Chapter 383: Banquet

【Weaving Moth】passed through the sky, and 【Burning Sun】followed closely.

When the world was clean, the sun rose.

When the carriage was ready early, Amis, dressed in a gorgeous purple palace dress, boarded it like a graceful purple rose. I don’t know if it was an illusion that the Countess’s figure seemed to be more mature and beautiful after being moisturized. Lin En, who supported her jade hand, was wearing a serious black and white formal suit, but his expression was a little listless.

His emerald eyes disappeared behind his eyelids from time to time. If you didn’t look carefully, you couldn’t tell that he was a little sleepy. The young gentleman always had unique sneaky skills, which were trained in the contest with Fu Bao’s overtime work.

The creaking sound of the wheel turning and the bearing friction sounded.

The incense in the car and the fragrant body fragrance on someone’s body made Lin En slightly alert. His brain told him two things. One was that the Countess’s charming body was close at hand, and the other was that they were going to attend a very important salon today.

"You didn't go to bed too late last night, did you?"

Leaning forward, the Countess slowly massaged Lynn's temple with her fingers.

"If Meltice's damn brush hadn't been so hard last night, I think I would have rested well."

"Oh? Did you use the brush again last night?"

Amis was a little surprised that she didn't favor her dear little man yesterday, but from the cunning in her eyes, Lynn knew that she was teasing herself.

But in view of the beautiful scenery that was slightly drooping and shaking due to gravity, Lynn generously forgave the Countess's bad intentions, just like bullying the big sister, as long as there is a chance, she will always bully back at the right place.

Today, we will go to an address.

Linn didn't care where it was. From the name, it should be a big mansion similar to the Countess's. To be a friend that she needs to deal with seriously, he must be of good status, most likely an oligarch in a certain industrial chain.

Today's theme is salon.

Because of the cultural attributes of the North Wind Town, the salon here is much higher than that of Steam, especially during the autumn hunting period. In Lin's words, this is probably the only thing that can surpass the [Steam City] here, and the other is the natural environment that even slows down time.

Dramatists, novelists, poets, musicians, painters, critics, philosophers and politicians all gathered together, and people from several counties in the south came with them, or came spontaneously to this node to exchange their masterpieces or inspirations. This is definitely more grand than the salon that Lin saw in Steam.

"It seems that this place is not affected by the war at all."

In the slightly shaking carriage, Lin slowly peeled the snow pear, and opposite him was a hungry mouth. Looking at the rhythm of life outside the car window, which was at least thirty years ago, combined with what he saw and heard when strolling yesterday, Lin said thoughtfully.

"The war has never burned the land of Albion."

Amiste looked indifferent.

The small allied countries around Albion are no joke. Just like in Lin's world line, only after the last Indian dies will the British surrender.

"War is too far from Albion and too close to the soldiers..."

A faint worry flashed across Lin's brows.

It is completely different from the fast-paced, crowded and busy atmosphere of Sturm. This kind of local town and rural area reveals a kind of solidification in the leisurely and slow atmosphere. The future of people on rural land has been planned, and even the fate of their children and their children's children is the same. Lin felt a strong discomfort. Even the overall war of the continent and the industrialization of the city could not break the control of the nobles in the countryside. The solidification of the countryside is obviously more serious than that of the city. What kind of power is needed to break this shackle?

The situation in the city is bad enough, and the situation in the countryside is worse than imagined. This world can't even think about surrounding the city with the countryside. Lin feels that he has underestimated the control of this damn feudal lord model on people.

In fact...

There are places on this continent that are suitable for instigation, ahem, and good development. For example, Hops, a place that has been at war for four times, is a natural base after the defeat, but the problem is that it is too far away, and there is no need to think about sending people there at present.

Lin En was forced to make cakes in a place like [Steam City], which was a helpless move forced by him.

In Stim, the young gentleman has both resources and crises.

"This place is indeed suitable for resting, but it is not suitable for people like us to stay for a long time, right?" The countess also held her cheeks and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Her words seemed to have some deep meaning, and before Lin En thought about it carefully, she continued with interest.

"As far as I know, the stewards and secretaries of this place eat a lot of greasy food. Even if so many of us support this place, greed is endless. Every time I come here, I can see a group of people who eat too much being cleared out."

'Ordinary people's taxes cannot accumulate wealth in this place. Their only duty in life is to take good care of this town and make it the idyllic scenery that the nobles want. '

Lin En's mind is still relatively clear.

This place is just for the aristocrats to play with. They kill a few damned people every year, depending on their mood. God knows if there are any strange places here, such as underground black boxing events, bloody gladiatorial arenas, high-end clubs, places where money is spent lavishly, drug paradises, etc. Anyway, Lin En guessed that there must be some.

But the Countess didn't mention these, so Lin En didn't plan to ask.

Ever since the last test of spending money lavishly, Amiste knew very well what Lin En really wanted. Money? He had a unique view on wealth. Enjoyment? He accepted both delicacies and beauty but would not be overly intoxicated. Power? Maybe, but from the people assigned to him, it can be seen that he used power as a tool. Strength? If so, he would not choose such an extraordinary profession as [Flower Maker].

Career!

Lin En was a person who longed for a career. He had ambition in his eyes, but he was very clean. He didn't care much about doing good deeds, and such a person happened to be what Amiste needed.

The beautiful red lips bit the juicy white flesh. The pear slices that Lin En peeled by hand had to be teased by her tongue twice before swallowing. The Countess seemed to be showing off how clever her tongue was.

"When we get there, I'll introduce you to the people, and then it's up to you to move around."

"Hmm?"

"This salon is actually a political salon. Some people from the Labour Party are ready to show their ambitions on this stage and make a political promise before the shadow cabinet takes office."

Amis gave a simple reminder, and Lynn immediately understood and nodded to indicate that it was okay.