??Chapter 154: Chapter 153 Snowflake Rhapsody
Chapter 154: Chapter 153 Snowflake Rhapsody
Apart from Lord Russell’s Rain Dragon Snow Cigar, which won Count rlin’s loud praise and a round of applause from the audience, the gifts from others were hardly worth ntioning.
It wasn’t that the gifts weren’t valuable enough; they just lacked originality, the sa kinds repeating over and over.
Either they were gemstone accessories, tal armor, or special products from fantasy beasts—essentially all products of magic power.
With the wealth of the Rainflower Family, a few magic-made items were really nothing, and possibly in Count rlin’s eyes, these gifts were even less valuable than the original manuscript of “Snowflake Rhapsody” that Roland had sent.
It was precisely for this reason that Lord Russell’s gift of cigars stood out as such a precious present.
So much so that at the subsequent banquet, while guests chinked their cutlery enjoying the feast, they were still loudly discussing the experience of smoking the cigars.
The lords sitting close to Lord Russell even went as far as to reserve a batch of Rain Dragon Snow Cigars from him directly.
No price was ntioned.
But everyone knew that these pure handmade, ticulously selected cigars, which only took one excellent roll out of countless trials and had received a personal na and praise from Count rlin, would definitely not co cheap—indeed, they might be even more expensive than the most premium of tobaccos.
But what of it? As nobility, they should enjoy such luxuries.
Otherwise, wouldn’t they be just like serfs in the fields, huddled around large pipes, smoking cheap tobacco all day?
“You’re going to make a fortune!” Big brother Roland leaned over to Russell and looked at him with eyes full of envy.
“I didn’t want to, but I didn’t expect everyone to like the Rain Dragon Snow Cigars so much.”
“That’s to suck up to Grandpa…” Roland spoke the blunt truth, but it was a fact set in stone; the flattery was bound to be genuine, “Really, you’ve been too lucky recently, all the good things just fall into your lap.”
Russell smiled broadly, “The Shadowfla Great Dragon loves .”
Roland pursed his lips and said no more, perhaps genuinely believing that the Shadowfla Great Dragon favored his foolish little nugget.
But Russell asked quietly, “Big brother, are you interested in making money together?”
“Huh? What do you an?”
“I can’t produce enough Rain Dragon Snow Cigars on my own. After we return, you can have our family organize production and I’ll handle the sales,” Russell’s idea was simple. He wasn’t planning to build a factory to make cigars himself; he intended to run the brand alone.
If he started factory production, the manpower from his territory would be nowhere near enough—if everyone went to the factory, who would farm the land?
Roland was imdiately interested, but he didn’t agree right away, instead saying, “Let’s talk about this in detail when we have ti.”
“Sure.”
“Lord Russell, I toast to you.” A baron directly under a duke raised his glass to Russell in salute, “Thank you for inventing the Rain Dragon Snow Cigar, a fine thing that symbolizes a knight’s life. Now, when we fight on the snowfields, knights will have new companions.”
Russell couldn’t rember the lord’s na; he could only lift his glass and say, “I’m a knight too, it’s what I should do.”
There were several tables of guests.
Since the dining habits of male and female guests were different, they were seated separately, which facilitated communication among them.
“Lord Russell is very handso, truly worthy of being l’s brother,” the young female guests whispered amongst themselves at their table.
“But actually, Lord Russell and Lord Roland are the real brothers.”
“You can tell; Lord Roland looks very much like Baron Roman, while Lord Russell resembles Lady ryl.”
“He inherited the beauty of the Rainflower Family.”
“I don’t know how his battle qi talent is, but it seems now that not only is he handso but also smart. His invented cigars, even the old Earl gave them high praise, and maybe they’ll quickly beco the new trend.”
“I can’t stand it, why does everyone love to smoke? It slls awful.”
“Because of burning ah, haven’t you heard what Lord Russell said? The burning of tobacco is like a knight’s life.”
“I’m going to ask Lord Russell for a dance at the ball later.”
“ too!”
These young maids of honor in the bridal chamber had already picked out their desired dance partners during the brief banquet.
For the nobility, each ball was not only a post-dinner pleasure but also a social gathering for young n and won.
After the main course, ca the dessert, and after dessert, a cup of tea.
Count rlin’s birthday feast ended amid an atmosphere of harmony, with the guests dispersing, not to leave but to change outfits.
Russel was taken by l to l’s cousin’s private dressing room.
With the help of the manservants and maids, he changed into the tailcoat prepared by l, and then the makeup artist did a bit of grooming on his hair, and even sprinkled so brightening powder with a highlighting effect on his face.
After these enhancents, Russell looked like a new man.
He was already handso, but now he appeared even more dazzling; even the young Leonardo DiCaprio couldn’t compare to Russell’s flawless face.
“Perfect!”
l’s cousin was also made over by the makeup artist and, seeing Russell’s new look, he imdiately exclaid with admiration, “I thought I had reached the limit for our family’s younger generation. I didn’t expect you, kid, to be equally impressive.”
“Mr. l, Mr. Russell, you two will be the focus of all the illustrious maids tonight at the ball,” the makeup artist said, eyeing his own work with extre satisfaction.
It’s showing off to make an ugly person attractive.
But to adorn a handso man or beautiful woman is a pleasure.
“I’ve appeared at balls too frequently these past few years; it’s not fresh anymore. Tonight, Russell is the real center of attention,” l laughed.
Although Russell was very pleased with his new look—in all honesty, if he weren’t straight, he might even fall for himself—his mind was not on matters of love: “I would prefer to quietly drink sothing in the corner and not dance. I might be happier if you took
hunting Snow Ghosts in the snowfields.”
“I wouldn’t believe that,” l said, patting Russell’s shoulder, “A knight’s life is not just about hunting ghosts in the snowfields; there are more wonderful things in warm places waiting for us to explore.”
The two brothers stepped out together, heading to the dance floor.
As they walked, Russell said, “I’m focused on getting stronger right now.”
“Getting stronger doesn’t stop you from finding happiness. Co on, don’t keep spouting insincere niceties,” l winked. “The joy of life is doing what you most want to do at the best age.”
“Hmm.” Russell closed his mouth.
Though he was set on getting stronger, it seed that l’s cousin wasn’t wrong, especially when waking up every morning.
So he just muttered, “Go with the flow.”
“Don’t just go with the flow; seize the opportunity. Just catch one tonight, and you can say goodbye to being single.”
“What about you, cousin? When will you say goodbye to being single?” Russell asked, now that the Manganese Steel Dragon rcedes had given its approval, which ant that l didn’t need to maintain a “virginal” status like Roland.
l glared: “Don’t shift the topic to . Tonight, I’ll be your wingman, creating opportunities for you!”
The dance hall was already lit with soft lighting.
The castle’s musicians were playing a gentle piano piece in front of the grand piano.
The first piece was, of course, “Snowflake Rhapsody”—Count rlin’s favorite piano piece.
Russell and l took their seats, as the first piece often belonged not to the youth but to middle-aged and older people like Count rlin.
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