11: Chapter 11 Nobles’ Tea Party 11: Chapter 11 Nobles’ Tea Party Editor: Atlas Studios “I, Anvis Luo Olivendi, a new, noble, pure noble who has shed lowly interests—”
“From the mont I was born, noble and glorious blood has flowed in my veins!”
“I will beco an enlightened ruler, a benevolent great noble, and a generous industrialist.”
“I will shatter all conspiracies and enemies, leading my family to prosperity.
I will care for my vassals with wholehearted enthusiasm, bringing them safety and happiness.”
“I will never fear, never retreat, face evil head-on, and rest only in death, for glory is my life!”
Please don’t take the above nonsense seriously.
At the midday tea party in the castle garden, beside a blooming Silver Leaf Rose,
a handso boy in a pure white fitted little formal dress was impromptu speaking with great enthusiasm to the noble boys and girls surrounding him.
His exquisite features were gentle and full of charm, his skin bearing the unique paleness of nobility, and the depths of his azure eyes containing a faint green magical glow, exuding an incredibly mysterious elegance.
The actual purpose of such tea parties was to familiarize and adapt the younger generation to noble social interactions in advance.
Anvis wasn’t very interested in this, but he couldn’t appear too unconventional.
Moreover, the families of these young boys and girls were all allies of the Olivendi faction.
Familiarizing them with himself in advance would also aid in winning their hearts in the future.
Previously, many peers were chatting about their respective plans for the future.
As one of the two individuals with the highest status present, everyone was curious about Anvis’s future aspirations.
To better craft his persona, Anvis searched his mory, piecing together a noble declaration template.
Although he had forgotten where he heard these things, it didn’t prevent him from modifying the lines for his own use.
Anvis’s generous and passionate speech left the many still sowhat naive boys and girls astonished.
So even began to reassess their original ideals, feeling ashad.
In a luxurious and complex light pink princess dress, Fiona, with a light blue cute ribbon tied on her head, sat on the other side, looking at her brother in surprise.
Her pink lips slightly parted, her large lake-blue eyes filled with admiration.
It was the first ti she realized her brother possessed such a radiant side.
Protecting the family, caring for the vassals, never fearing, resting only in death…
This is simply…
simply too glorious, too noble!
……
On the other side of the garden, the invited minor and major nobles were also holding a tea party.
Unlike the children’s playful tea party, this was a real social occasion among nobles.
As the initiator of the tea party, the ducal couple were leisurely enjoying the atmosphere of the tea party.
But as they listened to Anvis’s speech, their expressions gradually beca odd.
They wanted to laugh, but thinking it was their child, they couldn’t laugh.
“Has our child been reading too many character biographies?
Should we limit it a bit?”
After a while, Elena hesitantly looked at Duke Carrot, a rare hint of entanglent appearing in her beautiful athyst eyes.
The duke’s expression was also sowhat troubled.
Thinking for a mont, he ultimately shook his head.
“No, he has reached the age qualified for independence, and we should not overly interfere with his choices.
Reality is the best teacher; so things only leave a profound impression through personal experience.”
……
Although most peers were listening with little stars in their eyes, Anvis noticed two boys and a girl maintaining polite smiles, their expressions showing more or less disdain.
Though they had undergone noble education, they lacked experience, and so subtle facial expressions inadvertently revealed their true thoughts.
The twelfth daughter of Marquis Anderson, Matina; a son of a branch of the Olivendi family, Allen;
And…
the sixth son of Earl Eleanor, Lewis, who would later betray Olivendi and join the Resistance Army.
……
Hmph, is this the uncrowned king of the Northern Land, the Unfallen Crystal Bird, and a direct descendant of the Olivendi family?
So naive—
Despite outwardly agreeing with a smile, Lewis couldn’t help feeling secretly disdainful of Anvis’s speech in his heart.
Unlike other ordinary noble offspring, Lewis was a rare spiritual power mutation talent, making the intensity and quality of his spiritual power naturally far surpass his siblings.
This talent granted him delicate magical manipulation ability and a genius-level learning capacity.
The courses his older siblings struggled with were as simple as one plus one equals two for him.
Gradually, his mindset quietly started to expand; although he was outwardly polite, he developed a slight sense of superiority and arrogance, unwilling to associate with those ‘ignorant ones.’
Originally, he was not interested in such childish tea parties, feeling he shared no common language with still naive peers.
But this ti was initiated by the Olivendi family, and his father forced him to attend, so he reluctantly ca.
Unexpectedly, the direct descendant of Olivendi’s ideals were laughably similar to those of noble biographies concocted by the mudlegs of the Kingdom Federation.
What Lewis most looked down on was those born with high-level bloodline but reliant solely on their bloodline power, content with diocrity, and idle nobles.
They were rely a group lucky enough to be born into a better environnt, sheltered by the legacy left by their ancestors!
Without all this, they would be nothing!
But he, Lewis Luo Eleanor, the legitimate son of Earl Eleanor!
Even without any bloodline, solely relying on his own effort and talent, he was destined to achieve greater accomplishnts than them in the distant future, leaving those hereditary nobles far behind!
“Anvis, what is an industrialist you ntioned just now?”
A blonde noble girl pretended to be reserved, opening her violet eyes to blink at Anvis, curious about this term she heard for the first ti.
She was the eighth daughter of Marquis Cui Jing, Indis.
Unlike Fiona’s pure sunshine-like temperant, she exuded a more noble air, her brows showing a hint of the arrogance unique to great nobles.
“Simply put, an industrialist is soone who owns a large number of estates, caravans, alchemy shops, jewelry stores, and other industries.”
With a naturally graceful smile, Anvis glanced at the surrounding noble offspring, calmly explaining.
“But isn’t that the sa as a noble?”
Indis tilted her head slightly, her beautiful violet eyes widening a bit in confusion.
“No, they are different.”
Anvis smiled slightly.
“In simple terms, nobles possess territories and vassals, with taxes as the main source of inco.
While an industrialist possesses industries and workers, relying primarily on business profits for inco, the two actually have a complentary relationship.
Industrialists can provide more job opportunities, allowing them to support more vassals.
The more vassals there are, the more prosperous the territory becos, and the more taxes the lord receives.”
“Do you understand?”
“I…
understand.”
The girl maintained her smile, nodding seemingly comprehendingly.
But Anvis could tell from her sowhat stiff gaze that she might not understand as well as she appeared to.
Listening to their conversation, the others were slightly quiet.
Nearby, Lewis, considering himself clever, had a slightly stiff smile, unable to grasp what he originally secretly disdained the ‘fortunate one’ was saying.
He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to ask.
Glancing at the present peers, he noticed most were similarly puzzled.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, subtly changing his expression to appear thoughtful, his sense of superiority instantly surging—
This was just a small interlude; everyone soon shifted topics.
After that, Anvis did not continue speaking, but instead quietly sipped a cup of Elf Tea, listening to the conversation of nurous noble offspring.
He knew in his heart that due to their living environnts and experiences, these young boys and girls found it challenging to fully comprehend his words.
However, his speech was not entirely intended for them, but rather for the Duke on the other side of the garden.
On the other side, the ducal couple exchanged a glance.
“What do you think?”
“A bit too idealistic, but it’s impressive that he can think of these things.”
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①: Please do not fully integrate the dieval European background; the Gloria Empire does not have a church higher than royal authority, so it does not enforce a strict monogamy system.
So nobles may take mistresses as concubines, so may not, hence illegitimate children and bastards coexist.
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