At this banquet, the famous Schoenheit family was also present, their family is rich in beauty, a number of clan members are precisely because of the beauty of the king's favor, to enter the court. The former is the guest of many noblemen of the West, including many young men of the Floucon and Jaspie clans, and many of them have given her the title of "God of Beauty", and some of them There are some who believe that this "god of beauty" should not be married, because no one in this world is worthy of such a precious treasure. The latter, that is, Sir Jupiter, compared to his sister Philanthropy, is slightly inadequate, although his beauty is enough to make a lot of people moved, but compared to Philanthropy kind of unforgettable face, he is much inferior.
The two siblings were a special presence at Lady Benti's banquet, and although the nobles were attracted past the eyes of Tyers' large body and lavish dress, the crowd was still incessant around them, and many nobles clung to Filti and Jupiter, watching them in silence. Felty will be a plump arm on the small table, smiling eyes as if hidden honey as she looked around her nobles, sometimes looking at their own plump, full of moisture and young arms, and sometimes look at their more beautiful breasts, occasionally fiddling with the emerald green gemstone necklace given by Ryan VI, she stood up several times to fiddle with the folds of her dress. Once someone said something interesting, she would again turn her head sideways and listen quietly, as she moved, the surrounding nobles also followed the gaze over, once the person finished speaking, she would again quietly smiled, and then continue to sit there.
Compared to the endless stream of people around the Philanthropic siblings, the side of Tyers was obviously a bit backed up, except for some of the flattering villains who still flocked around Tyers, most of the nobles were gathered around the Shuinghat clan.
For Lady Benti, this was still in the plan. She called out to Firti very warmly, "Come here, dear Firti, Jupiter." At her call, both those at Schoenheit's table and those at Tyrese's table were basically drawn to the table. Filti and Jupiter, upon hearing Benty's call, also stood up in a friendly manner and saluted the surrounding nobles, and the clustered crowd surged around Tyrese and Filti like a sea wave.
"What a beauty!" Tyrese shouted softly, yet his soft shout also resounded through the hall like a trumpet. Apparently, Filthy also heard the rude exclamation, but the beauty of this family is very high, but also only gently smiled, and did not have any harsh reproach. Tyrese rubbed his head in embarrassment and turned to Benti and complained, "I don't think I can say anything under the gaze of such a beauty, madam."
"Why? Marquis Tels." Lady Benti slowly stood up and wandered over to Firti, "This lady is a rare guest here, many nobles come here precisely because of her name, why don't you tell your interesting story to her? Maybe more people will come." She paused and continued, "You may not know that this lady is short of time, so tell her more." Benti changed to a pleading tone, she knew that Tyles was the most eaten this way. Tyles seemed embarrassed as if flapping his nose, then shrugged and said in a tone that seemed reluctantly but actually with a hint of delight: "Well, well, then, I'll oblige you, old mother!"
The topic of Tyrese's speech is actually not very interesting, just which army he escaped from, which army and relief him on the way to escape, the degree of nagging is really rare, but thanks to Ms. Fertility, this running account also seems to become very interesting as well as rare. Many jazz told the climax of the story even directly stood up, see their reaction, has been on the side of the guard of Ms. Benti then slightly relieved to stand up, to the nobles and marquis with a hint of questioning expression, exclaimed: "What a wonderful story!" A series of princes and nobles, including Jupiter of the Schoenheit family, also put down their work and responded with exaggerated faces and whispers, "Yes! How wonderful!"
Tyrese appreciated this pompous praise, he looked around smugly, and his body rose fiercely as if he had taken an expansion agent.
But Ms. Benti clearly had other people to focus on than this table, and she slowly paced up and down to another table. The host of this table is the Dugan Chesty family Bobsini, he is a talkative young man, younger than the nobles present, almost 16 years old, pleasing to the eye, between the man's heroism and the woman's softness, there is a kind of neutral beauty, their family and the king's family is related by blood, ancestors had a number of ladies married into the royal family, with this blood advantage and the efforts of his father, his With this bloodline advantage and his father's efforts, his family succeeded in ranking among the twelfth seat of the thirty foreign marquises in the east. At this moment, the young nobleman was talking about the current situation in the East and expressing his patriotic feelings to the crowd.
