meticulously, use your graceful charm to defeat the arrogant and picky eyes, and ruthlessly conquer those arrogant aristocratic girls!"

Xiao Niao was stunned and couldn't understand. He just felt that Bi'er was so excited that she was almost a middle school student.

But this can’t be entirely blamed on our adjutant.

Bi'er was born into an orthodox aristocratic family. She was carefully taught by her mother and the nanny since she was a child. Her family runs a business of imported fabrics and haute couture dresses. She has her own unique understanding of the fashion trends and dressing styles of the upper class.

Long before she started working at the Prime Minister's Office, Bi'er was already quite popular and famous among the aristocratic ladies.

Until now, every month, the high-end tailor shop under the name of the Bi'er family would respectfully bring the latest clothing drawings to the eldest lady's desk.

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However, as the hostess of the Prime Minister's Residence, Xiao Niao almost never participates in any entertainment and social banquets, let alone those with dances in the evening - her daily routine is exactly like that of a retired cadre!

This left Bier with no chance to perform at all, and the girl was very frustrated.

How many noble girls would be eager to receive guidance on dressing style from Miss Bi'er? However, this silly bird from another world didn't realize how precious this was!

The Xiaoniao boss frowned reluctantly, complaining, "Huh? No one's going to ask me to dance anyway...why not keep it simple?"

Bi'er smiled coquettishly, slapped the dress she had prepared in her hand into Xiaoniao's arms, and her tone was as cold as the chilly wind.

The adjutant lady gave the order coldly: "Take it off."

The Red Moon Knight who was waiting outside the cloakroom pricked up her ears in fear. She heard the adjutant's devilish laugh, mixed with the panicked, embarrassed and angry cries of the Prime Minister of the Empire.

"You, you, stop it!"

"Don't touch my pants—or my clothes!"

"That's enough! I can take it off myself!"

Hongyue listened to the bird's increasingly self-destructive voice with a confused look on her face, and was unsure whether she should rush in to protect it and save it from the dire situation.

But, Miss Bier is not a bad person, right?

Poor Red Moon Knight was in a dilemma. She hunched her shoulders and glanced at the cloakroom door with a rare fear.

Because he occasionally had to take off his armor to attend formal occasions, the Red Moon Knight was also one of the adjutant's targets of oppression - she knew how terrifying this woman was when she got serious.

She didn't need to enter the palace for this dinner, so she was spared this round of torture. The Red Moon Knight was afraid that he would accidentally attract Bier's attention and get hurt.

Hongyue thought: I might as well pretend I didn’t hear it.

The loyal knight played with her fingers outside the door, and when the noise inside became more tragic, she whistled to cover up her mistake.

About half an hour later, the two came out of the cloakroom one after the other.

The adjutant muttered as she walked, "You're such a fool! You're not a little girl anymore, why should you be so shy?"

Xiao Niao's expression froze for a moment, and he turned his head reflexively, his eyes involuntarily looking at the Red Moon Knight standing beside him, expecting the other party to say something to change the subject.

The Red Moon Knight blinked his eyes and surprisingly understood Xiao Niao's meaning.

She praised sincerely, "Sir, you look very good like this."

Beau is indeed worthy of her title of the uncrowned queen of the fashion world, and she has a very sharp eye for choosing clothes, which are not too flashy, but perfectly suit her temperament.

Xiao Niao is now wearing an extremely crisp black velvet dress. The simple and neat design style brings a calm and elegant demeanor. The slim tailoring highlights all the advantages of Xiao Niao. The red gold collar clip hanging on the half Windsor knot is the finishing touch.

The tailor had carefully made some special designs on the shoulders, which not only prevented her from feeling uncomfortable when stretching her arms, but also sewed some beautiful patterns on them just right, so that the connection between the wings and the human shoulder blades did not appear abrupt at all.

This can only be a product that was custom-made in advance. Probably from the day Xiao Niao returned to the Prime Minister's Office, the adjutant began secretly preparing her dress for the banquet.

Xiao Niao just doesn't like being dressed up like a doll, not because she is ungrateful. She knows that Bier must have put a lot of thought into preparing this outfit.

So, Xiao Niao nodded to Bi'er gratefully and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a raise."

Bi'er didn't say anything, but just bit her lip and smiled gently, then moved closer to help Xiaoniao adjust his bow tie, her movements as gentle as a newlywed wife.

This action was actually a bit excessive and obviously exceeded the normal social distance between superiors and subordinates - Bier has always paid great attention to these details and she would not make such a low-level mistake.

In fact, she basically never behaved in such an inappropriate way on a daily basis.

The adjutant's expression was so serious, without any sign of flirtation or deliberate ambiguity, as if she was just helping Xiaoniao deal with a trivial matter that was not worth paying too much attention to.

That expression also confused Xiao Niao.

Xiao Niao subconsciously tilted her neck back to cooperate with the other person's movements. It was not until Bier put her hand down as if nothing had happened that she realized something was wrong.

But the adjutant still looked at her with that smile.

Bi'er is a smart person. She sees things clearly and thinks clearly enough.

Therefore, when the adjutant smiled at this moment, she did not look particularly embarrassed, but rather had a sense of sincerity.

"...Go, my lord," Beer murmured, "don't disappoint the girl you dance with."

Chapter 73: The younger brother is really worried about his sister

The celebratory banquet was held as scheduled, and the entire imperial city was decorated with new decorations.

