Sandino was in a bad mood after returning from the auction, and despite Cesare's repeated emphasis that even if they got a tin heart, they might not be able to fix it, and even if they could fix it, they might not be able to sell it, but Sandino decided that he had missed an opportunity to become an upstart. Fortunately, the grief of the sudden bankruptcy of Sandino's yet-to-be-owned fortune did not last long, and within two days he was re-energized by the grand ball for the school anniversary, leaving behind all the sense of loss at the auction as if it had never happened. This year marks the 110th anniversary of the founding of St. Callew, and every 10 years the school celebrates with a grand ceremony, including performances, dinners, and the most anticipated ball. The ball was held in a two-story auditorium on the easternmost side of the campus, a rectangular building with a church-like spire, and a number of religious crosses in the design of the front can be seen, which is a traditional and religious old building. It is said that the small hall, like the Great Library of Kant, was built before St. Carliu's College, and was once used as a place of worship for the folk before the city of Karlliu had a formal cathedral. After the establishment of St. Calliu College, it was used as the auditorium of the college, and although it lost its original function, it has been maintained by the school to this day, and is only open to the public on important holidays such as school anniversaries. At the school celebration dance, the interior of the classical auditorium was illuminated with floating candlesticks, and the music theory teacher waved his cane in his hand, and the musical instruments played by no one played made their own pleasant music. Driven by magic, the invisible musical talismans appeared in front of the people like living elves, dancing in the air, jumping back and forth on the shoulders of the students. Not to mention the circus invited by the school, these harlequins with stunts and can't tell whether it's magic or skill use their magical powers to bring the atmosphere of the pre-dance party to a climax. They set up a tightrope in the air, walked back and forth with a funny balance beam, built a low platform on the ground, and spewed flames with their mouths, sometimes scaring students and teachers into screaming, but when they came back to their senses, the real fireworks passed through their bodies like an illusion and did no harm. The aristocratic students, who usually wore the uniforms of St. Calliu, finally had the opportunity to attach their gorgeous and extravagant outfits to their bodies on such an occasion, and as far as the eye could see, the auditorium, which had been solemn and old-fashioned, was like a splendid and colorful flower room against the backdrop of colorful dresses. Excited laughter is endless, and in the best of years, energetic young people stay in pairs with their dance partners, praising each other and not forgetting to give cheers to their friends. In the venue, the beautiful girl Verratia became the center of attention, her beautiful long brown hair exuding a faint fragrance, far sweeter than any Archroma pastry present. The bandeau style dance skirt sets off her graceful figure, and her waist is bent to take slight steps, like a god's angel, the beauty is amazing, not to mention the delicate and pretty face, and the dignified and mysterious eyes are like stars contained in them. Verratia looked out the window at the lawn with her glass of wine, as if she was waiting for someone to arrive. Although the night was still a few hours away, the foggy sky outside the window was much darker, and it was still raining a slightly bleak drizzle, a far cry from the lively and glorious scene of the ball. Veratia is known to be the prettiest girl in the academy and the president of the school's student council, not only for her beauty in life, but also for her schoolwork, almost all of her subjects are ranked at the top of the school, second only to the withdrawn bookworm Cesare. Verratia was always bent on overtaking Cesare, but Cesare was always in a state of ignorance. The beautiful Verratia comes from the ducal family of the Kingdom of Lancy, and it is said that the ancestral blood is closely related to the royal family. The only daughter in the family, Verratia has always been very pampered, and it is even likely that she will become a duchess in the Kingdom of Lancy in the future. It stands to reason that such a noble status should not have been found in the third-rate aristocratic college of St. Callew, because St. Andrews College only served the children of military strategists, while the better Trinity College was influenced by traditional thinking and only admitted female cadets in some unimportant subjects. And Verratia has her own pursuits, she doesn't want to be just a vase in the eyes of the world, so she prefers to come to St. Carl to learn something really useful. Shortly after arriving in Santa Carlius, Villadia heard many rumors about the Cesare family, Hunyati. Cannibalism, the imprisonment of outsiders, the study of dark arts, and countless vicious and terrible accusations, any one of these