He seemed to know that he was out of place in the crowd, and he kept rubbing his knees, but his mouth kept moving, and the words he was discussing were as personal as he was, in a party full of princes. In my personal opinion, little sir, I really do not agree with you, why ......" he looked around, then said, "why we do not mobilize the peasants against the enemy Why don't we mobilize the peasants against the enemy? Why should we nobles tame our private soldiers instead of defending our country together with the people? They are also the masters of the country!" The good-natured Bobsini shook his head and, with a little admonition and caution, took over, saying, "Yes, sir, I understand your sympathy for the grassroots, for there is a fashionable word these days, 'grassrootsism,' and I can see you as their comrade. But sir, please note that we are traditional noblemen, not the ordinary people can be compared to, we have a thousand acres of land, across several kingdoms, should we be angry because of a little bit of unhappiness of the people? They worry every day about whether they can eat and drink enough, but they ignore the fact that we are the ones who are the protectors behind this food and drink. Do you know that near my northern territory, there was a group of peasants who intended to hang their headman secretly, simply by raising the tax a little more, and this is also our good brother?"
Realizing that he had said a bit too much, Bobsini then concluded with a paragraph: "Sir, I really don't know why you have such a ridiculous idea, our farmers have more important things to worry about every day than the war, the fields on the estate need to be harvested, the newly arrived silkworms need to be spun, where the house leaks, is not this more important than going to war to fight Much more important? What's more, the peasants-" he raised his head gently, looking around like a peacock, "-do they know anything about war?" His condescending speech was loudly approved and echoed by the surrounding nobles, and now the young man looked even more confused and embarrassed.
"Well, Ols, go over there." Lady Benti, standing on the periphery of the table, called out to the young man (in fact, she had been watching for a while), and slightly impatiently embraced the overly large man towards the other tables. Immediately after they left, a lively discussion broke out at the Bobsini table, with some of the noble ladies dropping what they were doing and gently biting their ears, "Is this the Ors?" "Who is he?" "It really looks different from us -" part of the puzzled eyes then fell on a side seated, chubby Lady Oni Hun (she is the second wife of Oni Hun, the third lord of the Northern Kingdom, and her mother's family is the fourth lord of the Northern Kingdom, the Opusculan family) The noblewoman claimed to have some friendship with Ors' father and therefore knew the inside story. Lady Onihun, seeing that all the people in the party were looking at her, waved her head happily, and then put on the appearance of a great wise man and said: "To say the worst, this Mr. Oles, his father was Lord Militant who had fought with the South and the North in the time of the former emperor--" Seeing certain women's Seeing some of the women's eyes, she gave a positive answer: "Yes, you are not wrong, this is another illegitimate son." The women's circle quickly burst into a frenzy, and Lady Moanu (who had worked for the first lord, House Grasse, and then married a minor nobleman by the grace of Lady Onihon) tsked, "Lord Milit has more than twenty illegitimate children, I'm afraid." Lady Eugenia snorted and said lazily, "More than that, I'm afraid, but the old man won't be able to survive much longer. He is very ill, and his Majesty sent him back to his hometown to recuperate only a few days ago." "Yes, now he has become very strong." Mrs. Moanu took over and continued, "My husband has some business with their estate, and I went to see him a few days ago. He himself has lost a lot of weight, and his three widowed sisters and one daughter from his wife and ten children from his lover are all gathered near him. Of course, as I see it, they are all there for Monsignor Millett's fortune, who himself has accounts in all four countries, thirty large estates and hundreds of thousands of duponnies! This I know, he has a daughter who told me herself, and besides, Monsignor Milit and I are distant relatives, and he used to talk about his family fortune at parties."
One of the female guests, however, disputed Madame Moanu's words, "I heard that his third sister was here for a visit to her family." "Yes - but do you believe it?" Madame Moanu shook her head, feeling sorry for her friend's naivety, "It's an excuse; none of the three sisters is well intentioned. Poor Millet, no one really cares for him when he is very sick, and the most valued bastard son is like this -" she looked at the back of Ors with squinted eyes and tsked, "only knows how to make trouble, only knows how to make 'grassroots But who's going to sympathize with his old man?"