This is a dinner of the highest standard, which often lasts for many days. In addition to the banquets in the palace for princes, nobles and senior generals, there are also second-level banquets in various places in the imperial city.

These banquets outside the palace were richer in quantity and more crude in cooking style, usually providing ample amounts of roast meat,

There are rounds of snow-white cheese and freshly baked bread that you will never be able to finish, and there will be a special person to perform for them during the meal.

The servants and attendants brought by the nobles, as well as some invited citizens, can choose to have a hearty meal at such a banquet. In order to avoid drunkenness and trouble, the host will only provide low-alcohol beer as a drink.

Because he didn't want to be too high-profile, Xiao Niao only planned to bring the Red Moon Knight to the banquet.

But after entering the imperial city, she discovered that there was an unexpected little guy there.

"Qi Xiaoya?!" Xiao Niao widened his eyes and called out the kitten's name.

The Red Moon Knight beside her didn't need her to say anything. He stepped out very naturally and caught Qia who was about to run away.

Qiya looked up tremblingly at the Prime Minister of the Empire with a frown on his face, his cat ears stretched back, and he felt that a disaster was about to happen.

"Didn't I give you and everyone in the Prime Minister's Office a holiday?" Xiao Niao looked at her seriously, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go spend time with your mother?"

Qiya answered honestly, "We're looking for odd jobs here, like collecting plates and pouring wine. I'll pay you ten copper coins a night."

Xiao Niao's eyebrows raised even higher: "You went to work for another family for ten copper coins? Be careful or I'll fire you."

Little Qiya pouted and didn't say anything.

But Xiao Niao was not actually angry. She knew that with a patient at home, the money would never be enough - Xiao Niao was just worried that Qiya, a child, would be bullied while working in an unfamiliar place.

However, Hongyue was originally going to stay here to attend the knights' banquet, so it would be fine for her to take care of the child at the same time.

Xiao Niao pondered for a moment, gave a few instructions to the Red Moon Knight, then looked at the aggrieved kitten and said unhappily, "Forget it this time. Next time, don't rush out looking for a job as soon as you have a holiday. Stay home and spend more time with your mother."

"Don't worry about the medicine money. I'm not the one who can't even take care of my subordinate's widow." She gestured to Hongyue to put the kitten down and patted the back of his head. "Alright, go ahead."

Qi Xiaoya agreed obediently, looking extremely obedient, and then she ran away in a hurry the moment the Red Moon Knight let go of her.

Xiao Niao felt helpless and turned to Hongyue and said, "I'm leaving now. Remember to take care of this child."

The Red Moon Knight nodded and said, "I will pay attention, my lord. I wish you a happy time at the ball."

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Although she was mentally prepared, Gwyneth couldn't help but feel amazed when she walked into the hall.

The banquet hall was decorated very beautifully, and it was obvious that a lot of thought had been put into it. Candlesticks with bronze and silver bases could be seen everywhere. Some were placed on long tables decorated with flowers, and some were placed on beautiful and elegant windowsills. When those candles burned, they exuded the fragrance of laurel.

These are just embellishments. What really illuminates the dance floor is a large lamp in the center of the hall, hanging from the ceiling with iron chains and surrounded by decorations in the shape of flowers.

Under the illumination of the flickering candlelight, the entire hall was gleaming, as if one were in a dream world.

This scene is a little too dreamy, and it is even enough for a marriage proposal.

Gwyneth's heartbeat stuttered a little at the thought.

It was as if there was a runaway deer hidden in her chest, so lively that it was over the top.

Lucas beside him glanced at his sister with some teasing. He winked at Gwen and made some strange expressions on purpose, his expression full of amusement.

"Don't worry, sister," Lucas laughed, "I just saw Prime Minister Butcher go in first. He won't fly away suddenly."

Gwyneth glared at her brother in annoyance.

She was only accompanied by Lucas to attend the dance party in the evening. As for her father and brother, they had already returned home to rest.

Because it was an all-day banquet that lasted for several days, after the barbecue at noon, the Duke of Tudor returned to his mansion to rest because he felt tired, and his eldest son Eric escorted and accompanied his father.

Neither the father nor the son planned to attend the evening party, so only Lucas followed along.

Strictly speaking, Lucas was not old enough to attend a social dance, but after what happened at the last dance, he insisted on accompanying his sister to the dinner and acting as her little protector.

Gwyneth was dressed up especially beautifully today. When she walked into the banquet hall, people around her couldn't help but glance at her secretly while chatting. Some people even forgot to speak.

They quickly recognized her as the Tudor daughter based on her hair and eye color, and the group of young people became slightly agitated.

Because of the war, the Tudor family is in the limelight at the moment and is one of the protagonists of the banquet. Everyone wants to make friends with the Tudor family.

Everyone had the task of being a parent in their minds, and their eyes were about to spit fire. They just wished they could become familiar with the faces directly on the physical level.

But these young people were more or less in awe of the eldest daughter of Tudor, who was rumored to have killed King Galan on his horse. Most of them were just watching with curiosity, and no warrior took the initiative to invite Gwyneth.

Gwen's eyes were also turning roughly around the banquet hall.

A circle.

What made her a little disappointed was that she couldn't find Xiao Niao among the crowd.

Gwyneth then slowed down again and looked around carefully. This time, she paid special attention to the left hands of those people - but she still couldn't find the familiar figure in the crowd.