The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Before the dinner started, the Earl of Arundel asked Alan Stone not to show contempt to the "people brought" by His Majesty.

Alan Stone thought it was a complete underestimation of him.

The person on his right hand was His Majesty's mistress. Such an identity did cause Alan Stone a little trouble, but it did not prevent him from having a decent conversation with this lady, and it could even be said that he was somewhat attentive.

Mrs. Durnell is very beautiful, and she is not annoying just by looking at her appearance. She is about the same age as King Louis, but she is still very young in her early twenties. She wears a fluffy wig. The scent on her body makes Alan Stone want to fight sneeze.

This Mrs. Denell holds the title of Viscountess.Unlike the usual situation, Mrs. Durnell did not get the title of "Viscountess" because she was married to a Viscount.On the contrary, it was the lucky Mr. Durnell who was chosen by His Majesty to marry this beautiful lady, and he jumped from the middle class to the ranks of the nobility in one step.

However, Lord Viscount Denell did not travel with His Majesty with his wife. He was urged by His Majesty to move to the fiefdom to enjoy the blessings the day after the wedding.

The Viscountess is lively and easy-going, she talks a lot and laughs loudly.Alan Stone was fortunate that this lady was once a famous mezzo-soprano singer with a deep and pleasant voice, otherwise he would definitely feel that his ears would suffer.The Viscountess is also very good at humor, and she has all kinds of witty and witty words at her fingertips. If some vulgar or even obscene words are not counted, she is a woman who knows the art of speaking very well.

The Earl and Alan Stone brought the topic forward several times, but each time the Viscountess deftly diverted it away.

The backer of the Viscountess Denell is the Duke of Varna, one of the leaders of the peace faction.His Majesty suddenly changed his mind before, and it was probably instigated by Mrs. Denell.

After so many back and forth, King Louis finally said: "Please don't discuss those boring topics at the dinner table." Then he asked Alan Stone about the spring hunting.

Alan Stone is a good hunter, and he was also fanatically obsessed with this sport before going to the battlefield.He told His Majesty the story of a herd of deer he had once hunted, and His Majesty was not satisfied, so he told of a black bear he had encountered, and then a small pack of wolves.Alan Ston also knows the art of conversation, and he told the little things vividly and interestingly, causing His Majesty the King to ask non-stop until he was thirsty, took a few sips from the wine glass, and continued to use his belly The stories in it please their Majesty.

However, the food in front of him has not been touched much.

Because sitting directly opposite him was a castrati from Italy.Everyone forgot what his real name was, and they all called him "the last Faranelli". He himself also called himself Faranelli, and he is currently the most favored court singer.

This Mr. Faranelli also had to paint his face white when he ate. As soon as Alan Stone saw his white face, he remembered the performance of men wearing skirts he had seen in King Louis's theater, and suddenly lost his appetite.

There is nothing scarier than having a man wear a skirt.

This Mr. Faranelli sang beautifully, but his speech was not pleasant, and his mouth was full of yin and yang, and he made no secret of his jealousy and pickiness.Alan Stone heard people in the capital that Mr. Faranelli's bad temper might be an affectation, because His Majesty likes people with individuality, and the more different they are, the more favored they are.It was a plausible inference, since the equally favored Mrs. Durnell was too chatty to be a real lady.

Alan Stone didn't have much musical accomplishment. In this regard, he was the same as William. He chose dancing in the music elective courses of the military academy because it was easy and practical.He is not proficient in this way, so he dare not judge himself, why His Majesty likes to let women sing mezzo-soprano, and let men pretend to be women to sing soprano.

It is said that the king personally arranged some plays, which were more exciting than the one he saw at that time, and only those most trusted by His Majesty were lucky enough to see them.Alan Stone deduced from the expression of the speaker what kind of "wonderful" style the play was, but he said nothing.That's what His Majesty the King likes, and no one else has the right to comment.The land of the whole country belongs to His Majesty, and He can do whatever he wants.

Alan Stone thought again of the men in skirts on His Majesty's stage, singing arias in shrill voices.Goosebumps formed on his arms.

His Majesty put down his knife and fork, and everyone was full.

The plates were removed and it was time for dessert.

"Dew" again.

Serving Alan Stone was Grace.

Alan Stone is not superstitious about auspiciousness or inauspiciousness, but when he saw Grace carefully pinching the light yellow cylinder between his fingers, he suddenly remembered that the maid was no longer a virgin, so he couldn't help but feel a little angry, so he went to Grace again. Bit on the finger.

He didn't bite hard this time, and Grace was only taken aback when she was caught at first, but she quickly calmed down and her fingertips escaped from between his teeth.

Alan Stone tasted the milky aroma in the dessert, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Grace gently rubbing her fingers beside him, and he realized that he was drunk.

His Majesty the King, expressing great interest in the crude way of eating in the country, asked the Earl of Arundel the origin of the dessert.

The Earl of Arundel made up a romantic love story, saying: "So be sure to let the most beautiful girl serve the most honored guest."

King Louis raised his eyebrows and looked around.

Alan Stone is familiar with this kind of demeanor. After hearing someone else's words, he will not immediately believe it, but first doubt it in his heart.He himself often saw himself in this manner in the mirror, and His Majesty was obviously more suspicious.

King Louis noticed Grace almost immediately, with some kind of interest in his narrow eyes, he smiled: "The most beautiful one is over there."

The Earl of Arundel said: "Grace has done rough work before, and her hands are not beautiful enough to serve Your Majesty."

But their majesty the king is such a contradictory person, the more others say that, the more interested he is in this maid.

"Grace? A beautiful name, it matches your face very well." He motioned for Grace to go over.

Alan Stone saw the maid standing in front of him, but turned his eyes to Arundel for help.

The Earl nodded at Grace.

Grace bit her lower lip, lowered her head and walked to King Louis with small steps.

His Majesty the King has excellent eyesight, and he guessed that his father's generation was not from the same country after just looking at him twice.

"Yes, Your Majesty, my mother fled from Ireland in the early years." Grace replied politely, and she even knelt down while speaking.

His Majesty stared at his face and hair with interest, "Ireland? No wonder your skin is fairer than others... but your hair is not red. Was your mother red-haired?"

"...my mother's hair is orange and my father's hair is light blonde, so..."

Alan Ston of the King of Louis laughed, "Blonde hair, same as Captain Ston." Then he asked Grace, "What's your last name?"

Grace's face blushed immediately, and she lowered her head in front of such a noble person.

King Louis was so keen, he immediately showed surprise, and exclaimed: "People say that illegitimate children are the product of love, and they are usually smart and beautiful, and it is true!" Then he took Grace's hand and looked.

Alan Stone sobered up, and interrupted offensively: "Your Majesty, would you like to see the stuffed brown bear I hunted?" His voice was so loud that everyone present was startled.

King Louis was also taken aback by him, and threw Grace's hand away.But instead of blaming Alan Stone, he asked him cheerfully, "Is there a specimen? Where is it?"

Alan Stone stood up, "The brown bear's head is hanging in the banquet hall!"

Grace stepped aside, Alan Ston's voice returned to normal, and he smiled at King Louis and the unhappy Mrs. Denell: "Your Majesty, madam, shall we go there now?"