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"I'm glad you could come to the meeting." After driving away the Ors, Bobsini saluted the Ducholle (elegant in Western) of the DePugliantmont family, who was a slender man with messy black hair, a pale complexion full of freckles, and rugged features, as if a white sheet of paper had been severely ravaged, but because of his seat, his expression was extremely arrogant, and he never looked at people with a straight face. When he saw Bobsini take the initiative to greet him, he grunted before making a gesture to extend a hand. His action made Bobsini frown, but did not get angry.
"According to what you said-" Du Hollow looked around the circle of nobles, as if the speech of Ors and Bobsini had encompassed the attitude of the surrounding circle of nobles, he continued, "We are protectors of the 'grassroots'? So you agree with the big tyrant?" Before Bobsini could explain, he said: "It is absurd to think that the grassroots are not our protectors, my colleagues. It would be better to look at the standing army in your houses."
Du Hollow's words caused many noble ladies to frown and privately complain that Du Hollow's words were too insensitive, even though "grassrootsism" was still emerging at that time, there were still many nobles who had unlimited sympathy for the lower class, and they had seen firsthand the harm caused by famine, so they took care of the people, Du Hollow's words undoubtedly made them have The rhetoric of Du Holles undoubtedly caused them serious discomfort.
Seeing that the nobles present were slightly dissatisfied, Du Holles walked away with his head held high like a victorious rooster, a man of very bad character, as if giving people displeasure was his greatest achievement in his high-sounding speeches. As soon as he left, Miss Ticoule of the Floucon family turned around, grasped the table and complained in a low voice: "This man is barbaric." The female companions around him nodded in agreement with this view, and Bobsini, though he said nothing, also nodded.
"I beg your pardon, my dear lady." Lord Serkon gave Lady Benti a quick kiss and grabbed her hand again to keep her from standing up, "I have a meeting on His Majesty's side tonight, so I can't stay long. To tell the truth, this banquet you have organized is so pleasant that I have lost track of time. I really can't bear to leave your banquet." Behind him was his sister from the fiefdom, Lady Fahni, another beauty of the empire, who, unlike Firti, was neither slutty nor dainty, but a kind of gentle and lovely beauty, who followed her brother throughout the dinner, holding his drinks. According to the court, she was also one of the most trusted people of the current Empress Catherine Hefin, and often came to the palace to talk with her. Before his departure, Lord Cercon, who was an old acquaintance of his father, grasped Ors' hand with a slightly grumbling tone and said to Lady Benti: "You are knowledgeable and can hold this one down, so enlighten him. He has to understand that a successful family and a woman are more important than empty talk!" Lady Benti smiled faintly, she knew Ors' family history and how worried that Lord Militant was about the boy.
"So what do you think about the unrest happening in the border provinces?" Just as Lord Thékon and Lady Benti were saying goodbye, the arrangement in the hall changed again. Having been swept away by that speech of Duhôle's, the party at Bobsini's table also left and dispersed, leaving only a few children of the princes of the West to chat along with Bobsini. At that moment, a pale but sturdy man inserted into the conversation, a small nobleman who escaped from the border province, named Pembek. His question brought an immediate interest to Bobsini, who immediately answered him by quoting a line from a court musical: "Sit down, my friend, I have heard of you, Pembroke, and let me answer you with a musical. 'The usurper sits high on his throne and grants the request of the absurd, and tens of thousands of molehills shout hail, only to face the baptism of a monstrous rage and flood. Death, death, pardon these daring men! Fate, fate, the verdict will come, and your chariot will crush them into the mud!'"
Pembroke looked straight at Bobsini and gave a heady laugh. "'This is an alien land, and I expect you to obey our discipline; you are a group of barbarians.'" He said a widely circulated statement that was said to have been made by the invading army after they had taken the border province, "and it is said that these people can be very godly when they say that." Bobsini shook his head in discontent, "I hope this is their cry to comfort their frustrated psyche, you see recently, nobles from all countries gathered in the capital city, hundreds of mercenary troops were paraded by His Majesty, which shows the huge confidence of the Empire." "Do they really have such plans?" Peng Beike snorted coldly, "Humph, nobles from various countries, hundreds of mercenary teams. Where were you when the border provinces fell? Where were you when thousands of nobles fled? Not only did you stand by and watch, but you also took away a lot of our land! And now you say you are with us? What?"