accusations, once proven by ironclad evidence, is enough to send an entire family to the gallows. However, Veratia, who has a high level of cultivation, does not believe these folk rumors, on the contrary, in Verratia's eyes, the mystery of Cesare is like a veil of mystery, making those who are eager to learn yearn for the hidden truth, she wants to unravel the mystery, but Cesare never gives her any chance. "Miss Verratia, can I invite you to be my dance partner?" A boy who mustered up courage stepped forward to make an offer. "I'm sorry, I'm still waiting." Verratia smiled, shook her head, and politely declined. "Oh... Don't worry, I understand. The boy who was rejected didn't try any further, as if it was a great honor to get Viraya's response. However, the students are puzzled about who can make the most beautiful Veratia in the school wait so long. At this moment, the duke's son, wrapped in flattering remarks, slowly lifted his ass from his seat, and Gallen Orsini straightened his back, although his height developed a little later than his peers, and he looked a little shorter, but his overall image was clean and neat, and he was well-groomed. Although his somewhat sunken eyes and towering eagle-beak nose make him look like a hunting bird of prey at all times, they still can't hide the handsome temperament that radiates from the inside out. The Orsini family is one of the three families with the highest power in the Papal State, side by side with the Borgia family and the Colonna family, and the relationship between the three families is not friendly, and the game for power happens all the time. Gallen, on the other hand, was the sixth son of Duke Orsini and the duke's most unsightly child. Everyone in the entire St. Karl stream academy knows what kind of dark and evil soul is hidden under that handsome face, and the seemingly polite aristocratic child actually uses all his despicable means to carry out all his despicable means by Boris's hand, which is one of the terrifying existences of St. Karlliu. Gal looked at the "rigolettos" who were touting and pouting around him, pouting disdainfully, and then looking at the tall Boris beside him with seemingly gentle eyes. Boris, who was a little stupid, reacted for a while, and then quickly flattered and praised: "Lord Gallen! You look great! "It's reassuring to hear you say that, but ......," Gallen paused, and then his amiable expression immediately changed to a fierce rage. Where's my cane, idiot!? Why don't you hurry up and hand it to me! Speaking of this, Boris finally opened his mouth wide and remembered something, he took out the finely crafted magic staff from the back of his buttocks, and respectfully knelt down on one knee and handed it to Gallen. Gallen first took out a handkerchief and put it in the palm of his hand, took the cane, and then carefully wiped it himself before he was satisfied with the pillar in front of him. Gallen pursed his lips, relieved, and then smiled relaxedly, looking very satisfied with his state. "Let's go, you can't keep my little princess waiting too long." Then he walked towards Verratya with his cane, and the surrounding students all gave in when they saw Gallen coming, and even saluted. Boris followed behind Gallen with a group of henchmen, and had to walk bent over in order to please Gallen. "Lord Gallen is glamorous today, there's no reason why that woman would refuse." Boris smiled smirkedly, and his mouth continued to compliment. Talking too much, although Gallen was happy in his heart, he still pretended to be very impatient with the hypocritical words, and was about to walk in front of Veratia, and Gallen whispered to stop the group of sycophants who followed behind him. "Aren't you all doing business? Don't scare people, I'll do this kind of thing myself. Then he raised his head and put one last time arranging his expensive dress, and continued to walk gracefully towards Verratia by himself. Veratia, who had been looking out the window, seemed to see something very happy on the lawn outside, and then she saw Gallon, and a beautiful smile appeared on her unsmiling face, and she ran in the direction of Gallon. Seeing this, Gal couldn't hide the joy in his heart and snickered twice, thinking that after all, in this St. Carl Liu, apart from Hilton's face, can be compared to himself, who else can compare to my handsomeness. Looking at Veratia striding towards him, Glen stood still, raised his arm in standard aristocratic etiquette and bowed "Ahem, dear ......" Before Gallen could finish his words, he half-bent down and saw Veratia walking straight past Gallen. didn't even look at him, and suddenly, the young duke, who had stuck the words in his throat, maintained a bowing posture and froze directly in place. It's as if you've been petrified...... On the path outside the auditorium, a pure black limousine parked there, as if blending in with the night. "Won't you go up and have a look? Or do I go up and bring him down? The maid asked, trying. "No, let's go, it seems that now is not the time." The man looked out of the window of the limousine into the auditorium, and no emotion could be heard between his words.

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