"Okay, what I have taught you is the noble etiquette at the dance party. Now you have to review it yourself, from getting off the carriage, taking off your hat, stepping into the hall, talking, drinking, dancing, sitting, etc., practicing one by one, I'll take a break."

Helen wiped the sweat from her head and went upstairs.

Du Wei sighed and began to follow the entire step, repeating the elegant and generous manners. Not long after, his hands began to tremble slightly, and the symptoms of alcoholism appeared again. Seeing that no one was paying attention, Du Wei quickly lifted the tuxedo and took out a flat wine pot from his butt pocket.

Before the wine cover was opened, "Bangbang" and a huge tiger claw knocked on the coffee table. Du Wei immediately put away the wine pot with a frown, raised his hands, as if hugging a woman, and danced the most popular dance among the nobles in the garden.

Tiger Kris, sitting on the recliner, nodded with satisfaction, opened the newspaper again, and grabbed his big smoke-filled pipe.

Jady lay on the stone railing on the balcony on the second floor. When she saw Helen coming over, she hurriedly handed over a towel. Helen smiled and took it and asked, "Where is Leah?"

Jady replied: "She is developing the 'script' of the first scene of Duvey, Baron Alex Barr von Obestan, who appeared in Batis City."

Helen shrugged: "I'll go see her."

Jady smiled and watched her walk into Leah's room, and couldn't help but shake her head gently. This all-talented sister always wanted to take care of everything for her sister, while her arrogant sister always wanted to get rid of her sister's influence and show her own talent. Many families are performing the same drama, such as myself, who always feels that she is a genius, hoping to get rid of the influence of her wise father and prove her independent existence. The father always cares about his dissatisfaction and strives to protect herself forever under his wings Saker, my father.

Jady Saker's eyes were wet, he blinked and looked downstairs again.

Once upon a time, Elder Du Wei, who was wearing a torn robe with oil stains and dreaming of all day long, now his words and deeds are like a real nobleman.

It turned out that he was worried that someone would recognize him, but in fact, few people had seen him seriously when this guy who stayed at home and drank all day long. When he changed into real noble clothes and showed him with the noblest and elegant movements and conversation, even Jadei and Helen didn't recognize him anymore.

That's great, Du Wei has already integrated his role, and the story of his director is about to be staged. A poor boy selling bonds, a charlatan of alcoholism, a demon wolf who travels to the world with this knight novel, and three people who have no place in the upper class will play their highlight in the fantasy capital of Baptister.

He suddenly remembered the conversation with Helen that day: "No matter how hard a beast works, no matter how high its wisdom or noble its character is, it cannot stand out in human society?"

"Of course there is no doubt about this!" The answer was firm, casting a shadow on Jady's heart.

But now he suddenly felt a little suspicious. Is this really the case? If so, then why should he influence the politics, economy, and military of the Principality of Norman and make it prosperous or decline?

Perhaps Helen's answer may not be correct. Once such three insignificant characters, one poor boy, one charlatan, and one demon wolf, have mastered enough wealth, they can become the best. Not only that, they can even control the fate and joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of other people.

He suddenly had some insight that being a good person may be determined by wealth. If you have enough wealth, you may be able to successfully gain a foothold in the human world and be worthy of a beautiful girl like Shanghai Lun and Lea.

"Money may not be omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money," Jady Salke raised his head and pondered to the above conclusion.

A luxurious four-wheeled carriage was parked in front of the Marquis of Putifu. The carriage was pulled by four pure white horses. There were expensive glazed rainproof lampshades on both sides of the seat of the carriageman. The door was painted with two silver swords crossing the floating triangle-shaped golden shield. The dazzling string of symbols below representing how long the family of the people on the carriage was.

The poor Marquis Putifu was a declining nobleman. His family had fallen into decline. Last time he slapped the swollen face and pretended to be fat. He invited Prince Martin and two princesses. He was sent by the abominable Grand Duke Butani to kill him and turned into a skeleton. Finally, he was crushed into pieces by the general manager who rescued Martin.

The Putifu family became even more declining. A widow and a young girl supported this portal, just like a lantern in the wind and rain, shaking and about to die at any time.

It is pitiful that Baron Alex Barr von Obestan from far north of the empire came. He said that he had a big business to discuss with the Putifu family. If it succeeded, it would pay the Putifu family a lot of wealth, which was tantamount to the increasingly struggling Marquis.

The mansion was very grand for the arrival of this baron, because the Marquis knew that the older the family the nobles, the more they paid attention to the etiquette and pomp. Although the other party's title was not as good as the Marquis of Putifu, they were rich and wealthy, and this was a clear idea.

The headmaster stood at the door with a newly decorated male and female servant. The Marquis, who was inconvenient to welcome the door, waited respectfully in the door with his daughter. When he saw the car stopped, the headmaster immediately stepped forward, held the handle of the gold, and held his breath and opened the door.

A tall top hat first poked out of the door, then a pale hand held a ruby-topped cane and pressed it on the shaft of the car. Then the tall baron leaned out of the car.

A formal dress with luxurious materials but relatively old-fashioned colors, a pale and thin person who always seems to have a slightly melancholy face. The manager secretly exclaimed: "What a pure aristocratic atmosphere, it is worthy of being an ancient aristocratic family that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years."

A brass-covered stool was placed in front of the baron. The baron stood in the car, leaning on his hand and looked at the Marquis of Putifu's mansion very deeply, then took a step forward and slowly walked out of the car.

A large number of servants followed him closely. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the charming Marquis and Miss Linda greeting him. The baron immediately took off his hat, rushed two steps, pretending to salute the lady first: "The noble Marquis of Putivo, the beautiful Miss Linda, I am very lucky to see you."

My throat, burned by inferior alcohol, made a hoarse sound, looking very reserved and magnetic.

When he gently held the lady's hand wearing white gauze gloves and kissed her thin lips, his deep eyes looked at her deeply, very polite, and fully expressed his admiration for the hostess, making the Marquis feel as if he was in spring breeze.

From afar, Jady and Helen, who were standing under the shade of the tree, breathed a sigh of relief. The most feared thing was the first level. An impostor was the most nervous at this time. If he passed this level safely, there would be no problem afterwards.
Chapter completed!