Pembroke's complaint did not anger Bobsini, on the contrary, he and the surrounding noble ladies cast sympathetic glances at him, and Miss Tikul looked at the young nobleman for a while, then walked over and curtsied, she was the kindest and most benevolent kind of noble lady, she could not see suffering and sorrow. Seeing this fallen appearance of Pembroke, she hastened to take a handkerchief and wipe up her tears: "My God, it is so hard for you, I really pity you." She also patted Peng Beike's hand with a slight consolation: "But don't be afraid, this is already the capital city of the country, there is a brick wall here, no one can fight in." This encouraging tone made Peng Beike hold back his vicious words, nodded slightly deflated, and then sat down in his seat. The table continued to chat with one another.
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在这场宴会上，著名的舒茵海特家族也有出席，他们一族盛产美人，有多名族人正是因为美貌而获得王家恩宠，得以进入宫廷。而今晚到席的，则是他们家族中最美丽的两位宠儿，分别是菲尔提女士和朱庇特爵士，前者是诸多西国贵族的座上卿，包括弗卢孔一族和热斯匹一族的不少年轻人都对这位女士礼遇有加，有不少人私下送了她一个称号：“美神”，还有些人认为这位“美神”是不应该婚配的，因为这世界上没谁配得上如此珍贵的宝物。后者，也就是朱庇特爵士，相比于他的姐姐菲尔提而言，则略显得有些不足，尽管他的美貌也足以让不少人心动，不过比起菲尔提那种让人久久难以忘怀的容颜，他就逊色了许多。
这两位姐弟在本提女士的宴会上是特殊的存在，尽管诸位贵族都被泰尔斯那庞大的身躯和奢华的装扮吸引过去了目光，不过在他们周围，人群却依旧络绎不绝，许多贵族都紧紧围绕着菲尔提和朱庇特，静静的看着他们。菲尔提则将一条丰满的手臂搭载小桌上，笑眯眯的眼神里仿佛藏了蜜般环视着在她周围的贵族们，时而看向自己那丰满的，充盈着水分和年轻的手臂，时而看看自己更加美丽的胸脯，偶尔会摆弄下由瑞安六世送的翠绿色宝石项链，她好几次都站起来摆弄着自己的裙子褶皱。一旦有人说了什么有趣的话，她又会侧过头静静的听着，随着她的动作，周围的贵族也循着目光望过去，一旦那人讲完了，她又会静静地笑了起来，然后继续坐在那。
相比于菲尔提姐弟周围的络绎不绝，泰尔斯这一边就明显有些后劲不足，除了部分阿谀小人依旧簇拥在泰尔斯身边外，大部分贵族都聚集在舒茵海特一族四周。
这对于本提女士而言，或许依旧在计划之中。她十分热络地呼喊着菲尔提：“到这儿来，亲爱的菲尔提，朱庇特。”在她的呼唤下，无论是舒茵海特那一桌的，还是泰尔斯这一桌的，基本上都被吸引了目光，菲尔提和朱庇特在听到本提的呼唤下，也友好地站了起来，向周围的贵族们行了个礼，簇拥的人群犹如海浪一般涌向了泰尔斯和菲尔提的四周。
“好一个美人儿！”泰尔斯轻轻的喊了喊，然而他的轻轻一喊也如同喇叭般响彻了大厅。显然，菲尔提也听到了这无礼的惊叹，不过这位家世甚高的美人也仅仅轻轻地笑了笑，并没有什么苛责。泰尔斯难堪地摸了摸头，转头对本提抱怨道：“在这种美人的注视下，女士，我觉得我是讲不出什么的。”
“为什么呢？泰尔斯侯爷。”本提女士缓缓地站起来，徘徊到菲尔提身旁，“这位小姐可是我们这儿的稀客，许多贵族正是慕她名而来，您不如把您那有趣的故事与她说说？说不定会有更多的人过来。”她顿了顿，继续说道，“您或许不知道，这位小姐时间可紧了，和她多说说吧。”本提换上了一种哀求的语气，她知道泰尔斯是最吃这一套的。泰尔斯似乎颇为难堪似的扇了扇鼻子，然后耸耸肩，用一种看似勉为其难其实带有几丝欣喜的语气说道：“好吧好吧，那就承你这位老妈妈的意思吧！”
泰尔斯讲的话题其实没什么意思，无非就是他又躲开了哪支军队的追杀，哪支军队又在逃难途中救济了他，唠唠叨叨的程度实在罕见，不过得益于菲尔提女士，这番流水账似乎也变得十分有趣以及罕见了。不少爵士讲到高潮处更是直接站了起来，见到他们的反应，一直在一旁守着的本提女士这才略带一丝欣慰的站了起来，向诸位贵族和侯爷带着一丝询问的表情，赞叹道：“多妙的故事啊！”包括舒茵海特家族的朱庇特在内的一系列王公贵族也纷纷放下手里的活计，面容夸张地低声回应道：“是啊！多妙啊！”
泰尔斯很欣赏这种浮夸的赞美，他得意洋洋的环视着四周，身体也仿佛吃了膨胀剂般激烈的涨了起来。
不过比起这一桌，本提女士显然还有其他的人要关注，她缓缓踱步到了另外一桌桌上。这桌的主人是杜根彻斯蒂家族的波布西尼，他是个善谈的年轻人，年纪要比在座的贵族都要小，差不多16岁的模样，长相讨人喜欢，介于男子的英气和女子的柔美之间，有种中性的美好，他们一族与王家是有血缘关系的，祖上曾有多位小姐嫁入王室，凭着这种血缘上的优势以及父辈的努力，他的家族成功的跻身于东部三十外系侯中的第一十二席。此刻，这位年轻的贵族正高谈阔论，就如今的东部局势，向众人抒发他的爱国情怀。
不过本提女士真正担心的不是他，而是正和他辩论的那个年轻人，这个年轻人身材高高大大的，站在较小柔美的波布西尼面前犹如一座巨塔，他似乎知道自己的体格与众人显得格格不入，不断局促地抚摩着自己地膝盖，不过嘴巴还是动个不停，讨论的那些话也如同他个人一样，在这王公满布的宴会上，颇显突兀：“就我个人的看法，小先生，我实在不认同您的观点，为什么……”他环顾了一下四周，接着说道，“为什么我们不动员农民起来反对敌人呢？为什么我们贵族要驯养私兵而不是与人民一道保卫自己的国家呢？他们也是国家的主人呀！”这番话刚一说完，便引来了哄堂大笑，好脾气的波布西尼也摇了摇头，略带劝告与警醒的接过话头，说道：“是的，先生，我理解你同情草民的心态，最近有个时髦的词，叫‘草民主义’，我大抵可以把你视为他们的同志，但是先生，请注意了，我们是传统贵族，绝非一般人可比拟之，我们封地千亩，横跨数个王国，难道要因为领民的一点点不顺利而发怒吗？他们每天都在担心自己能否吃饱喝足，却忽视了这吃饱喝足的背后恰是我们作为保护者。你知道吗，在我的北部领地附近，曾有一伙农民打算偷偷吊死他们的头人，仅仅是多加了点税金而已，这也是我们的好兄弟吗？”
意识到自己说的有点多，波布西尼接着用一段话作为自己的总结：“先生，我实在不知道你为什么有这么可笑的想法，我们的农民每天要着落的事情可要比战争重要得多，庄园的田地要收割了，新到的蚕丝需要纺布了，哪里的房子漏水了等等等等，难道这不比上战场打仗要重要得多？更何况，那群农民——”他轻轻地昂起了头，犹如孔雀一般环顾四野，“——他们懂战争吗？”他高傲的发言获得了周围贵族的大声赞同与响应，这下，那位年轻人显得更加局促与难堪。
“好了，欧尔斯，那边去吧。”本提女士站在桌子的外围，向那位年轻人喊道（其实她看了有一会儿了），略显不耐烦地拥着这个过于硕大的男人往其他桌走去。在他们走后，波布西尼这桌立刻爆发出热烈的讨论，一些贵族夫人放下了手中的活，轻轻的咬耳朵：“这就是那个欧尔斯？”“他是谁？”“看上去果然和我们不同啊——”部分疑惑地目光则倒向了一旁端坐着，胖胖的欧尼匈夫人（她是北部王国第三大领主欧尼匈的第二任妻子，娘家是北部王国第四大领主欧普斯阔兰家族），这位贵妇人自称与欧尔斯父亲有些交际，因此知道内情。欧尼匈夫人看一行人都看着她，快活地摆了摆头，接着摆出一副大智者的样子说道：“说来也糟糕，这位欧尔斯先生，他的父亲是先帝时曾随着南征北战的米利特大人——”看见某些妇人了然的眼神，她又给予了肯定的回答：“是的，你没想错，这又是个私生子。”妇人圈子便迅速吵开了花，莫阿努夫人（这位曾供职于第一大领主格拉斯家族，后来受欧尼匈夫人恩典，下嫁给了一位小贵族）啧啧道：“米利特阁下怕是已经有二十余位私生子了。”欧尼匈夫人冷哼一声，懒懒道：“只怕不止，不过老头子也熬不了多久啦。他患了大病，陛下前几天才让他回乡养身体呢。”“是啊，如今他变得可厉害呢。”莫阿努夫人接过话茬，继续说道：“我的丈夫与他们庄园有些生意往来，前几日去拜见过，他本人已经瘦得不成样子，三个寡居的姐姐和一个正妻女儿，还有十个情人生的孩子都聚在他附近。当然，依我看，都是为了米利特阁下的财产去的，他本人在四国都有户头，三十个大庄园和数十万的杜邦尼！这事我是知道的，他有个女儿亲口告诉我的，再说了，米利特阁下与我是远房亲戚，他曾经在聚会上说过自己的家财的。”
有位女客却对莫阿努夫人的话提出异议：“我听说他的三姐姐是为了探亲来的。”“是啊——不过您信吗？”莫阿努夫人摇了摇头，为自己朋友的天真感到惋惜，“这是借口，三姐妹没一个安好心的。可怜的米利特，病重了都没人真心照顾他，最器重的私生子又是这幅模样——”她斜着眼望向欧尔斯的背影，啧啧道，“只知道闹事，只知道发表什么‘草民主义’言论，同情农民，可谁来同情他老子！”
“很高兴您能来赴会。”赶走了欧尔斯后，波布西尼向同坐一起的德普健特蒙家族的杜霍勒（西国语为优雅）行了一礼，后者是个纤长的男人，一头乱糟糟的黑发，苍白的肤色上长满了雀斑，五官粗狂，仿佛一张白纸被狠狠蹂躏了一般，不过因为坐席的原因，他的表情极其倨傲，瞧人也绝不用正眼视之。见到波布西尼主动打招呼，他哼了一声，然后才故作姿态的伸出了手。他这举动让波布西尼皱了皱眉，但没发作。
“依你们所说的——”杜霍勒环视了周围一圈贵族，仿佛欧尔斯、波布西尼二人的发言已经囊括了周围一圈贵族的态度，他接着说道：“我们是‘草民’的保护者？这么说你们认同大僭主那一套咯？”还没等波布西尼解释，他又高谈阔论道：“这种想法着实荒唐，草民绝不是我们的保护对象，各位同僚，相反，他们不过是我们贵族银行里最多的零钱罢了，平常打发下自己的随从，打发下自己的家人尚可，期待关键时刻，指望这些零钱发挥大作用？倒不如看看各位府内的常备军。”
杜霍勒这番话引起了不少贵族小姐皱眉，私底下都抱怨杜霍勒说的太不近情面，尽管彼时“草民主义”方兴未艾，但是还有许多贵族对底层施以无限的同情，他们亲身看见了饥荒带来的危害，因此对领民多有照顾，杜霍勒的言辞无疑让他们有严重的不适。
看到在座的贵族们都略有不满，杜霍勒却仿佛一只斗胜的公鸡一样昂首阔步地走开了，这人的性格十分恶劣，仿佛给人不快就是他高谈阔论最大的成就般。他一走，弗卢孔家的提库勒小姐就立刻转过身，抓着桌子低声抱怨道：“这人真野蛮。”周边的女伴也点头表示同意这观点，波布西尼虽然没说什么，但也点点头。
"请原谅，亲爱的夫人。"瑟孔爵爷快活的对本提女士亲了亲，又抓着她的手，不让她站起来，"今晚我还要去陛下那边开会，不能久留了。实话实说，您办的这个宴会真是让人愉快，都忘记了时间了。我真舍不得离开您的宴会。"他的身后，是他从封地赶来的妹子，法赫尼夫人，这是帝国的又一位美人，与菲尔提不同的是，这位美人既不放荡，也不娇艳，是种温婉与可人的美丽，整个晚宴上她亦步亦趋地跟在兄长身后，为兄长挡酒。据宫廷消息，她也是当今皇后瑟琳海芬最信赖的人之一，常常入宫陪皇后说体己话。瑟孔爵爷临行前还略带抱怨的语气抓着欧尔斯的手，他与他的父亲是旧识，他对着本提女士说道："您见识广，也压得住这位，您开导开导他吧，自从回到国都城后，这小伙子就快赶上了居士，整日闭门不出，这次还是他首次参加宴会！得让他明白，一个圆满的家庭，一个女人要比空谈更加重要！"本提女士微微一笑，她知道欧尔斯的家世，也知道那位米利特阁下对这孩子有多担心。
"那么你对边境省发生的动乱如何看？"就在瑟孔爵爷和本提女士话别时，厅内的布置又发生了变化，被杜霍勒那一番发言扫了兴致，波布西尼这一桌的聚会也走的走，散的散，只剩下几个西国王公的子女随着波布西尼一起聊天。这时，一个面色苍白，但身材健壮的男子插入了话题，他是从边境省逃出的一位小贵族，名唤彭别克。他的提问让波布西尼顿时来了兴致，波布西尼立刻引用了一处宫廷乐剧的台词来回答他："请坐请坐，我的朋友，我听说过你，彭别克，让我用乐剧来回答你吧。'篡位者高高在上坐在宝座，答应了荒唐之人的请求，数万蝼蚁高呼万岁，却要面对滔天怒火与洪水的洗礼。死亡啊死亡，饶恕这些斗胆包天辈！命运啊命运，裁决会来到，你的马车将碾压他们至泥土中！'"
彭别克直瞅着波布西尼，嘿地一笑。"'这是片化外之地，我希望你们能遵从我们的管教，你们是群蛮荒之民。'"他说了一段流传甚广的发言，据说这是入侵军队在占领边境省后所说的，"据说这些人在说这话时可神气了。"波布西尼不满的摇了摇头，"我希望这是他们安慰自己那受挫心理的呼声，你看最近，各国贵族云集国都城，数百名雇佣兵队伍被陛下检阅，可见帝国信心之巨。""他们真的有这种打算吗？"彭别克冷哼了一声，"哼，各国贵族，数百支雇佣兵队伍。边境省陷落时你们在哪里？数千名贵族逃亡时你们在哪里？你们不仅冷眼旁观，还收去了我们不少的土地！如今又说与我们同在？哼！"
彭别克的抱怨并未激怒波布西尼，相反，他和周围的贵族小姐们向他投来了同情的目光，提库勒小姐则对着这位小贵族看了好一会，然后走了过去，行了个屈膝礼，她是顶善良顶善良的那种贵族小姐，她见不得苦难和忧伤。看到彭别克这幅落拓样，连忙拿着手绢擦起了眼泪："天哪，你们真不容易，我真同情你。"她又略带安慰地拍了拍彭别克的手："不过别怕，这里已经是国都城了，这里有铜墙铁壁，谁都打不进来。"这番勉励的语气让彭别克忍住了恶语相向，略带泄气的点了点头，然后坐到自己的位置上。一桌人有一搭没一搭的继续聊着。